teaching myself cross-hatching

my school note books tend to turn into sketch books...which is a problem i really don't know how to fix. cross-hatching will most likely be the downfall of my grades this quarter, i must separate note books and sketch books.

Portland, OR

i hate when, after i've left portland i hear about really cool things going on up there.

brian jonestown massacre at the crystal ballroom,

hot hot hot weather,

fall; among a few other things i can't remember... but i really liked this:

http://urbanedibles.org/

i think one day i would like to return.

(Not Sarah's) First Day of School Pose

MUSC 11B : Bigotry and the Afrocentric Jazz (Intro to Jazz)

12:30 - 1:40

(I normally have lecture from my lit class on Thursdays, but we're meeting Friday instead of tonight)

LIT 61D : Greek Plays

7:00 - 9:00

its a massive break that will be possibly filled with doing homework, roaming campus, or maybe just taking the bus home for six hours then coming back.

regardless, there's a one day teacher strike today so the chances of me even having to go to class today is pretty slim. thank god tim is driving up to campus before noon or i'd be walking... city buses won't cross a picket line/fence/people protesting.

blah blah blah. okay. tim's getting high and i guess i should make myself a PB&J for after class!

i'm in a town that doesn't sleep, and i'm sleeping.

Tim is biting his fingernails, the sound is echoing in my brain .

today, while trying to find safeway, paul, layna, and i watched a cat die in the middle of the road. a car had previously hit and the cat was giving his or her's last breath: his(ers) back leg stretched up in the air and fell. paul told me to pull over, he wrapped the cat in some towels for the trunk of the car and placed the cat under a tree nearby.

locomotion #2

:):)

one week left.

this weather reminds me of

winter, having a cigarette out in the cold, art projects, driving with both windows down,

and wet downtown parking garages.

you tell me i apologize for silly things, but i mean it.

today was rough, but it happens. tomorrow, i imagine, will be better.

mostly, i wish you weren't asleep right now.

lonely anne sleeps again,

goodnight.

9/09/09. 4:20///

CABIN.

FEVER.

Smile, Kurt.

worst part,

you always love it before you cut it.

nevereatSoggywaffles.

for carmen.

my new room.

paul alphabetizing my records:

tags: (paul siple, prezzie form carmie)

first wall art:

listening to some reccordz:

tags: (my shuz, dad, paul siple)

see you,

tomorrow. (today).