Yipee. Kakauwi ko lang.
I have house keys. Illegal. Promise next time uuwi na ko maayos, legally. Pero had fun xe e.
I WANNA JAM. DEAR BAND, LOVE YOU. Ewan... enjoy kasi e. Maski amateurs. Well, ako oo.
Chep ang ganda ng cam mo! upload as soon as possible!
As always. Undrunk.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Yipee. Kakauwi ko lang.
Friday, November 28, 2008
I had to cut part 1 short to save you, my lovely avid readers, from boredom. But again I go.
Friday is plate day and unless I'm invited out, I'll be staying home and be all academic. You've no idea how much school work I missed because of what Gel jologz-ly calls "kaka-goodtime".
Well, she isnt't really wroooong, is she?
Nica on the other hand tells me to get God as a boyfriend and start being all goody already.
In other words, people are starting to get concerned.
And I am sooo late in realizing that they are.
The wake-up call?
1. 2 more absences I'm failing Ad Design. (I don't like addes much right now, though.)
3. Some guy who we shall be anonimizing with the penname "Jonh" asked me if life is treating me well enough and why am I not being dragged around by the usual girls I surround myself with.
4. I forgot to count. Tignan niyo ^ walang #2.
5. PD. CFD.
I am not turning my PC on til I'm done with work. Some people are sucked in their bed like some scientifically unexplained vortex... and Richard does that to me. I am, have been, always will be, in love with you.
Richard is the crappiest laptop in class. Gel used to have the crappies one, pero hightech na cia ngaun. Me, I'm using the never wading Mr.R.
You know how I see it?
You know how it no longer matters how faded by time mobile phones are? The more vintage-ous (uy imbento term), the better? That's how this laptop is.
Maski na kinakain na cia ng virus, sumusuka na na din cia ng virus, isa isa ng natatanggal mga keys nia sa keyboard, gasgas niya sadya kuno, springy na ung monitor, di na cia sensitive sa usb devices, at madalas na ciang mas sabog pa skin.. MAHAL NA MAHAL KO PA DIN TO. Antique to e.
Friday is now officially plate day.
I woke up at 11am and started working. Cutting, painting, conceptualizing... etc etc the works.
I am still late for everything. Late for CFD. Late for PD. But well, I dont mind the tardy. I just hate submitting crappy works.
Im late for school too every single day. Angels, help. :(
THE PD Plate is pretty. Ok lng. People would possibly like it. A bit impressive. But I don't like it. I did my best, I did. Still, bad composition. Oh well.. atleast the mojo is back.
This is the the third night I won't be sleeping. I've been comsuiming salvation (Starbucks Venti Hot Mocha) (uhhh. Pacool o. Sbux pre! lol.) for two night straight. When I asked my mom for another one because ill be pulling an all-nighter, she said "Tangina! Magtimpla na nalang kaya!"
Fine. She didn't really say that... but the content is very similar.
Yours truly is strictly an FX girl. But since I waited all morning at E-rod... with a bag weighing half my body mass strapped on me, I've decided to take the jeep. Yeah! After 30 mins I've decided to take the jeep. It was ok. It's morning anyway. And people smell pretty in the am.
Therefore, I've finally made up this practical rule I should've promulgated two years ago to take the jeep if life's being shit transportion-wise.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Personal Assignment: Express how you feel at the very moment in the most poetic fashion you can possibly...uhh.. express.
Brittle nails are painted this orangish red
Feel the keys on these fingertips
No sensation must be left unsaid
Yet these churning thoughts I better keep
Passion is poetry in prose
But stringing words is such a feat
Shallow words are better than those
Empty excerpts I claim as shit.
Interpratation: Hindi ko natulog. Ang cute ng nail polish ko oh! Maski sirasira na. Yipeee! At TWG ako ulit maski bano na ko. At judgemental ako sa ibang writers. Buwahahahhaa.
Alam kong bibitaying yang "poem" ba yan sa TWG.
THOMASIAN WRITER'S GUILD, my friends!
Naaalala niyo ba yun? Naalala niyo ba nung July-August 2006?
Alam kong bibitayin ako dito PERO I DONT CARE.
P.S. Salamat ng sobra kay George and Issa. Gusto ko tawaging ate si Issa kasi parang.. basta feel ko kaylangan. Pero unfair naman kasi 18 palang si Geoerge. WAHHAHAHAHA. Ay 19 na pala pero di kasi nagpainom.
