Here I am at the computer in the art studio at RCC. Nothing really much to say, just wasting time. All my projects are turned in for grading and there's nothing to clean at the moment.
I have about three poems boucning in my mind, itching to write them, but I can't. I would really love just a moment to sit down and write a story or a poem instead of studying for finals or tinkering away at my reasearch paper about Emily Dickinson (my favorite poet, and yet at the moment I am thoroughly sick of her very name.)
It's about twenty minutes until time to go home. I am SO hungry. Nick is on the other side of the room eating a Subway sandwich, and darn it, it smells good. I'm going to go home and eat a big bowl of chips and sunflower seeds.
Virginia came by a few minutes ago to see what I was doing. Shouldn't really bother me that my blog is being read by somebody else (otherwise it wouldn't be here and I certainly wouldn't be working on it in public) but still...I don't know.
Today I sorted all the art books in the studio. I didn't see much of Vincent Van Gogh, who I still believe is the best artist that ever was.
Gotta go now. Hope you enjoyed that irrelevant and very weird ten minutes of life in the art studio.
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