I finished. I'm done with it. I tried so hard, but there's nothing to show but a C+, B, B+, B, A, A, A. Don't get me wrong- I'm happy about my grades, but at the same time I didn't deserve them really, I slacked so much during the semester. Really, who gives a fuck about my grades. There's nothing to show... my portfolio is a mess of last minute disarray. I need to focus my energy- make a significant contribution to this fucked up little book of anger and nonsense nonsense (my journal)- significant poems, significant songs... maybe I just feel like everyone can and has said it better, so just leave it them. What's my contribution- the same old same old, what is that even?
- Mood:
Lazy - Reading: On the Road
- Watching: Altered States
- Drinking: Orange Pineapple Mango Juice
Devious Comments
And my third meaningless spout of profoundity for the day:
Art is always more important to the artist than it is to the world: the artist that isn't caring of their art is either not an artist, or is famous before he knows it.
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