Today just may be the most tiring day all semester for me. Home is calling. And it's scary, cause I'm starting not to care. Same thing happened last semester. I gave up two weeks too soon. Suzie and I drove to the mall today so that I could do my performance piece for IPC.
But I couldn't do it.
I've had enough of being the fool.
So we left.
Holy cow.
For my final in Digital two, I am going to print these babies off, throw paint on them and sew um together as a collage. I feel like my mom, whipping together supper out of leftovers from the fridge. She would always say, "Anything is good with cheese on it." So I guess I see it as, "Anything is good with paint on it."
Love you ma.
