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Poisoned! written @ 4:30 PM on April 14, 2004 You know what sucks? The other day I accidentally knocked my jar of paintbrushes to the floor, and as they proceeded to scatter to the four winds, I hastily collected them and put them back in place. As I did so, I stabbed myself with a calligraphy pen. A calligraphy pen, of all things (hence why my diary is called "Death By Art")! As the blood oozed from my thumb, I set my hand on a speck of oil paint as I finished gathering the rest of my brushes, thereby sending this stinging sensation worse than the fire of a thousand hells through my entire hand. I ran to the sink to wash out some potentially lethal poisoning of cadmium red medium, only to discover that there was no soap. Meanwhile, a list of artists who died as a result of exposure to their medium ran through my head. That sucks. Speaking of oil paint, in class today we had a critique of our cubism pieces, and I escaped relatively unscathed considering I finished it this morning after a healthy dose of procrastination. This one guy's work struck me as familiar, and I couldn't say why until my painting professor asked me to comment on it. Then it occurred to me: "It looks like the Buzz Lightyear ride from Disney World!! Have any of you been there? They put you on this track, and there's a laser gun that you have to shoot the Zs for Zogg or Zurg or something and you win points and..." Everyone was kind of looking at me funn, though, so I shut up. There was this one girl in my class who I don't think likes me anyway, and her expression of loathing was palpable. Apparently I'm one of the few, the proud, who appreciates the Buzz Lightyear ride at Disney World this side of the Ohio River. In retrospect, it's kind of an ironic thing to say to people who were just discussing the composition and color choices in the work, but oh well. Classes end in three weeks, so you know what that means: time o' hell. I don't know when I'll next update, so you've been warned. I'm not nearly as panicked as I was last semester, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed regardless. After two weekends of not having any homework at all, I feel very spoiled and unmotivated to do anything, but we must all carry on somehow, I suppose. *** In completely unrelated news, I've noticed through the tight grapevine that many people within my social circles have been coming across my diary. To those of you who come out of some perverted curiosity, I bid you welcome. But I should tell you the golden rule: "What happens in Death By Art stays in Death By Art." *** If anyone is scrambling for some birthday ideas for my rosey 20th, you have one month to get your act together, dammit. Here is an idea I've been toying with: old photograph collections! Yes, that's right, I've decided to start a pre-1900 photography collection of portraits of ordinary people. I don't know why. It sounds cool. Later I think I may start a website where genealogists can peruse photos for potential family members. People, take my advice: NEVER EVER SELL YOUR FAMILY PICTURES. It should be a crime. Adieu, my friends.
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