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So, let me first confess that I didn't get much of anything done today except the following:
1. Completed painting #2 (See photo on Day Five of this Blog)
2. Yelled at my Dad
3. Got yelled at by my Dad
4. Brooded and freaked out about what to paint next
5. Sprayed toxic bug spray all over my house because my roommates attract flies and I would rather die from inhaling that stuff than live another day in the squalor that they prefer.
The brooding consisted mainly of contemplating jellyfish and pregnant women in fields, but mostly jellyfish. I know today I'm supposed to be thinking about dissidents and anarchists and genius intellectuals, but that isn't moving me for some reason.
Oh, and get a load of this. I spoke with my friend Chelsea, who asked me, "How's the art going?" To which I replied, "Great, but my brain is fried, I'm trying to think about how to capture the motion of jellyfish in an oil painting." To which she replied, "What a coincidence. I am too."
She was serious! From what she said, she had thought about it for days, and was practically finished painting the little bastards in her mind by the time I had brought up my puny, immature, whimsical idea.
I feel totally unoriginal.
If you are wondering what my Dad and I were yelling about, I'll encapsulate it really quickly. My Dad wants me to finish school as quickly as possible so that I can get a golden ticket and go to Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory. I'm sorry. I mean, he wants me to get a degree. "Why?", I asked him.
"So you can get a job working for Carnival Cruise lines."
I don't even know what to say.
Hopefully tomorrow will be more productive.
1. Completed painting #2 (See photo on Day Five of this Blog)
2. Yelled at my Dad
3. Got yelled at by my Dad
4. Brooded and freaked out about what to paint next
5. Sprayed toxic bug spray all over my house because my roommates attract flies and I would rather die from inhaling that stuff than live another day in the squalor that they prefer.
The brooding consisted mainly of contemplating jellyfish and pregnant women in fields, but mostly jellyfish. I know today I'm supposed to be thinking about dissidents and anarchists and genius intellectuals, but that isn't moving me for some reason.
Oh, and get a load of this. I spoke with my friend Chelsea, who asked me, "How's the art going?" To which I replied, "Great, but my brain is fried, I'm trying to think about how to capture the motion of jellyfish in an oil painting." To which she replied, "What a coincidence. I am too."
She was serious! From what she said, she had thought about it for days, and was practically finished painting the little bastards in her mind by the time I had brought up my puny, immature, whimsical idea.
I feel totally unoriginal.
If you are wondering what my Dad and I were yelling about, I'll encapsulate it really quickly. My Dad wants me to finish school as quickly as possible so that I can get a golden ticket and go to Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory. I'm sorry. I mean, he wants me to get a degree. "Why?", I asked him.
"So you can get a job working for Carnival Cruise lines."
I don't even know what to say.
Hopefully tomorrow will be more productive.
