They need more bodies to throw in the sand

I had my last class at MassArt ever a week ago.
I had my last reviews ever on Wednesday.
It's very surreal.
It won't hit me until I'm in class at Mount Ida.

As a tribute to his excellence, my friend Kristen made moustaches for everyone to wear that mimics Scott Bakal's moustache/goatee/power strip combo. That class was so splendid and cathartic, and always full of good ideas and laughter. I think if every class was like that, I'd have a harder time leaving MassArt, or I wouldn't be leaving at all. Even during class, I began to have second thoughts. But I know that it's a best-case scenario kind of class, and I won't always be so blessed, and I would continue to second-guess myself.
I really am going to miss it so much.
I wanted this since I was four, and now I'm leaving.

Sometimes I wonder.

My reviews went, comparatively, o.k. I got a lot of good suggestions and directions to go in, and I've been drawing a lot. I have a lot of ideas of directions I want to go in, like going back to graphite and realism and black and white and contrast. I want to work on mid-toned paper a lot. I'm also going to make 151 painted postcards this summer, with stylized Pokemon. My friend Kristen said "gotta paint 'em all".



I'm really scared that I won't have the drive to work hard to keep art in addition to all the hard work in mortuary science. I'm afraid that I'll lose this love for art and this want, and that I'll end up embittered and boring and telling kids about how I used to go to art school and I used to draw, but that ship has sailed, and now I just eat spaghetti with my three cats and canary.
That just means I'll have to prove myself wrong.
I have a lot planned for this summer.

I finally got my orientation packet for Mount Ida, which I've since mostly filled out. I'd like to get involved in their clubs, and by their clubs I of course have my own two-hour block late at night on the radio station where I can make dick jokes and play my friends' music, and also do drawings for their paper. I want to helm a series of irreal joke clubs, like the Mount Ida Mustang Barbecue Club. I think this is the right thing. I feel less anxious about the future, doing this. It's nice.

My friend Dan told me that 30k/yr is at the poverty line. That's just silly.
I want to start buying things from Lush, and also maybe Fresh if I ever feel the need to spend money all will-nilly and senselessly. Look at this stuff! It's so lovely looking. I have their Strawberry Flowers perfume and it's just terrific. It doesn't have much staying power, unfortunately, but it's a nice scent, and it works a little better if I spray it on fabric rather than my skin.

Oh well.



I did this instead of my finals.
It's a phone picture.
I need to take my computer to the doctor so I can scan stuff, and also use the internet, and listen to music, and run my life. (how sad?)