Yeah, i know it's been a while. Piss off.
Yeah, i know that led zeppelin thing was bogus. I sent an angry phone call through the lines at WBLM studios. They'll get they're due.
So i might be getting a prints account. maybe. It's a gamble, but i think i'm gonna go for it. You hacks better buy my prints too, or i'll come in through your windows and rape you while you're asleep. Thats right, every last one of you.
Life rocks. At least, mine does anyway. Except when it comes to women. let's not even go there. And cars. I'm still driving a shitmobile instead of my grandfather's sweet ass chevy. But besides that, i get the privilege of driving down the road at 60+ miles an hour with the rooftop open and the windows down while blasting Steve Miller. Take that, Mariah Cary.
yeah, so i've been getting into world of warcraft. Now, before all the accusations of hypocrisy start flying my way, lemme just say that i haven't paid a dime for it yet. I got the game free, and have a 10-day free trial. But uh.... honestly, i think i'm getting addicted. But i haven't become a hypocrite. Not yet.
I need a job, by the way.
OH! i went to visit maranacook! saw herb and claire, that was nice. Jeremy wasn't there, which was too bad. saw someone else too, but i'm not going there. BUT! the highlight of the visit..... THE CRUSTATIOUS OLD HAG!! The aging hippy tried to pretend she couldn't see me when she walked right fucking past me. i watched her cross the fucking room. When i finally couldn't stand the pressure anymore without bursting out in laughter, i said "hi corless!" she rolls her eyes to the corner of her reptilian lids and says in the least convincing voice ever, "oh hiiii chris!" she walked over to me and gave me the weakest, fakest fucking hug i've ever experienced, and walks away.
god i hate that woman.
goddamn, you know what? no, i'm not done with her yet. you know what she taught me? how to clean my brush. That's about it. You know, in high school, i really could have learned stuff. She always ridiculed me because she deemed that i didnt put enough time into my work. Well, thats good and fine and all, but she never even fucking looked at my 'moon legacy' project of junior year. I was cleaning up my studio room at home yesterday, and i found one of the few remaining discs. I popped it into the pc, and even today, i'm amaized i was able to pull it all off. It took me an entire semester of more work than anyone in that stupid class did. But i did it. And i was proud of it. And still am. So what did she think of the project? Well i dont know, i never really saw her look twice at it. I remember i demonstrated it to the class, she was looking through her fucking gradebook half the time, before she cut me off short. I even brought in a stack of CD's for anyone in the class to take if they wanted to see it. You know what happened? the fucking cunt threw it in the garbage. I fucking saw her do it. I even called her on it, suggestively mentioning that i had found it in the garbage. You know, she acted like she knew nothing at all about it. That's my secret about corless. I've been harboring it for three and a half years now, because i was "too proper", and "should have respect for my old teachers". But you know what? fuck that. I'm not going to pretend i honor something or someone i just can't.
You know, in the end, it's not even about that. It's about finding what a student is interested in, and giving them the tools and education that allows them to peruse it. I was a student in High School, I didn’t know what I wanted... I needed hands-on experience and a reason to be interested. Instead, she tried to get me interested in the things SHE was interested in. How to prepare slides, how to investigate abstract color, how to matte a drawing with a clear frame. You know what? A) work is more important than preparing work on a slide, B) i wasn't interested in color abstraction, and C) the presentation of a piece doesn't mean shit if the piece itself isn't worked.
While i was cleaning up my studio room, i found all my high school stuff. It was SO OUBVIOUS to me that i was interested in the human form... portraits and expressive figures. All I remember her telling me was that pencil drawings imply sketch. So instead, we copied photographs of sunsets, and wrote essays on female artists like Georgia o'keeffe and frida Kahlo. We even had a “free” class, where we could do anything we wanted. Each class, she would be behind her desk, working on her own shit. God forbid anyone needed help, because we would have to take a backseat to all of her other backed-up work.
You know what, corless? yeah, alot of my work in that class for my final year of high school was half assed. But it was half-assed because you never nurtured the skills i wanted to learn. You never helped me where i needed it most. You never gave me a reason to be motovated about my work. Suck a clit, you aging hippie.
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If you just clicked on my new journal out of sympathy, and skimmed through this article just to click out anyway, i have devised a more user-friendly, easy-to-read "cliff notes" version of the above article!
Major points
- i need a new car
- i'm becoming addicted to an MMO
- i need a job. give me a job.
- buy my stuff
- i hate you
- Listening to: Harry Christopher and the Sixteen
54 to go!!
