i wrote a story today on scraps left from my sketchbook.
my design prof, Greig, brought an old microwave into the studio for us to use, we were grateful.
a weight was lifted off my shoulders today, i was grateful.
my brother's plane took off at 2 pm today, i was accepting.
i drank apple tea and sat at the drafting table, looked to Amanda and said,
"was it the chinese who invented tea?"
"i'm not sure"
"... i dunno, i was just thinking"
"oh, i thought you were asking for an assignment, i don't want to give you wrong facts"
"yeah, no, i was just thinking. i think it was the chinese.."

and then i say, "well thank God for tea."

silence befell us, and 30 seconds later i say,
"you know, tea is like cigarettes for me, although i do smoke occassionally, it's like when something goes wrong, tea seems to make everything better"
"i know what you mean. i think i might have tea when i get home.. i'm excited just thinking about it"

in art, i handed in my portfolio and sketchbook, after i added a few more gesture drawings of the bustling students in my class.

i skipped philosophy because i didn't feel like leaving the cocoon that the studio has become for me.

in design, he told us we had a work period for our portfolio's. since mine and a few others were done, we signed them in and left. he didn't even introduce project 5, what a relief, because in art she gave us homework to go buy 3 pears and sketch them.

i've downloaded Skype, finally. and Andy Warhol's film named "Kiss" has finished downloading and it's everything i expected it to be. 54 minutes of random couples kissing.

Daniel's in the sky