Tangina ang immature kooooo.
Your perslab, Macci.
P.S. Baka pag-inulit ulit ko to maicp mo na mature ko.
OO SABAW AKO. GUTOM NA KO. DI KO PA TAPOS PD! At kung anu anu na plano ko sa buhay ko. Pero nag-enjoy tlga ko sa pagpuyat ngayon.
I am in the middle of doing my PD plate. 36 hours overdue and 40% executed. I promised myself I wont go online.. but here I am, pouring redundant thoughts.
Iba talaga kapag napamahal ka na. Who would've thought?
Blurry noh. Siyempre, alam nio naman na may sense of mystery tong kalokohang blog na to e. Dahil duwag naman talaga ako e.
Speaking of duwag. Uh-huh. You are. You always were. :)
Pero anu magagawa ko. Masaya ko e. And okay na e. Hallelujah e.
Besudesm parepareho lng tayo. Duwag. Tao. Emo. Hahahaha.
Namiss ko ang magpuyat for a reason, not just because my mind is being abnormally overactive. Starbucks soy-based warm mocha. Definitely not decafenaited.
I love you sweetheart ko.
I know I should be writing bit more conscious and professional now because of TWG... more on that on the next post. I am sabaw na.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Excerpt from one of the best writers I know personally. The content, pare.
"rant (babala puro mura NAKAKATAMAD DIN BASAHIN.) Nov 22, '08 1:42 PM
for Bruce's contacts
tungkol sa cfad.
isang malaking PUTANGINA para sa administrasyon na nagpapalakad sa kolehiyo ng fine arts sa uste.
isang napakalaking WALANG KWENTA ng namumuno sa PUTANGINANG administrasyon na humahawak ngayon sa kolehiyo ng fine arts sa uste.
tangina ng DEAN.
tangina ng putanginang PARI
at isang gitnang daliri para sa lahat ng sumusuporta sakanilang dalawa.
ANG CFAD WEEK AY PARA SA MGA TAO SA CFAD.
KASAMA ANG MGA SUMUSUNOD:
-ANG PINAKAMAHAHALAGANG ESTUDYANTE
-MGA STAFF NG KUNG ANO ANONG BRANCH NG CFAD
-AT KAHIT SINO PA.
ITO AY NAGMIMISTULANG PAMBAWI PARA SA MASASAKLAP NA GABING GUMAGAWA NG PLATE NA PINAPAGAWA NG ISANG PROPESOR NA WALA NAMANG ITINUTURO PERO KUNG MAKAPAGPAGAWA NG PLATE E KALA MO KUNG SINONG NAGLELECTURE NA KAINTI-INTINDI.
ITO AY ENTERTAINMENT, PARA KAHIT ONTING PANAHON MALIMUTAN NAMING MGA ESTUDYANTE YUNG STRESS NA NARARAMDAMAN NAMIN AT YUNG PRESSURE NA IPINAPATONG SA MGA ULO NAMIN.
ANG CFAD WEEK AY PARA SA CFAD. HINDI PARA SA ISANG TAO.
ITO AY PARA SA ATING LAHAT NA MAY KAKAYAHANG BUMUO NG ART.
NA MAY KAKAYAHANG MANGONSEPTO O GUMAWA NG KAKAIBANG BAGAY MULA SA MGA ORDINARYONG BAGAY
ITO AY PARA SA LAHAT.
YUNG NAKASANAYAN NANG CFAD WEEK NUNG MGA OLD STUDENTS YUNG MASAYA, YUNG MADAMING ACTIVITIES, YUNG MADAMING GINAGAWA, YUNG BONGGA, YUNG MAGMIMISTULANG HINDI TOTOO DAHIL NGA CFAD TAYO, AT TAYONG MGA CFAD AY KAKAIBA KUNG MAG ISIP. OUT OF THE BOX PALAGI. KUNG MINSAN OUT OF THIS WORLD.
kung sino pa yung dapat na nagmumulat at nagtuturo satin kung pano iimprove yung kakayahan nating magisip na gumawa ng mga bagay na kakaiba e, yun pa yung mga taong nagmimistulang mga pabigat sa atin.
nagkandaleche leche yung cfad week dahil sa administrasyon.
