:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 4.17.2004 ::

To paraphrase: It's like an anger festival in my head, and everyone's invited.

Here's a brilliant idea: Let's take the people with the top six GPA's in the class and give them design awards. Because surely, if you have a high GPA, then you must be one of he best designers in the class.

Things to do this week: Draw master plan, render master plan, draw four perspectives, render four perspectives, thoroughly rehearse scene, write scene book, begin rehearsing next scene, draw two site sections, render two site sections, draw detailed section, render detailed section, outline final report, call firms in NYC & KC, set up trip to Chicago, print additional resumes and protfolio pages.

Character of the week: There is this kid in my studio who is endlessly humping chairs. He is usually wearing headphones at the time, so I can only image his chair-fucking fantasies involve good rhythm. Sometimes someone is even sitting in the chair he is humping, which I can suppose is some sort of anthro-furniture gang bang. But, it seems that when it is all said and done, this kid just really likes to fuck chairs.

"I wanna take you through a wasteland I'd like to call my home, welcome to paradise..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:16 AM [+] ::