shrikedyke

Senior party was excellent. I only had to pay for one of many yummy drinks. Best sangria I've ever had. And they kept the free tapas coming. Rachel won the raffle for the hour-long massage from a local spa, which made me all put-out and pouty. Until Hilary rubbed my neck for nearly an hour, rendering me a mushy puddle of goo. Wow, pouting really works. Note to self...
And how much do I love drunken ethical/conceptual art debates with Melody? GOD so much. I missed them. "No no no, see... You can still make it accessible. Accessible? Without, you know, compromising your artistic whatever. Integrity. Artistic integrity. Jes look at... Whas his name? He does the photos with the guy going like this [gesturing] and they're so good? Him. That guy. He's not elitist, izze?"

Melody and I are having art problems because Prof David is going through a personal crisis. So whenever we try to talk to him about our work, he gets all, "Why bother? Why make art at all? You try and you try it's just a.. just a.. commodity to them. I'm going to quit and be a graphic designer and make money. I spend more time on this computer than I do my lover, oh god..." Why isn't his collaborator helping him with this? I know not. But it's taking a toll on those of us who count on him, too.
Hm. Well I feel all scruffy so I think I'll cut this off now. Gah. Woo.