eto mga nalaman ko HINDI TO ACCURATE. PAKI TANONG NALANG YUNG MGA NASA SC KUNG TOTOO BA NAKUHA KO LANG TO SA NAPAKAMAPAPAGKATIWALAANG SOURCE:
kaya walang tugtugan nung mga nakaraang araw, na dapat sana kung may kwenta yung cfad week e araw araw from 1pm-9pm may tumutugtog na mga banda galing cfad, e dahil sabi daw ng admin "NONSENSE". TANGINA NILA.
isa pang kaululan.
yung masayang cfad week intramurals, underground, kase di pinayagan ng administrasyon. ANAK NG PUTA TALAGA. pati athletics.
isa pa ulit.
kaya walang booths, o tindahan sa loob ng uste, yung mga nakikita nyong cantonese bla bla, yung binibilhan ng pagkain sa tabi ng pav, yung mga nagbebenta ng kung ano ano sa tabi ng pav. e dahil pinatanggal nung hayop na pari. PARA SAN? ngayon, dahil may kontratang pinirmahan yung mga yun, nagkaroon ng malaking utang yung CFAD SC sa kanila. DAHIL PINATANGGAL NG PARI. TANGINA KA PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH.
di ko na sasabihin pa yung iba, yan nalang. yan kase yung medyo issue e.
MADAMING ACTIVITIES ANG HINDI INAPPROVE NG ADMINISTRATION.
estudyante tayo, may karapatan tayo para sa kaunting kaligayahang nakalaan para sa CFAD WEEK. dahil tayo ay cfad, yun ay ating linggo.
pero bat hinahadlangan ng mga kumag at buwayang mga hayop na yan?
bat nila kailangang pumapel?
bat nila kailangang MANGDIKTA?
BAT KAILANGANG HADLANGAN NG MAPANGDIKTA NILANG MGA GAWAIN YUNG MGA DAPAT SANANG IKINALILIGAYA NATEN?
TANGINA ANG BULOK BULOK NA NGA NG BUILDING E.
BULOK NA UPUAN
BULOK NA PASILIDAD
BULOK NA AIRCON
BULOK NA PROPESOR
BULOK NA MGA LAMESA
MUKANG PUBLIC SA SIKSIKAN NA MGA CLASSROOMS
PATI PAMAMALAKAD BULOK DIN.
REVOLUTION. REVOLUTION. REVOLUTION.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Okay. Im not going to sleep. This is what will happen. I'm prepping up for school at 5am, then I'll be at school at 7. I have an hour to kill, which I will probably use for Fashion Design. Im paying nici's 100php! Finally! I hate borrowing money, ugh.
My biology is wasted. I popped my first ever ever ever v tonight (im sorry to disappoint you friends and family), buuut turns out I just drunk no-drowse decolgen. So that just means I am now completely wasted. Disorriented. My body will be detoriorating soon.
I am in no posession of legal intimacy. It's so poetic that it's quizical. Legal intimacy. Legal intimacy.
You can ask for it, it's just like the Vs... or any other form of drugs. Its something you just have to look for, and if you really want it you'll have it.
That is so not the point, though. The point is I'm still awake at 3:23 and my mind has fearlessly wandered all the options of teen-age life as an artist. It's the art in the mess, chaos, and ruins.
All that and you have to keep your self sane for college. And for your damn no longer squeeky clean, but fortunately clean nonetheless, reputation.
Ice Cream is for the heartbroken. Dearest dear dear, I love you. We've always been like this, but we somehow get through stuff. LQ is LQ, but the L in LQ prevails! Woohoo! Hanep!
Olats, pare.. I sound like some potbelly-ed drunkard, I know. But oh well.. richish.
Lol lol lol. This sounds so malisyoso. Huwahahah.
10 minutes to 1am.
There's nothing to write about.
There's nothing to think about.
EVERYONE PLEASE STOP BLOG LEAVING AND ENTERTAIN ME!
Dearest. Do you still love me. :( Sorry na. Hanggang ngayon di pa din nagsisink-in. So ayun. Go. Diba? Im sorry. Kausapin mo na ko. -Jr.
Friday, November 21, 2008
The best of Arcadedrifter.blogspot... well an excerpt of one of the best. You should do more reviews like this, yknow.
