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18 September 1999
didn't make it to the studio today... the plan was to get up around seven and head down there for a couple of hours. then get some brunch when the met opened. then head back for a couple more hours.
instead i got up around nine. played with my new art supplies. got brunch. headed back over to the art supply store to exchange the parallel rule that i bought yesterday for the fancier model that i thought i had bought but didn't.
i came back and did some sketching for my drawing assignment (i can't do the final work until i get my drafting table set up, and i want to buy some plywood for that). and did some of the reading for next week's classes.
there was some big party going on tonight, which most of risd seemed to be going to. i walked down there with a big group of people, but didn't really have any intention of actually going in. i just wanted to get out for a bit. alex and yuka were thinking pretty much the same thing, so we wandered around a bit and ended up playing the game of life back at yuka's place.
they were drinking and so part of me kinda felt like a drink even though another part of me didn't really want it. and so that kinda sucked. but i only drank about a quarter of a glass and they didn't really drink that much, so it was okay.
but it's odd how it's easy to not go to a party that almost everyone i know is going to, but hard to turn down a drink with just two other people. i guess it makes sense. they were the other two people who didn't go to this party. there is a bit more of a connection there. although i do still feel like a bit of an outsider at times.
instead i got up around nine. played with my new art supplies. got brunch. headed back over to the art supply store to exchange the parallel rule that i bought yesterday for the fancier model that i thought i had bought but didn't.
i came back and did some sketching for my drawing assignment (i can't do the final work until i get my drafting table set up, and i want to buy some plywood for that). and did some of the reading for next week's classes.
there was some big party going on tonight, which most of risd seemed to be going to. i walked down there with a big group of people, but didn't really have any intention of actually going in. i just wanted to get out for a bit. alex and yuka were thinking pretty much the same thing, so we wandered around a bit and ended up playing the game of life back at yuka's place.
they were drinking and so part of me kinda felt like a drink even though another part of me didn't really want it. and so that kinda sucked. but i only drank about a quarter of a glass and they didn't really drink that much, so it was okay.
but it's odd how it's easy to not go to a party that almost everyone i know is going to, but hard to turn down a drink with just two other people. i guess it makes sense. they were the other two people who didn't go to this party. there is a bit more of a connection there. although i do still feel like a bit of an outsider at times.