Drumdrumdrumdrumdurum! d"urum

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Had to get that out of my system. Sorry. Its just that when you live on your own in a big city, the head gets cluttered with apartment clutter and with outside kids screaming and garbage truck clutter.
Seriously though, the garbage trucks come by every day. The city isn't even all that clean. i mean relatively speaking, but it'll always be a dirty grimey city. Its been so long since I've been wanting to write. Its been like 6 monthes nearly!! (And I still don't know how to write monthes!)
Live in an apartment where the windows are tinted so people do their hair in the window. Because they can't see us, silly little buggers staring right bac k at them. Need to make photo montage of these people. Need to make every art project that goes through my head. So many these days! Its good its really good. more ideas more motivation. Yet now, less time. Its the burden of being in a creative environment where you are doing stuff. See, you are doing stuff, so you are occupied when instead you want to expell these genius ideas.
I wanna:

Make a photo montage of the people who do their hair in the window
Take photos of inanimate (metal/building/city-stuff) that looks like faces
Life sized shoebox world thingg
cool found object statues
make vertical pop up

I guess that isn't all that much... but ideas are good. Most of my recent ideas for school are like a macabre graphic novelist but the ideas above are for children, or good natured. I think art school makes me more goth minded.

All I think and do and eat these days is art school. Even when I'm talking to someone I'm thinking how should i be painting their face, the shadows in their nostrils and their pupils? Should i mix prussian blue and crimson, or defy the teacher and buy some black instead. Thrilling. i know. But this is my life, so I've got to get excited about it. and art school is way more exciting than writing stupid religion essays or doing some math equation.

the apartment is such a stupid mess. its like should I invest the hour in cleaning it up just to watch it degrade in the following 5 hours, or just watch it breath and live its chaos in a more natural symbiosis.

I was going to write something beautiful about the city or about the weather. but no. no time for looking up at the sky and dreaming. My mind is a busy drum.

Anyways, next time I might think something poetic like those boards in the trainstation that go shf shf shf shf shf shf changing the places and the times for the trains to depart. Someone lying on that board stretching out and curling back to sleep when it stops flipping.

Goodnight and farewell