Art School

I've decided that I officially have to go to art school to ever be happy and content and not regret things in my life and be a master of the arts. Or at least really really try. It needs to be free though, so possibly I'll move to California and be a resident for two years.
So there's that.

MYLKSHAYKESSS

DELICIOUS

Into the Minds of 7-11 Employees

What makes that special breed of mostly NJ citizens tick...those strange specimens who work the nightshift at the local 7-11s?

Seriously now. I have had a countless number of strange encounters with these people, to the point where I would not dare enter a 7-11 alone ever...even during daylight hours. I should start chronicling these in a blog entitled SketchSteph7-11s...we'll see about it.

So anyway:

Tonight's incident concerned a worker who felt it wasn't rude in any way to interrupt a private conversation I was having with a friend (about his 20-year old friend who is dating a child of only 16 years...yes, still in diapers). Whatever. The guy was like 60 and pretty much a freak because he kept running around saying "Oh, well I'm 14, I'm not 16 I'm 14." Ummm...what!? The pretty girl buying 1% milk probably thought there was something wrong with me. Needless to say: she was not amused. Whatever.
And it couldn't end there. Of course. He went on to tell the friend I was with, who has blessed this earth for just over 21 years now, that the friend was actually only 12. Which is just so absurd and like, borderline creepy? Because. Because.
I JUST DIDN'T GET THE JOKE OKAY.

So how interesting are these 7-11 employees (and by interesting I pretty much mean very creepy)? So so interesting.

I think I'll start going late at night more so I can have more stories which will easily best the story I just told. It was a lot more sensational when living it.



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Slovenly

All I ask is that those whom I share space with are not complete slobs.

BUMMED.OUT.

I have been miserably sick for the last 48-hours, but it's a feverless/no throwing up sickness so it sounds stupid and lame when I talk about it.
Last night it plagued me at 1:43 AM and the again at 5 something AM, and then it woke me up at 8:07AM, before my alarm clock was set to go off.
What a bitch disease full of discomforts.

So this illness entails just a generally horrible throbbing headache that is relentless and won't go away despite the generic brand ibuprofen i have been ingesting and a sore throat which is the worst because it makes breathing,talking,eating,and drinking painful...and uhh these are life necessities.

Basically, I've been miserable and whiny all day (because I already hate fucking Tuesdays). And to top everything off, I hit my head like a dolt in my sculpture class. Like one of those, UH HELLO IS MY SKULL STILL INTACT?! type hitting of heads...MISERY.
Now my eyes are dry from the heat the worst case of acne I've had in years, but I'll stop being a Debbie Downer and cozy up with the book I'm reading (Brisingr...read it!).





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FEATHERBED

I got my new featherbed. IT'S GREAT. For the past week I've been falling asleep, thinking..."This is comfortable, but when my new featherbed comes in it's gonna' be even better."

Well I must be a psychic because it is. It's so much better and my bed looks about 3 inches taller (because it technically is now...3 inches taller of COMFORT) and perfect.

In other news, I'm getting my picture taken for the school paper for being Artist of the Week. So that's nice.





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PS-

My canceled Mad Science class was replaced with a new one!!
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