Dec. 17th, 2002

Okay, I’m back at it, y’all. I can’t believe I’m sore from painting. How does that even happen? Well, it might have something to do with painting in Jackson Pollock’s style, which is surprisingly physical. My back and arms are sore from attacking the canvas with my brush; using the paint as a projectile because it’s no bueno to actually touch the canvas when you’re doing splatter/drip painting style.

In other news, Finals Week is in full swing, but I think I’m ahead of things. I’ve still got a shitload of work to do for my Typography class, in which the final project is due Thursday. If you remember what comes out on Wednesday, you see my dilemma. Hell, I’ve got tickets already. Yep, Lord of the Rings, baby – so I’d better get that project done ahead of time or I’m gonna be up awfully late. I’m getting tired of those late night Kinko’s runs.


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