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SKETCH NOTES:

Page one is some random girl shit. The comic sucks, but it's loosely based on a conversation that Sara and I had over INTERWEBS or TXTMSGN but I can't remember.

Page two is a to-do list and loosely based on Lindsay talking to me but I actually waspaying attention. Also chunks of song lyrics from a handful of songs.

So I have been listening to nothing but THE BLOW for the past week. It's a brave venture into pop music, but the music is well thought out. The music is fun and dancy but not in your face and the lyrics are somewhat minimal, but each word seems to have importance. So it's smart pop. Very smart.

After Adrian kinda ripped into me about working on contemporary subject matter than 19th century romanticized bullshit, this music made me realize that I like what I am doing and that I can do 19th century love-whatever, as long as I feel that I am bringing sometihng new and fresh to the table. And as soon as I can stop ripping off Matthew Woodson. But I'm not digging his latest works so much.

So I am graduating on time and I have a lot of work to do. I'm not working Tuesdays anymore, so the plan is to get a sleeping bag and sleep at school two nights a week until the senior show stuff is over.

I decimated an art history test today. But "decimated" means "probably passed" in this case.

If school was open all night on Tuesdays, I would never be late. Because I would just sleep in the illustration room.