No. 17

I'm just posting to inform any and everyone that I am now dead inside.

I love my colour theory teacher. I love that class, I really do.

But holy shit. This is what I spent the last two hours doing:

I actually want to die now. It wasn't mentally taxing or anything, but jesus christ I hate using little scissors and glue sticks. What kind of sick torture is this? Who assigns something like this! Sadistic lunatic! We had to do a self-portrait collage in complementary colours and their graduated mixtures. Sure hope flesh tone is a graduated mixture of orange and blue. Christ almighty.

I'm supposed to be drawing an updated version of the three graces right now. I didn't like our model. I made two of the graces mannequins, and the third a shopgirl dressing them. I don't even care how lame it is. I think I'll just make the mannequins have awesome fabulous hair to spice it up. Not that I'm actually capable of drawing hair. Where's Jodi when you need her.

In any case, my whole body is dead from sitting here hunched over pieces of magazine paper for so long, so I'm going to wake up at 5 and do the stupid drawing and then hand it in.

Painting critique is on Friday. I'm totally done all my paintings too.

Yea, no.

Anyway, I drew these lovely ladies at work today:

Top right is Virginia Woolf. Top left is that girl there from Little Scream. Just heard her last night, I like her voice.

Bottom left is Liz McGrath with a weirdly stretched out head. And bottom right is some girl in a Hurley ad or something. She ended up looking more like Jessica Biel than I'd meant her to.

I sleep now.

Also, all of you need to watch The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra. My dad and I bought it for 2$ one time. It was the best investment ever. Fuck that movie is great. Way too long, but the first bit. Oh man.