"...In other news, Fine Arts week in uni is sucking to high hell. Students blame admin, admin blames students, and every other person is blaming the head of the college (not the dean, let's call him The Rectum.) So, the past head of the college was actually a pretty cool guy, but he passed away, and this new jerk came to power and became The Rectum. Since his establishment, it feels as if he's out to make us unnecessarily miserable; Suddenly throwing major restrictions on what liberties we could take with the uniform(personally, I find being forced to wear dress shoes in a flood-prone area retarded. Otherwise, I'm used to it, I went to a catholic boy's school for fourteen years.), Slowly degrading the fun factor of our fine arts week, and from what I've heard, he's a generally disagreeable piece of crud to most students.
I know I keep bringing this up, but I sincerely thought that The Rectum was trouble ever since he decided to ask that particular professor to 'politely leave'. That was total bullshit, and we all know it. The security guards were causing unnecessary hassle, and I'll admit, Sir's reaction was less than professional, but the fact that The Rectum was willing to let go of talent like that... not to mention, he didn't blink an eye when two more of the professors, good ones at that, left in protest... well, I guessed it wast just going to get worse, and it surely has..."
And yeah.. he writes waaayy better than I do. As always. Read more: arcadedrifter.blogspot.com.
6 hours ago I was so fucckingly sick. As in. I can't remember being so pissed off at being sick than that. So that's how being sick feels like.
Growing up lessens the charm of sickness. You used to get pampered up when you're sick, and you get an extra special everything. You don't even have to eat dinner when you're sick.. and you pretend to be sicker than you really are for the sake of sympathy.
Then you grow up. And when you do, being sick means you don't feel well. T_T At all.
Sweetheart, what happened to this?
Strength is the ability to make great changes despite the consequences.
Strength is the ability to adapt to changes.
Strength is positive thinking inspite of challenges and difficulties.
Strength is grace under pressure.
Strength is calmness.
Strength is being able to think straight and proper.
Strength is accepting blame and keeping an open mind.
Strength is kindness.
Strength is an outlook that makes things better instead of bleak.
Strength is standing up.
Strength is living under correct principles.
Strength is betterness for others and for yourself.
Strength is finding happiness.
Remember when I used to post cryptic entries months ago? Well, I can't understand a word of it now. o_O
I need a haircut. AS IN. AS IN AS IN AS IN AS IN! My hair is in a stage where it needs... a haircut! As in!
BUUUT... I'm waiting 'til december. Mid-december? End of december?
Haircuts can be rather scary, you know. You don't really know what you'll look like when you get out of the salon. Scaaarrryyyy...
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Just to keep you guys entertained.
HUWAHAHAHAH HUWAHAHAHAH HUWAHAHAHA!!
Well, actually... nung isang araw ko pa napanuod yan at hindi na siya ganun kaeffectiv.
Again. Told you it's around.
So anyway, I've been keeping it quiet but I am involved with some trial band with some guys I know. It's nothing really. I just tried it, and frankly, I enjoy it. Thing is, I kill too much time on the studio just hanging out. I go home too late. My alcohol rate has increased threefold. Fine, it's not really the band's fault... But I just think I won't be pushing through with it anymore. I mean, my vocals suck. I don't think I can actually BE a band girl anyway.
I mean the people are great. They're funny and spontaneous and extremely laidback... there's charm in that. And I get along well with most people... so why not right?
Gawd. I don't even know why I'm ranting here.
So far, I am sooo behind. Everyone's at the peak of theire works and I'm just starting out. Damn.
Is the DL-power wearing off this quickly. (Oh yeah, it already has.)
Am I doing everything in my power to pull my grades up? Am I, ack ack ack, being mediocre?
Seriously.. help. I need a lot of push right now. Please. I need you to show me that I'm sooo far behind and that I have to start working already.
The perfect solution to DL-dom: Stay home with nothing interesting to do aside from photoshop, sketching, and conceptualizing. Enough socializing, you social climbing bitch! Stay home and remind yourself that life is not all fun and games... Life's more of torturing youreself to work.
Semi-Perfect working situation:
Chatting with plate at hand.
Ipod on and working in class.
Painting while gossiping.
I don't lie. I do my bestest in the world never to lie. To my friends, to my parents, and to myself. Especially the self part, because the best way to fix yourself is to know what to fix anyway. Not that I'm very good at fixing myself. I'm not good with memorizing either, so excuse making is not my forte. Why depend on a fictional statement when you can manipulate the truth without lying.
