Absolutely no art stuff going on right now besides class assignments of which a few I AM ENJOYING MUCH VERY. i AM STUCK IN ALL CAPS. i APOLOGIZE. i TRIED TO OUT GET BUT ACCIDENTALLY HIT TAB. nICE. Once again, I apologize for being annoying. I can not figure out the scanners here just yet. I willl have to resort to some print screen kind of deal. College is not that much different besides the being away from the folks and a lot of reading. I am on some ultimate Frisbee team, but I am not quite sure if I will remain. First impression? They are the Bayern Munich of the SCAD intramural frisbee scene. That is based on just one person. I am not sure what to expect. I have no shoes. Look at me. Look me dead in the center of my forehead. Awesome. I have you under my control. Basically what I am doing is forcing myself to type something. Anything. Stuff must come out. Here the stuff comes, however annoying and inconsiderate the stuff may be. Nevermind. I will stick to art stuff. I must start slow, then I can slowly move to what actually deserves to be typed. If I knew the proper HTML I would put a line straight through the word “deserves.” Exclamation poin-TAH! Look at me. I actually hit caps lock again, but I am typing this in word now--because I am that self-conscious about deviantart—and it automatically corrects such blunders. So, the art. I am digging cutting and pasting paper and patterns and maybe, just maybe, I will go into print making or film or I will stay in this and do the story boarding part instead. With a minor in music performance. Aha.. a-HAH! What is a good way to spell that? No, for seriously, if you are in there, answer me. I am not feeling so hot about the Book of Random Folks or The Day My Flower Became a Movie Star. I’ve nothing else. Amir, yes, but I need to sell things. I need to sell cheeky things. Otherwise, I will have no money. The food rules here are such BS. Besides the food rules and Art History, I can dig it. There is also the people situation, but I can not go into that, as much as I would and should like to because that was the entire point of this whole thing. I was leading up to actual, factual eunowah. You would not believe How much crap I just restrained. Only it wasn’t crap. It was the good stuff and I did not have the snerve to eeew. I need a story to work with; something Halloweeny. I am actually going to hang out on Halloween this year. No church in my way. Maybe not right now, but tomorrow I would, no, ok, I would like right now to be tomorrow in freaking the ATL. Saturday, Saturday. I found a drum circle. I hope one of these college buses goes out to Tybee island. The beach, the dark, the people, and the beat all at once. It had better be damn good or I will get all weird on their behinds. You know who you are. There are about three of you. When you ever get down here, Friday night is bubble tea and apples to apples or scrabble night at the Metro, Saturday night is drum circle night on Tybee island (assuming it rocks and I can spell), and the time in between doesn’t matter to me as long as the wind is in my hair. Oh, there is a delicious Chinese place for lunch. I need money quick. There you have it. There is still shit inside of me, but I am not constipated, which is good. The end. End. Eht. End it.