Wow. Have I ever abandoned this. I'm sorry, you cute little polka-dotted page. This second year of art school is flying by really fast and I ....ugh. I don't feel like writing about that. My eyes feel like they're bleeding because I've been ...oh it doesn't matter.
In other news. I just did an installation piece about those toilet dreams....you know the kind where you have to pee really bad but the only available toilet is one in plain view of the public? or your peers? You should tell me if you've had one...thou desolate reader.
ok...um until next time, cry when you get a foot cramp. I do.
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Yo, Jennie, I totally have those dreams!! Not that you read this, or anyone does. But here I am in internet limbo, checking things like old blogs that never get updated. And I just thought I'd leave you a comment...
My dreams usually feel more I don't realize or care that people can see me until I'm in the middle of peeing, and then I get REALLY uncomfortable. What is it about people seeing me pee that seems so horrendous?
Do you have any pics of your piece(s)???
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