I, however, do keep secrets. And play pranks. A lot.
But I don't lie.
Disclaimer: As much as I can.
That was harsh, I know. And well it's not exactly closure. You're around there roaming and its just over with. I tried other ways, but it nothing works as well as this.
That was perfection to the core. Perfect perfect perfect. Sigh.
And That was x months overdue. Relief. The greatest weight has been liften from my ribs and I can breathe again. And live again.
Friday, November 14, 2008
I am sick.
As Timbay says, it's flu season. It's going around. It's either you're sick, or your seatmate is. A third of the biosphere population is suffering from cough, cold, snottiness, bangag-ness, grouchyness and phlegm.
I don't feel so good.
Macci: ...Hindi naman kasi ako ung tipo ng tao na masalita e.
Random other people updates:
1. Marina likes RJ. La lala lala la.
2. Nica is still kulot.
3. Bryski is career mode moveiewatching-wise
4. Mel is hard to draw caricature wise
5. Adtu is green for the fashion show. Ugh. Green. I wish we did the stereotype themes instead.
6. Adtu loves Ma'am Nady lectures
7. Bombee is not takda, he is bakla.
8. Geno is very much missed still
9. Pepz does the invites
10. Kit not blogging enough
11. Khan is MIA
*Nakalimutan ko na lahat ng dapat isulat*
90 miles outside chicago can't stop driving, I don't know why...
Someday, when I'm awfully lone...
I miss you. Good night.
"*Insert quote I forgot here*"
Big kiss. Big hug.
Im still speechless... as always.
Dead na dead. Lol.
...Next! It wouldn't have worked. I miss you, dimples. What is time?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
To my dearest belovedest FIREFOX,
I missed you so baddy bad. Kissy kiss. Hug hug.
Finally. Back again to the perfect tabs, favorites, search histories, links, speed, etc. No more unavailable sites and uncatchy layouts. Whatevetevetever.
THE BIRTHDAY BOX HAS ARRIVED!
Can't find the dollars. Found 2 issues of Allure instead. And 3 new pair of chucks. And fancy fakes I'll never wear. You can't have it all.
To my lovely friends who knew any history about me... Maybe its not what I attract. Maybe people in general really go psycho when they like someone? Wachathink?
Too too too bad.
OMG NATUPAD UNG GREATEST FEAR KO EVER. NA PAPERCUT AKO SA WRIST........... T_T HINDI AKO MAKAHINGA NGAUN. ANG PAPANSIN KO DAHIL BINOBLOG KO PA! SHEEETTT... NAKAKAKILABOT. PAKSHET! GUSTO KO NA UMIYAK. FJSHFKSJHFKSJHKJSDKJSVKBSDGHDSJKBKJSFGHBDFSGa
You wait for what ranges from 5mins to 15 mins to an hour for a message not more than a hundred characters. The anticipation is awful. And you always have to check your phone for updates.
Then technical misfits (e.g. signal, battery, networks, dysfunctional keypad...)
I know I used to complain that I barely get to text anyone and I just realized why I dont. The fucking anticipation is hell.
My worst habit in the world is hitting the snooze button on everything. Waking up. Doing work.
My second worst habit is / has been cutting my hair.
The third worst would be chasing the crush away.
To Do List
-PD Research: a.size b.design reference
-Photo: (Ad Reproduction) a.Submit ref b.Take photo
-Fashion: (Ways and Means) Make calls for sponsorship
-Ad Des: a.Render b.9 boxes comic strip
-Fashion: 4 figures of sports apparel
-Find 400D charger
-Find your Mocha Pink blusher
-Buy Jas's stud belt
-Replenish funds (e.g. You are broke do something about it)
-Band record whatevevevs.
Manong Guard took my ID because I was wearing denim jeans to school. Black semi-denim jeans which didn't use to be a big deal back then...
It isn's to bad really.. since it's always been a bit of an issue and I've never really done anything to legalize my schoolwear. (They said they won't let me in beato wearing those jeans, so I got a new cotton-ish pair from Bench. Sadly, cotton-ish does not count as slacks. Fucker.)
So now.... I guess I'll be actually buying the offial CFAD slacks which may absolutely do nothing for me. :( And what the fuck am I going to do with the previous five pairs I've purchased solely for school use!??!
Oh. And I'm still kinda broke.
