Last time I was listening to this song, it was 4 am and my eyes were dry and sore from staring at the screen trying to make a mashup for my final. Finals are over now...my teachers seem resigned to their usual fate of handing out B+'s. Because in art school, what is an A, apparently. Then again, second semester was wearying and I missed a lot of (short) beginnings of (really long, 6 hour) classes. Whatever, I'm glad first year is over with.

In summary

• foundation year means I had somewhat boring classes


• teachers are subjective


• a lot of my friends in Baltimore took finals as an excuse to take all kinds of advantage of me


• I'm glad to be back in California but


• I fucking miss Baltimore

I haven't been able to get anything done in my new home of Middle Of Nowhere, California. If anyone's seen the show Northern Exposure, it's basically like that. There were art supplies in the yarn store. People know everyone's names. The nearest art store is a couple hours away. People collect seaweed here. There's an airport to fly people in. If we get injured, we have to be flown out via helicopter. No cell phone reception. I could go on.

Anyhow. There's no space for me here. I have a room—sort of. Less space than my cramped dorm room; there's boxes, and other people, and no desk clear for me to work on. I'm used to working in private so...no art. And writing is also a hell no. And there's nothing to do but sit and compare myself to people more accomplished than me. BALTIMORE, WHY DID I LEAVE YOU.

/obligatory realistic half of a journal entry


My obligatory positive half of a journal entry

My classes are going to be way cooler next year. Creative Writing, Papermaking, Illustration, Age Of Darwin, Homosexuality & Civilization, Painting For Illustrators (Watercolor). Though I'm dropping Papermaking if that and Illustration—two six hour studio classes in one day—prove too much. So—no sculpture! No burning passionate hate for any of my classes! Yes!

I'll be living with my friends next year, so I can make them clean. Unlike my suitemates this year (I cleaned after them, moved their shit out, dealt with the fucking nasty kitchen...a very cynical Katie was created)  aaaaand living in a much better building next year too.

There was a baby deer born outside a couple days ago. It did a little happy dance. It was pretty huge as far as newborn fawns go though. I was amused.

I've been eating a shitton of dessert. When I can.

I have time to read.