Another day, another three or four hours spent sitting at Satellite Coffee. We've pretty much resigned ourselves to the idea that we live here again. I rewrote my resume yesterday and am planning to go around looking for a job as soon as I can get copies printed and pull some work clothes together. We need to go up to the SSI office and transfer Johnny's information here before Ohio cuts him off. I'm planning to enroll in UNM for either a creative writing or fine arts degree (maybe both), I'm just waiting because I don't have money to pay the application fee. Honestly, I look forward to being back in school and I've been having a lot of fun making art and seeing all the people I missed while I was in Ohio, I just need to get a little more on the ball with making money and art and writing; sleeping until two in the afternoon is a great way to waste your life.
With less than five days until the art fair I've been scrambling to get things together. I've talked to other artists about setting up but I still feel like things are up in the air. Johnny has told everyone that we're grilling out, but he hasn't made any plans for it that I know of, so I don't know how we're going to buy food for it and that's if we can find a grill to borrow and haul it up to Free Radicals. Vick I'm not worried about because I've seen him turn out something like eight paintings in one sitting before, plus I've seen the stuff he's got left over from the last show we all did down by Holy Cow and it's some of his best work. Johnny only has two pieces, the big cyberpunk ones; those are awesome but I worry about not having enough small things. Stress, stress, stress.
On a more fun note, I've been germinating ideas for a movie I'd like to do in which a stripper is getting messages from god through the imprints of her menstrual blood on maxi-pads. I haven't written anything down for that one yet, but I did do some brainstorming awhile back on random movie ideas at an N/A Film Crew meeting that I can toss in. It's funny, when you've got a project on your mind it often seems like scenarios and bits of dialogue for it come up all the time in your daily life. Does anybody want to play a member of a menstrual-blood-feminist-stripper-religious-cult?
With less than five days until the art fair I've been scrambling to get things together. I've talked to other artists about setting up but I still feel like things are up in the air. Johnny has told everyone that we're grilling out, but he hasn't made any plans for it that I know of, so I don't know how we're going to buy food for it and that's if we can find a grill to borrow and haul it up to Free Radicals. Vick I'm not worried about because I've seen him turn out something like eight paintings in one sitting before, plus I've seen the stuff he's got left over from the last show we all did down by Holy Cow and it's some of his best work. Johnny only has two pieces, the big cyberpunk ones; those are awesome but I worry about not having enough small things. Stress, stress, stress.
On a more fun note, I've been germinating ideas for a movie I'd like to do in which a stripper is getting messages from god through the imprints of her menstrual blood on maxi-pads. I haven't written anything down for that one yet, but I did do some brainstorming awhile back on random movie ideas at an N/A Film Crew meeting that I can toss in. It's funny, when you've got a project on your mind it often seems like scenarios and bits of dialogue for it come up all the time in your daily life. Does anybody want to play a member of a menstrual-blood-feminist-stripper-religious-cult?
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