From the Lone Star State, back to the Big Apple.
Going home was amazing, I just wish I could’ve stayed longer.
Home for the weekend.
I get to see my family, pet my kitty, sleep in my own bed, and eat Mexican food. Party time.
Going home this weekend.
I’m so excited! My mom is baking me a cake and I’m surprising my brother and I get to eat Mexican food and shower in my own shower. Sounds like a damn good time to me.
Listening to Hilary Duff.
I regret nothing.
My suitemate is writing a letter to Snoop Dogg asking him to donate to our art school. And you think we are kidding… Just because he’s West Coast and we are East Coast, doesn’t mean we can’t be friends!
My school is having financial problems. Everyone has been talking about it in the past few days. I’m going to a meeting tomorrow to hear people talk about it, but it’s still very worrying. I lub my school :’(
So for yesterday’s 3DD crit, we had to build a piece that would connect our body to the floor and wall and be performative for 3 minutes. Some kid stood in an oblisk and peed on the wall. He had a horrible critique and the teacher yelled at him, so I am satisfied.
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget...– Neil Gaiman (via danseurs)