Chapter two

Today I went to McNally Robinson's with my mom. I wanted to buy a book that would motivate me in printmaking and what better printmaker to motivate me than the master himself, Andy Warhol. I love his prints. I can't wait to run my shitty Aoki drawing through the press. Okay, it's not that shitty. It's not brilliant, it's not Warhol, but 6 hours of squinting and trying to replicate my photoshopped Aoki portrait off my laptop, I can say I'm vaguely proud of my work. Well I scoured through a shelf that contained more than an abundance of cellophane wrapped Warhol books, and picked out a few that interested me; most of them ranged in the 60-70$ range, and after ogling the biggest, most expensive looking one, I ripped the cellophane off. If I'm going to blow [my mother's] cash on a book, I better be satisfied with the contents. Well turns out it was cheaper than the one I had originally looked at [60 vs 70 $] and definately looked like it contained the whole collection of his work, in big, bright, vivid color accompanied by black and white lifestyle shots checkered all over numerious pages. It was perfect. I rifled through a few more books for photography and found none that interested me enough to consider buying, so my mom and I headed to the till, rang it up and... "30$". Yup. It was marked down half price. Mother was stoked, and so was I.

I also learned tidbits and pieces about my Hasselblad camera. I learned that I actually need to charge the battery to get it working, I learned that if I ever felt like purchasing 10,000$ or more, I could buy a digital back for it, which I could switch back to film at the press of a couple buttons...I learned what it sounds like when you press the shutter: Amazing. I also learned a bunch of technical stuff that isn't worth continuing on about because it wouldn't "WOW" you as much as it "WOWED" me, because I am a nerd.

Speaking of Aoki I went to his show earlier this week. Whiskey got poured down my nose, bitches were stepping on my toes with high heels, he screamed out of the speakers as my ear got pressed against a speaker, I made him cringe when I hugged him after because I was dripping in more sweat than he was. It was amazing.

I also had an amazing skate sesh with my co-worker from West the other day. We learned to rock to fakie. It was radical. It could have easily been one of those days where I'd be there skating all day and time would have streaked by. And I mean skating; not sitting on a bench and talking about the latest skate gossip over a cigarette, and about how old and weak my limbs are becoming each year. Thank you Keegan. That was awesome. Kid :)

Hi David. It's 12:33 AM and I haven't talked to you since supper time. I miss you! Much love.

Chapter One

Today I had my first day of classes. I arrived at school 2 minutes before class so I ran down the tunnel, cried a little bit as I watched Timmy Hoes blur by- coffee is essential for triggering my attention span-and strolled into class right as my prof called my name. I gave him a big grin, waved, and he smiled back. Good. He doesn't hate me. Yet.

Once class was done I headed down the tunnel, watched everyone speedwalk to their next class, sans wheelie back packs thank god- apparently that's the new hyphy in Manitoba- then realized "Hey, I'm done for the day!" I experienced two seconds of momentary excitement until I realized that it was only 9:30 in the morning and I had nothing better to do with myself for the rest of the day. I had nothing to do until thursday morning for that matter. Nothing to do for the next two days, but party. Damn.

Well luckily for me, after a wild goose chase for a classroom meeting that didn't exist, and a solid hunt for binder dividers that were apparently sold out across the city, I logged onto paws and the classes that I'd wanted to get into more than anything, and solely just the two classes I wanted, had opened up and were beckoning me to pounce them. My class schedule for term one was no longer a virgin to the arts. My mom's credit card may take a bit of a raping but hey, that's why university exists. To take our parent's hard earned cash and give us degrees that are hopefully not useless in the work force by the time we graduate. Also so that we can make hard earned cash one day, and spend it on awesome things like travelling and booze- and possibly settling down one day, so that we can raise kids and get robbed by the university for their schooling. It's a beautiful and vicious cycle. Yup. That's my day.

Alpha.

So today I'm engaging in my Fourth blog. I decided to start this blog because I need an outlet to express exactly how I feel. Some days I just want to whine- and some days I just want to brag about how awesome my life is. I wouldn't want to put anybody through that torture so I figure this is the perfect place to vent out my thoughts unfiltered and unedited. And I like to keep a true document about my day.