I wrote a whole epic post on birthdays, and homeless guys, and cake and whatnot, but I accidently deleted it. I don’t feel like rewriting it all so instead let us talk about Squirrel poop. Yes, Squirrel poop. When my mother came up to visit this weekend she told me of her latest obsession, why has she never seen a squirrel poop or any of their droppings? Squirrels are everywhere, so why not there fecal matter? Well, they do actually poop.
Proof!
I also helped some teenager girls find the sex books. They were wandering around browsing the shelves, but apparently looking for someone young enough and non-judgmental looking to point them in the right direction. Take that Sarah Palin I am helping provide teens with sex education materials. Bwhahahahaha!.
I have had a pretty busy week, or a semi-busy weekend which spilled over into this week. Anyway, Saturday I went to an art thing wit Scrabbles, big ol’ warehouse filled with artists selling their stuff. Some of it was good some of it was kinda bad and some was just awkward, and/or disturbing. I then laughed at the models that were in the fashion show, pretentious comes with a funny walk apparently. I was hoping someone would trip and fall on their face, but I was sorely disappointed. Also made a cameo at the remains of the block party. Sad Animals were involved and a picture of Marisa attempting to feel me up.
Classes have also been filling my week up, consuming my life and making me get up early every morning. I have 3 self portraits due on Monday, which I must some how find time to do, and also I’m not supposed to use photos. How exactly does she expect me to do a profile view self portrait without photo reference? I also have 12 abstract paintings due in about a week and the thing about abstract is not knowing when something is done. It’s so awfully subjective it drives me bonkers. I’ll probably be at the school most of Friday painting away.
Last night I went out to the Whiskey Lounge to see the wonderful Warisa sing her pretty songs and be generally amazing (just kidding you really suck). A few library folk and some friends of library folk came out to see her and we all had a merry time. It was open mic night so we had to sit through some other musicians before we got to hear the person we all came for and promptly make fun of them. There was guy with a mustard yellow turtle neck which disturbed me greatly, guy with one rolled up pant leg who looked ready to jump on a bike at anytime, and socks with flip-flops guy. Then there was the girl who kind of sucked and had to sit down to play the guitar.
This morning I woke up at 7 so I could go see Obama in Calder Plaza. It was good speech. My feet were hurting really bad due to standing for about 3 hours, but it was worth it. We couldn’t really see Obama very well though because the teleprompter was blocking his face. I think Margaret got a picture of him and we discussed badly photoshopping in his face on the white rectangle. It would be interesting. Now I am at work and then at 6 I’m heading over to the GRAM with my roommate to see Nigel Barker speak about Richard Avedon…or just speak in general with his lovely British accent. It starts at 7 and is supposed to be out by 9 and then I plan on watching the debates with Scrabbles, mostly to make fun of Sarah Palin, but for educational purposes also…on how to make fun of Sarah Palin even more. I also was invited to 80s night but I may not go since I’m running on about 5 hours of sleep and when sleep deprived I get cranky.
