boy scout camp and a tree frog
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some useless stuff
washing brushes in the sink may not be the greatest idea.
i hate that camera. i like that book.
tomorrow (may 25) is my mother’s birthday.
monday (may 26th) is my father’s birthday.
june 4th is my birthday and my sister’s birthday. (note: not twins. i will turn 20; she will turn 27.)
june 16th, blake gets his face fixed. june 19th, i go to nashville to see him.
june 24th, i fly to athens for a 10-day cruise of the greek and turkish islands.
july 6th, i go to florida for two weeks.
august 30th, aaron and alice get married (!!!)
september 8th, the fall semester starts, and i stop having time to eat, sleep, shower, or think.
the difference between the idea of and the reality of
several months ago, i asked a bunch of people to finish the following sentence: “all I want is ___________.” people said things like, “all i want is love.” “all i want is shortbread.” “all i want is $20.” i said things like, “all i want is to change.” and “all i want is someone more neurotic than me.”
this came out of the overwhelming realization that everyone you will ever see, hear of, or briefly meet is a REAL PERSON. with a whole history, and a whole lot of desires and emotions and conflicts and pain and joy. everybody is just as weighty as you are. and there are a freaking lot of people. so that’s pretty crazy.
anyway, most of the responses i got were actually pretty lame. but i painted them anyway on this giant piece of canvas (okay, not giant, it’s probably 3′x5′)
then one day when i was painting skeletons for class, i got pissed off by my inability to paint and decided to take it out on this piece of canvas. you can’t tell, but there are actually lots of bristles in it from when i hit it so hard that the brush broke.
and then blake stepped on it.
the end.
trip/trip
We were driving to Atlanta to see Radiohead, except there was this ridiculous detour on I-40 and it ended up taking us 9 hours to get down there instead of 6. Hence, trippy pictures.
Then the painting lab flooded.
It was raining really hard, and the ceiling caved in in a few places. I hear it got up to a couple inches, but I think it’s under control now.
Unfortunately, my painting was not destroyed.
