artin' & fartin'

So this weekend was Arts & Jazz, which if you're not from my wonderful hometown (bye haters), is exactly what it sounds like: arts and jazz. And booze, really bad for you but kickass food and running into people you know because literally everyone in Denton is there. Bryan and I went both Friday and Saturday, where I proceeded to get a $4 cup of beer (what is that shit? idek know. I should've done like everyone else and brought my own in.) and then we ran into some of our friends who happened to have a Camelbak backpack full of rum. Can I get a hell yeah? So in my slightly drunk wandering, I found a booth full of totally fucked up looking art by a guy who's name escapes me now and who's card I don't have on me. I saw this and knew, just knew I had to have it.
yes, yes that is my #1 hero Hunter S. Thompson. I can't get over how amazing and cool it is. I. Just. Can't.

SPEAKING OF COOL, my mother's day present came! I had one of my favorite gals paint me portraits of our two dogs and they are the best. THE BEST.
I love them so much. She's so fucking talented. It really makes me want to start being artsy again since I'm supposed to be an art major and all (and since I'm supposed to be making something for someone...). And hopefully I can get all this math caught up by next week so I don't get dropped for a semester. I can't bare the shame or embarrassment of being a failure. Pray circle for me y'all!

fixing a hole where the rain gets in

it has been done, y'all! all my school shit (obviously) got sorted out. I'm kind of laughing at myself because of my choice for english. here's a fact: I'm not so good at it. I mean, I read all the time but having to pick out literary devices and all that? No. Plus it being Shakespeare, and I do love Shakespeare, it's probably going to kick my ass because I have to do so much thinking. I can't really think, either. or really I can't articulate what I want to say very well sometimes. I probably didn't even use articulate right. I am really pumped for my Cultural Diversity class though. apparently our final is going to be us cooking food. cooking food. for a final. plus the professor is really awesome so that's a bonus. my government professor though may drive me insane just because of how he speaks and how boring he seems to be. I'M SORRY, I KNOW THAT'S RUDE BUT I CAN'T STAND BORING TEACHERS. the way he lectures reminds me of how child me used to do how-to papers: "and now I'm gonna show you how to blah blah blah, now we're gonna look at this, anyways here's this to look at" YOU DRIVE ME INSANE, PLEASE STOP. plus he's making us have our chapter review done by Wednesday and I didn't even buy my book because a lot of times you don't even need your book, so it's stressing me out.

But now I have to read act 1 of Macbeth, I mean the Scottish Play (you can't call it Macbeth in my class because of ~the curse~, but y'all probably knew that) and do some cleaning before I go to work. it's nice to only have one class on Fridays because that means I have actual time to do stuff before work. plus it's PAY DAY so I may or may not have a cool awesome look what I've got post a-comin'.

WAITING...to weed out the weaklings

I told myself I would actually start using this, so I will. right now, I'm caught in the middle of the hellstorm known as ~finals week~. which sucks because then I realize exactly how behind I am and then want to crawl under my sheets and hibernate until forever. I hate finals week. why, other than the obvious? because I slack off something terrible and get frustrated/forgetful easily. oh yeah, and I have a math class I need to desperately pass so I don't have to take it for the five millionth time (I'm smart okay). plus I'm ready for it to be christmas, which reminds me I need to get pictures of my ceramics stuff before I get it all wrapped up as presents. I'm just happy I can talk about what my present plans are because a certain stinky boyfriend (hopefully) doesn't read this (even though I swear it popped up in his address bar once....I'm on to you, mister...)

SPEAKING OF AMAZING BOYFRIEND: 2 sundays ago we went and saw Pink Floyd but really Roger Water's THE WALL. words cannot even begin to describe how amazing it was. Bryan got us tickets for my birthday and a week before the show, we kept looking at live videos from the tour and I kept saying how I didn't want to be disappointed because Roger Water's was just walking around singing on the mic/not playing the bass and bitching about how ~sew selfish~ he was to spread The Wall everywhere (FUN FACT: he can because it's his and it's/he's beautiful and I will never say a bad thing about him again). BUT REALLY, dude came up with the whole concept himself since he was feeling isolated from the audience and hated playing arenas. anyways, everything was a m a z i n g. I get teary eyed just thinking about it and I actually did cry twice during it, but for different reasons (they kept showing WE MISS YOU FALLEN VETERAN shit and I thought of my grandfather and it killed me). the only really shitty thing is according to wikipedia, Roger Water's said this could be his last tour but it's awesome because then that means we were part of music history. kinda.

LOOK AT HOW AMAZING THIS IS THOUGH (courtesy of Bryan himself)


(not Bryan's but still amazing)



if you listen closely, you can hear yours truly singing/talking/see fist pumping/screams of absolute joy and some douche bag telling the metal heads to sit down. no, you sit down.
so, now I'm basically in love with Roger Water's because of all that talent/being an attractive old man. I'm already planning my The Wall related tattoo as we speak. not even kidding.


which reminds me that I have to finish the best thing I've ever drawn so far, which will remain secret until Christmas (just in case Bryan does actually look at this) unless you've seen it on staysassy...