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I have new hair! And I feel like it is a welcome change. The red is hard to maintain, and I needed something new. Tonight, I am throwing a party, celebrating both the end of the semester and Mike's birthday. I know no one reads this, but if, by some strange chance someone is who isn't already coming, you should. Tomorrow, I am going to a Nine Inch Nails concert with my best friends. It will be a good day.

Due in part to events that occured earlier this week, I will be looking for another job. I am still getting hours, but not enough to pay rent with, so I'm going to spend the days I have off of this upcoming week to search for further employment. I don't want to leave, but I gotsta gotsta pay that rent, yo.

I like my hair. <3

Also, I'm over a month on this project. I need to get better about uploading a few at a time instead of what is, essentially, a week's worth. Guh. But what a week.

On an up note, I do believe I either aced my art history exam, or came awfully close to doing so. And in the process of studying for it, cemented Wassily Kandinsky as my most favorite artist. 

Party soon, I need to get ready.

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Teefs. I brush dem.

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These are my feet. 

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This day was really awful. I almost got fired. I really don't feel like getting into it. Just trust me. Awful.

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So, I forgot today. It was my first day of 8-5 working, and I was exhausted when I got home. My bad.

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It was Mike's Birthday. I love him. It was a good day.

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I really didn't mean for this to look as brooding and dark as it came out. I just pointed at my face. I suppose an excess of sleep is not a good look for me.

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I was trying to figure out how I could get a shot like the scene from Life Aquatic, where Steve and Ned are pointing out in the distance as Jane looks on. I could have figured it out, but I decided that I was lazy, and that it was reading day and I didn't feel like exerting that much effort.

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My final for drawing class is above. The class didn't like it. To make things worse, the teacher told me that she was planning to put it in the foundations exhibit, and then, after critique, she told me that it was 'too large' and that they were only exhibiting the smaller works.

Sure.

I was laying down on the concrete floor in the vending machine sideroom right before my final art history class when I took this. My friend Angie looks over and asks, quite incredulously, what the hell I am doing. 

This was my last day of classes, Spring '09.

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The night before my last day of drawing class, I decided to make cookies, because we were all going to bring snacks- that was the plan.

Naturally, I was the only one who brought anything. And they hated my drawing.

This was also the day that I found out I really didn't have any loan options. Because of this, I can't take any summer classes. I really wanted to- I could stay on track to graduate when I wanted to, and this summer would have gotten my only math class out of the way, and I would have gotten to take it with Mike. Which I don't get to do now. I'm bummed about it.