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Man, I'm just in one of those moods. It's not even that time of the month, so I don't know wtf's going on. I just get this feeling that everyone's simply patronizing me, because I simply cannot accept that what I'm doing even has a point to anyone but myself. I hate it a lot and I don't know whether or not it'd be good if it was true or false.
Ugh. Whatever. Wicked tonight. Saw a French rap group yesterday that was, surprisingly, quite slammin'. And I will be getting a copy of their cd. It must be good because I don't know what they're talking about, and thus the content can't irritate me. Had an annoying trip trying to get to Bert's, though, since both Gratiot AND Russell street were closed off. But Keyra met up with us at the Detroit Art Festival and that was fabulous. Lots of neat stuff that I couldn't afford. It also didn't make me feel any better about myself, but I kind of put that part of my thinking aside to enjoy the day. It makes me want to take up sidewalk art, because they were using these dry pastels I own and I have this funny idea in my head that I could actually do something decent. It'll pass, it'll pass.
Even just looking at my work is pissing me off. Nothing but infinite fucking fail, and I really don't see it being anything but. Oh well.
I'm sure it's just one of those days where I really really need my vacation right away. But no. Gotta get up at five in the morning tomorrow to spend eight hours in a box, forced to do really nothing but draw. That'll be pleasant enough, I'm sure. Feh.
I impatiently await for my tolerance to return. Until then, I will not make anyone else succumb to my pointless, stupid wrath.
Ugh. Whatever. Wicked tonight. Saw a French rap group yesterday that was, surprisingly, quite slammin'. And I will be getting a copy of their cd. It must be good because I don't know what they're talking about, and thus the content can't irritate me. Had an annoying trip trying to get to Bert's, though, since both Gratiot AND Russell street were closed off. But Keyra met up with us at the Detroit Art Festival and that was fabulous. Lots of neat stuff that I couldn't afford. It also didn't make me feel any better about myself, but I kind of put that part of my thinking aside to enjoy the day. It makes me want to take up sidewalk art, because they were using these dry pastels I own and I have this funny idea in my head that I could actually do something decent. It'll pass, it'll pass.
Even just looking at my work is pissing me off. Nothing but infinite fucking fail, and I really don't see it being anything but. Oh well.
I'm sure it's just one of those days where I really really need my vacation right away. But no. Gotta get up at five in the morning tomorrow to spend eight hours in a box, forced to do really nothing but draw. That'll be pleasant enough, I'm sure. Feh.
I impatiently await for my tolerance to return. Until then, I will not make anyone else succumb to my pointless, stupid wrath.
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Date: 2006-06-11 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-11 03:40 am (UTC)I just get this feeling that everyone's simply patronizing me, because I simply cannot accept that what I'm doing even has a point to anyone but myself. I hate it a lot and I don't know whether or not it'd be good if it was true or false.
I understand cuz this shit goes through my head too. Maybe find a new way of approaching things, new techniques, subject matters.. If you love it, then you're sorted! :)
Semester nearly over I hope..? :O
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Date: 2006-06-11 05:12 am (UTC)