Nica's hair is kulot and she was able to conceal it from us for THREE FUCKING YEARS! And she went around all day showing off her glory of curls.
Then I cut it. Now it's all pretty and layered at the back. Well, hopefully it is... We'll find out after she wash her hair.
Anyhows,:D Yihee. The tandem called Macci and Anypairoffunctionalscissors is on again.
Pauline's back home and I still haven't talked to her. Sucks. If life were perfect, I'd have brought her to Terrance's on Saturday night. But I have an earlier affair to attend to... so there we go. My bestfriend still don't know my college friends. PAU WHERE ARE YOU?
Oh and yeah, if life were perfect, I'd have my ID back and I can go to school in my pair of black non-denim/non-slacks jeans.
Since, as it turns out, there's a chance you might be reading this...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
The thing is, my idea of sport is stretching. Uhhuh. And I don't excel in it. I can't even fucking reach my toes without that anguish pain on my tendons. Scratch that. I don't know what tendons are.
Me and my friends got this Friendship Notebooks. 6 miniature-ish notebooks with pretty pretty and expensive looking desighs. Well, despite the classiness, it's still immature to have friendship notebooks. Especially now that we are in our third year of college. AND WE HAVE A FRIEND AGED 20 (uhh.. Gel)!
Mine says "Happy Memorial Sky". Aaaandd.. despite the classiness, the captions are reminiscent of dysfunctional korean dvd subtitle. Don't let me get into the other girl's captions.
Moving on (again).
I want flash for my 400d. I want the flash so that I can use the pretty diffuser! (I am so absolutely lame.)
I want lenses too.
Moving on (FOR THE LAST TIME)
They coined the term "old school" and the world became a better place. Old stuff aren't just "old"... they are "old school". Totally tacky songs from 90s and beyond are oldschool. Shouldpads are old school. The monstrous look I had from my past is old school. And monstrous.
I finally had my bedsheets changed after over 2 months. Or more. I'm not telling.
AND IT FEELS SOO DIVINE!
I know the sheets are not in sync with each other, but wtf. It's so nice to sleep in.
And btw, I'm like totally broke. So broke that I'm in debt. I'm working on raising my allowance, I am, but it's not working very well because I am under parental probation. A.k.a. nagpapagoodshot.
The previous statement follows that I will be having a week-long alcohol fasting. Well, it doesn't start today, mind you. 2nd week of the school year.
So, what's up with me?
1. Under Parental Probation due to going home smelling like smoke and bottle of beers. Not once, not twice, not thrice... get the idea yet?
2. I do not have new clothes. At all. I've been recycling.
3. My insomnia is a wee bit better because I still do the fake yoga before sleeping, and because of the 'divine' bedsheets.
4. I have somewhere to go to tomorrow night, but I have respectively Php-150 and no savings. See the negative sign (-)? I've yet to figure out how to survive school tomorrow! Or go to school at that.
5. I firmly believe that I am undoubtedy kicked out from the DL list and the only way to get my name there is via some divine intervention. Which does not really happen in real life. If I were in some tacky movie or book, I'd find my name there "unexpectedly"... but what am I saying? Life's not perfect... can you see that I'm short. In more ways than one.
6. I think I lost a pound or two. No big deal. Atleast I still look properly malnourished.
7. HOWEVER DUE TO ALL THE MISFORTUNES PRESENTED, I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY. Which is totally weird. And I think the yoga-ish did it!
8. I haven't smoked for x days. Well, that isn't very extreme an event... but the fact that I've been surrounded by my lovely friends who smoke all those x days gives it more meaning than, well, me staying home andnot having a stick in sight. Peer pressure begone.
9. We miss Geno. Correction. WE NEED GENO! This is his idea of the perfect semester. T_T Fashion. Photography. Caricatures. Fashion Show. Fashion. Fashion. Fashion. WHERE ARE YOU? YOU'VE BEEN M-I-A FOREVER! We can't stop thinking about you!!!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
I might as well as figure out the schedule on my blog for public purposes :)
Monday 7-12 Ad Design
Tuesday 7-12 Photography | 5-9 Package Design
Wednesday 12-4 Fashion
Thursday 7-12 Ad Design | 12-4 Life Painting | 6-9 Ad Prac
Saturday 8-11 Art Ap? | 12-3 Pro Ethics | 3-6 Psychology
Lalalalalalalalala. Sigh. *Smile*