Futurism

is taking over my brain.

Little posty-poster I made for Akron/family, check it:



It's a bit silly but hey that's okay

Dream texts

i keep sending myself cryptic text messages in the middle of the night about dreams i can't remember in the morning.

here's the most recent last one:
"God is bush with arms and legs and a head and black paint under his eyes. Dolls brushing their hair"

in context to what? i don't know. pretty strange.

hey adam

you asked for an update, so here's a morsel:



10x10" paper sculpture of my mouth that i did in the beginning of the term. one of my more favorite projects done so far.
it's gross....i dig it.
When i take a photo of it with a real camera and light it properly so you can see all the shadows, i'll post that picture on the internet too.

good morning

found this on my desk:



hairball says "yo dawg. have a great day."
(my roommates are funny)

girls

are strange creatures.

holly and i had an hour to kill before a party and decided to dye our hair blue:


look kids! bleach is fun!
we are attrocious, all the time.

on my mind: sugar ray, my new best of cream album, the penrose show (North Star bar at 8!), peru, the lack of work i'm doing, otters.

12:48 am

is when i'm most hilarious.

we've been out of toliet paper

for months. years, even. or at least that's what it feels like.

i keep finding myself in public bathrooms desperately unrolling as much toliet paper as possible and stuffing it into my pockets, or at parties, drunkenly going through sink cabinets in search of an extra roll.

toliet paper has become what a loaf of bread must be to a starving person.