Like really. I really hate that girl. I really do. If you don’t follow me and have a problem with what a post why do you feel the need to do that shit? Like really Sarah. I mean, if you have a problem with me, stay that fuck out of my business.
I’ve never really had a problem with you in particular. You just threw a bitch fit at me and I shot you a bird. Metaphorically speaking. Then you deleted me off of everything. I asked nicely for something and gave you a heads up that a lot of people don’t like something that you do. And I was surprised that someone as sweet and interesting as you(or so I thought at that time) would post things like that without warning for the folks who do follow you.
And baby boy, it’s the internet and everyone is in everyone’s business whether we like it or not.
And yes, I did feel the need. You’re in college. And if you want to get anywhere in the fashion business you at the very least need to learn to spell in general. And it’s just a good idea to practice good spelling/grammar on the sole reason that when you so get a job anywhere in the fashion industry, they will google you. Finding… all of this. So correct your mistakes and maybe you won’t get passed over for a job. Almost all artists use the internet, as well as employers. (ps- download firefox it spell checks as you type)
So really the only reason I’ve ever harassed you so to speak about your spelling, is that you DO really need to work on it.
Anywho, sorry you hate me so much. The feelings are not mutual.
Pretty sure I’m going to force Drew to go to Sunday brunch at Ruby Tuesdays with me. avocado omelet here I come!
Baby boy and me went to SCAD day and I coerced him into applying for college. In 2012 of course. That will give him enough time to figure things out, and if he applied yesterday the application fee is waived.
It was amazing watching to react to the college and interact with the professors. If he decides to go, I really think he’ll enjoy it.
After meeting with some folks, hanging around, and avoiding others we went home. Almost fell asleep driving back, and so we swapped and he drove the last 15 miles. Sweetheart.
Wants in life:
-equality in love
-a direction (i’ve lost mine)
-something that feel right
I don’t know how to even put it. But college, has and never will be me. I am there to appease my family. Get a degree and do nothing with it. Yippie. I might as well go into something that interests me.
8 am class go. But I have to drive an hour to get there, so do dee do.
6:30 am wake up, get dressed kiss kittens on foreheads, leave get coffee from Drewski, drive.
7:50, arrive, find parking bolt for class.
8, arrive, sit through Art appreciation, he holds us late,
9:28 bolting for next class in two minutes in opposite hall.
9:34, arrive snag seat look innocent.
10:45 leave US History. Bleh.
11:00 Art History, holds us late again.
12:26, mad dash to bullshit cafe get lame ass pbj for low blood suger (we ran out of bread last night for samich I was going to take)
12:36, pull into class late, line sucked. Sculpt for 3 hours. Leave class at 4.
4:57 arrive home. Nibble food get dressed, haul ass back to college for mandatory art show.
6pm sit through more bs.
9pm get home. Go to Blackbird with Drew to fix things.
9:33pm, Here I sit.
Cold makes the joints hurt, yo.
Tomorrow I wake up and drive back over and go to second Studio and Draw skeletons and models, I think we have a girl tomorrow.
Then I’ll just come here and do my online class… meh.
Drew is sleeping as though we still only had a twin bed. Cutie.