Tuesday, October 25, 2011

where for art thou

the stats thing that blogger has now I guess it comes from google analyitics has got me thrown.

O mysterious page views, where are you coming from? In celebration of people enjoying Hugh's stories I shall be posting another one at some point today I guess. Who knows when though since I'm doing some design research, but we all know how terrible I am at keeping my attention on my work (or maybe we don't all know, but now you do. I'm quite terrible)
The class liked Hugh. They want to hear more about him.

My ears are burning as if I'm blushing. My heart is all a flutter with my love for Hugh.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Sky train

I'm sitting in one of the train stations. I only have to go one stop which would make me quite early for where I'm going so I though waiting here would be a good call.

It's kind of weird though sitting and doing nothing in a place where people are constantly in transit. Then I worry if I'm being judged by any of these people because I'm not doing what I should be here. But then I remember none of them are going to be here for more than 10 minutes and assume the same about me.

This has just been another overstated though I'm sure
we have 1000 views on our blog.

only took what, 3 years? also I'm pretty sure that 80-90% of those views are from ourselves.






Sunday, October 23, 2011



We did black out poetry in creative writing class. Seem fitting for art school no? 

In any cause I've found that creative writing class is currently my creative outlet. When all I do is work with images taking a break from the visual world and working with words (which I find I'm far much more comfortable with) is a welcome break. It's weird to think that I need a creative outlet as I work  and learn in a creative world, with the title of a "creative". Fuck that shit though, I hate giving myself a title other than student right now (or ever, in the lame "you're never finished learning) way.

Tuesday mornings are fabulous because all we do is write and listen to other people read their writing. It makes my long day at school that much more bearable.