i wish i wasn't so slow at uploading art. and making it.

i'm changing my major tomorrow, and hopefully it'll make me hate school less or gain focus.

why can't i make things because i think they look nice? or because i want to experiment with a certain material? why can't i react to what i've created and push it further? why do i have to have to have a reason?

i made a shitty work for an installation tonight, because i'm not remotely inspired to make something i care about.

i'm not in the mood for three hours of people bullshitting about their artwork.

i'm not in the mood to be one of them, but it's not acceptable not to be. it bums me out.

anyway, i'm really not all that angsty or bitter.

my sweetest love discovered that i'm a garbage picker, but says it's okay because i have a purpose. he's taking me to montreal for new years.

and my laundry pile is honestly about 2 metres tall, and 1.5 metres wide. it's absolutely ridiculous.