Whine-o

Ok, so I don't have my assignments done for me to post and show you, but it's a bloody sculpture and three whole paintings! So get off my back.
Also, this photo has nothing to do with my assignments not being done. One of the glasses was Krissy's...and I'm pretty sure I ended up giving it back to her. I don't always love photo in which I look deranged, but I do like this one.

Dear whoever it is that has a voodoo doll of me.
Could you please come up with some location other than my chest and back to stick your pins? I mean, really. Why not go after my elbow or something because quite frankly, I'm sick of these chest/back pains and I can't think of another explaination for them other than voodoo pins. So whoever I hurt or pissed off, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to knock it off now. Thanks.

The other night I went to 80's night with some friends clad in our finest 80's attire. It was great fun because we had the dance floor mostly to ourselves, so when Beastie Boys came on, nobody got in our way. It was also bingo night at that crazy club and I won a zombie action figure. (I've always been very lucky in bingo) I first hid my zombie friend in my roommate's cupboard, and thus a tradition has been born to hide it everywhere on eachother. Microwave, freezer, different cupboards. I'm sure he'll probably make his way out of the kitchen eventually. I personally prefer him in the microwave (despite the risk of someone not seeing him and nueking him) because that way in case he DOES come alive at night, he can't get out.

Oh I have one more little story. Soooo you know that charcoal drawing in my last blog? Well, I was spraying it (to stop it from smudging) with the substance that I've used all semester, shortly before the critique of the assignment. Once I was done, I read the label on the can, for the first time since purchasing it, which was supposed to say, "Fixative" buuuuuuut it said "Adhesive". It even said, "EASY-TACK" in big, obvious lettering. I've been wondering why all my drawing were so gross and sticky. Heaven forbid I actually read a label. I bet that would fix a lot of little mishaps in my life, but I won't dwell on it.

Well, until next time, get friends at school to also buy fake glasses for art history....matching your own. I do.