So I'm at school, and I'm at school a lot. Drawing class was cancelled today because the principal died a few days ago.We were supposed to draw a naked lady again but that will have to wait. I want to apply for modelling again but I have to wait untill my brusises fade but they've been there for weeks. Those will tell a pretty good story. Maybe I'll just go in with the brusises. I want to be immortalized in clay. Cornerbrook water is bad for my skin. Today I stepped in a pallate with green paint and there are footprints in the painting studio and green marks under my feet in the library. I did my best to get it off.
I'm in a strange mood. A sad mood. I just finished reading an article about Susanna and The Elders and a painter Artemisia who painted the scene. She was also raped by two men. I was reading it, it makes me feel sick to my stomac. So so sick. I want to go home but I've got class in two hours. After that I've got to paint a cow so I hope the grass is dry.

Well other than that I'm not sure what to say.

I hope all is well.

Oh, yeah. And it hailed today.

I had a magnificant plan to pick apples in the Valley all summer but it fell through because
a. It is only in August when we get to pick apples and
b. I, (according to the majority of our capitalist society...? ) would not get paid enough.

So... I need to work something out. Getting more people skillz maybe? Eliminating my fear of children? Art Internship? I would like to do a lot of intensive physical labour so I have time to work out my body and time to work out things in my mind at the same time. That's why apple picking was so appealing. All this time to just think.

But maybe I don't need more time to think. I think all fucking day. I think about this and about that but mostly it doesn't even make a difference. I think what I need is action. Active Action. Maybe my problem is all theory and no action. Maybe I am built like an all action no theory? Les always wants me to have big canvasses because he says the gestures make my painting. I am building on over the break 5 feet long. Yes. I think I need to stop thinking so much.

Yet this new way of thinking... or.... not thinking will surely not land me an alright paying job to pay for my tuition next year. I'd rather not live in Tantallon. I'd like to plant trees all summer.

I just filled out a tree-planting application. w00-hoo.

Alright, so it's approximately 3:02am Newfoundland time. I have class at 8:30. But I needed some bonding time with the roommates. So far we have docorated the living room, moved the dining stuff, and me and Warren decided to burn a purse that had nail polish remover all over it. It was pretty. I did photo documentation. Ryan, I am sure you will appreciate. (I miss burning things with you.) So I figure I am writing this for about five people to read. Alright. Here's my turn to try and be entertaining. Or just essentric enough to keep you reading. Uh... I don't know, I don't really use Livejournal so much for communication. It's just like little messages to myself. Like if I captured time and looked back on it to see my life in cartoon motion. One panel to the next, sometimes not updating for weeks but then you get the new edition.
I am smoking far too much pot so far this year. Don't let me keep doing that please. I like it too much, but I guess this is the time to do it, because we haven't gotten any assignments. Except to buy like 300 fucking dollars worth of paint! Hahah, Jesus. I think I would be more likely to capitalize Jesus' name instead of god's because I like Jesus better. Yeah, I need to get that paint for Friday and I need to call my mom because I'd like to talk to her, she's a nice lady. Alright. I should sign out for now, uh... unfortunatly I am without an ethernet cord at the moment, and shall purchase one tomorrow. And then make sure the internet doesn't take over my life. I just have to remember that real life is more fun to me than internet life.

Alright, over and out.

ps)What's up with you guys? How are things? How're the kids? How's the lovin'?

This is real. This is a copy. This is real. This is a copy. This is real. This is a copy. This is a real copy.
I understand teenage angst and wonder how "adults" ignore it.
I've decided what I want to do and I want to get people off.

Grand-mère: So, who's the new boyfriend?
Me: *Pause* I Don't have a boyfriend.
Me: I've got a girlfriend though.
Grand-mère: A girlfriend? Well I'd rather you have a boyfriend.
Me: Well I don't.

And that was that.
Mind you, I didn't tell her what I needed my costume stuff for, but have been to Frenchy's down here and have started to put together a pirate personality with a soul patch. I mentioned this to my cousin, we also talked about self-sustanibility and fucking the economy and living out of a bookbag! She's sooper. She knows about Gerald, which makes me happy.
I was also talking to my other girl-cousin who is six about how church is boring and then we started to make up our own languege and talk about The Philosophy of Being and Knowing.

Considering we've been together for two years, it sometimes miffs me that my extended family is in the dark about Gerald. Haha! But the other day I was driving by a house around here (it's kind of maybe concervative around here) and in their backyard strung waaayy up high on the flagpole was a big fat rainbow flag. : D

My grandmother just came in to give me a white shirt because I need to rip one up for the show. She's a cool lady. I didn't mean anything bad about what I said before. I was just reporting.

My tits are too big.