crazy

it's an early friday morning, 2:38 AM.

im making some potato patties. i can hear them sizzling on george.

good ol' george foreman. every time i use it, i ask myself: what 'haven't' i cooked on this grill?

WHAT a purchase..

i've been getting busier and busier with school work, now that i have classes everyday except sundays. train ride to the heart of LA.. every monday, wednesday, friday, and saturday. art center classes on tuesdays and thursdays.. i think it's fair to say that i have a fuck load of work to get done.. hence the cancellation of my trip to colorado this winter break.

despite the disappointment, i'm hoping to push through this term with success. i feel like i've been confused about my feelings as an artist, where i want to stand in this career, and how i can develop my own expressions and questions towards subjects and categories of our society, and its people. i'm off the bench, and ready to play again. im confident about the classes i'm signed up for, and it will be up to me to make something of this opportunity, and to prove to myself and others what i can bring to the table, and also, how much i can bring. after this semester i will be able to have some time for myself. i'm still giving careful thoughts about my future plans. but as of right now, i've got some business to handle.

i wanna

get back into this blogging shit again

who knows? maybe i'll miraculously remember doing this and come back and read them all over again, given the fact that i remember my e-mail address, which is old enough.

my rear tire popped on my way to skool today, fucking sucked ass.

it happened right before the fucking hill up to the school, stretches about a mile at 30+ degrees. its hard as SHIT and i have to do it every fucking tuesdays and thursdays. i ended up walking up the hill at pitch black with my tail light flashing, while cars flew up the hill one by one.

that..

made me feel like SHIT. i need a fucking car, i said to myself.

GOD i sound so egoistic. ah.

i buy all this art supplies and i can't carry half of them because all i have to fill is my tiny backpack so i can get on my fucking bicycle to class.

but then again at least i won't get fat and sick like most of the people that go to my school lacking exercise and healthy food, content with nintendo wii, and dollar menus all day.

i really need to go to sleep now.

i swear

nobody said this shit was gonna be easy but i'm REALLY takin' it now.

i have a close friend named alex. he lives 3 blocks away. he used to live in a little apt complex first floor, met some cool neighbors up top, moved in with them right after summer.

alex's new room mate though.. named kahlin or whatever.. is REALLY starting to get on my nerves. i don't think i actually 'hated' a person until now. his racist jokes are what gets me the most. he literally lives off of being an asshole to everybody, and he seems to enjoy every minute of it. even his other room mate says he has four friends who don't come over anymore because they'd rather not deal with kahlin. he is so overly immature, insecure, and attention-deprived, he pushes people away before he is left behind.. which i'm sure he has all the right reasons to do so, it still doesn't make it right. and i'm pretty confident as to knowing what is right and what is too much. alex just got the cutest puppy two days ago, which makes it all more difficult for me because i am obsessed with dogs, hence my friend's dog, hell yeah. anyway..

okay BUDDY..i understand the fact that you're in the whole 'rap' shit and trying to make your name out there. i also understand the fact you think you're bad-ass, and you wanna act all funny and witty with your racist jokes, but DO realize when you cross the line, before you hurt yourself and others. you're young, black, independent, and a virgin. that probably explains a lot.

okay, maybe i'm stereotypical. but whos to say you're not, you racist fuck?

i HATE hate blogs. but this one had to be done. call me a hypocrite, i'll pass this time

cool.

i just saw "500 days of summer", with my good elementary friend nikkole from canada.

a good movie.

home

home. back in la.

first class today up at hillside.

'intro to figure drawing'

our professor, ronald llanos, seems like a rad man.

he read us some quotes from "zen philosophy", which were a little odd, yet interpreted correctly.

seems like a good class. portfolio time. i'm ready.