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my knee hurts, my side hurts, my dignity is damaged, i'm a mess. Mehh... how can a week start out so nicely and go so wrong? please do tell? Productivity has been excellent, worked in the studio about 7 hours each day, Left to my own devices i could spend months on a painting. I'll have to fix this dilemma though. The five projects that i had once started has now been reduced to 3. However, one is a series of 3 portraits. If you got a fish for the house you're all bastards and i hate you! but relax these wounds will mend with time and we shall once again be friends when i return from the netherlands.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were excellent. i was making steady progress on my painting. befriended two beautiful swedish girls and had shots of jagermeister while dancing to "just a little bit". What more could one ask for? Thursday and Friday were horrid, and now i'm in a vile loathesome state. First thing Thursday morning i recieved a 50 euro ticket for riding on the wrong side of the street. Then production slowed in the studio and after 8 hours of work the painting looked like shit! have you ever attempted to render reflective metal? it's hellishly complicated. My ipod delete all of my songs again... no radiohead, no rammestien, no tool.... No happiness was to found in thursday. Riding home i almost got hit by a car. y tire was 3 inches away from the front of a car. I've decided that i fucking hate bikes! you'll soon learn to hate bikes too my friends. Then when i arrived home i had kitched duty, meaning i had to clean the kitchen along with everyones refuse. meh. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that i'm going to destroy my ipod with a bat! ala office space. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta!
I'm an optimistic person and dont' like to dwell in the past, So i thought to myself friday can't be nearly as deplorabel as Thursday. O my friends, it was a deceptive day! Friday reserved it's vengance for the evening. Of course it was filled with more painting and bike riding. in the evening i decided to go out with some friends, on the bike ride to the center it started hailing. My face was being singed by the frigid cubes of ice that barraged me constantly. I proceeded to wipe my glasses clean so i could see properly, and the next thing i hear is screaming. I remove my hand from my glasses only to see anohter bike rider 7 feet in front of me. I broke madly but that did nothing to prevent a collision. Screaming in dutch ensued, incesant appolgies in english followed. The accident was pretty much my fault. I came out unharmed but shoudl have taken it as a sign to return home. hail and bike accidents fortell ominous things. Went to a couple of clubs had a little to drink. around my 6 beer i started feeling a tad intoxicated. But it was not all fun and giggles, instead it was more contemplative. I started looking around the place thinking about painting. In fact, how exactly i would go about rendering the dark smokey atmosphere. I came to the conclusion that color, value and light, were the keys. I had no one to discuss my revelations with, no dan, no raymie, not a soul to share in my artistic insights. Alas i decided around 3:30 it was time to head home. The hailed had been transmuted by the hand of god into snow. As i previously mention in another post, bikes and snow are a deathlt combitation. It was cold and i wanted to get home in hurry, i took the first turn to rapidly and fell on my back sliding for about 6 feet. It was actually rather amusing and enjoyable, slightly like the luge with a bike tangled between my legs. Again i wasn't physically hurt, just my pride. two accidents in one evening come on! Well the third time is a charm. Apparently the fall had dislodged my bike chain, and as i was riding on it slipped coming off the gears. i lost controll yet again, this time hitting my side on the curb and my knee on hard upon the pavemet. And now i sit here in pain writing this web log.
How are you all doing? Darin how did junior review go? is it spring break this week? Dan are you heading down to LA with mike and ama? if so you'll have to let me know how the show is. I finished Dune about a week ago. it was excellent. I now regret borrowing the the other books. hope to hear from you soon. I hate your fish!, no thats not true...i'm just disgruntled and need to take my anger out on something. I harbor no ill will towards your fish
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were excellent. i was making steady progress on my painting. befriended two beautiful swedish girls and had shots of jagermeister while dancing to "just a little bit". What more could one ask for? Thursday and Friday were horrid, and now i'm in a vile loathesome state. First thing Thursday morning i recieved a 50 euro ticket for riding on the wrong side of the street. Then production slowed in the studio and after 8 hours of work the painting looked like shit! have you ever attempted to render reflective metal? it's hellishly complicated. My ipod delete all of my songs again... no radiohead, no rammestien, no tool.... No happiness was to found in thursday. Riding home i almost got hit by a car. y tire was 3 inches away from the front of a car. I've decided that i fucking hate bikes! you'll soon learn to hate bikes too my friends. Then when i arrived home i had kitched duty, meaning i had to clean the kitchen along with everyones refuse. meh. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that i'm going to destroy my ipod with a bat! ala office space. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta!
I'm an optimistic person and dont' like to dwell in the past, So i thought to myself friday can't be nearly as deplorabel as Thursday. O my friends, it was a deceptive day! Friday reserved it's vengance for the evening. Of course it was filled with more painting and bike riding. in the evening i decided to go out with some friends, on the bike ride to the center it started hailing. My face was being singed by the frigid cubes of ice that barraged me constantly. I proceeded to wipe my glasses clean so i could see properly, and the next thing i hear is screaming. I remove my hand from my glasses only to see anohter bike rider 7 feet in front of me. I broke madly but that did nothing to prevent a collision. Screaming in dutch ensued, incesant appolgies in english followed. The accident was pretty much my fault. I came out unharmed but shoudl have taken it as a sign to return home. hail and bike accidents fortell ominous things. Went to a couple of clubs had a little to drink. around my 6 beer i started feeling a tad intoxicated. But it was not all fun and giggles, instead it was more contemplative. I started looking around the place thinking about painting. In fact, how exactly i would go about rendering the dark smokey atmosphere. I came to the conclusion that color, value and light, were the keys. I had no one to discuss my revelations with, no dan, no raymie, not a soul to share in my artistic insights. Alas i decided around 3:30 it was time to head home. The hailed had been transmuted by the hand of god into snow. As i previously mention in another post, bikes and snow are a deathlt combitation. It was cold and i wanted to get home in hurry, i took the first turn to rapidly and fell on my back sliding for about 6 feet. It was actually rather amusing and enjoyable, slightly like the luge with a bike tangled between my legs. Again i wasn't physically hurt, just my pride. two accidents in one evening come on! Well the third time is a charm. Apparently the fall had dislodged my bike chain, and as i was riding on it slipped coming off the gears. i lost controll yet again, this time hitting my side on the curb and my knee on hard upon the pavemet. And now i sit here in pain writing this web log.
How are you all doing? Darin how did junior review go? is it spring break this week? Dan are you heading down to LA with mike and ama? if so you'll have to let me know how the show is. I finished Dune about a week ago. it was excellent. I now regret borrowing the the other books. hope to hear from you soon. I hate your fish!, no thats not true...i'm just disgruntled and need to take my anger out on something. I harbor no ill will towards your fish
posted by nikko | 3:56 AM
1 Comments:
i'm sorry nikko. but the good news is, no icing of the wounds is necessary, for you can use fresh, organic packed snow from your very own backyard.
i'm sorry again, that was not in jest of your misfortune.
i think you should drink some tea and torch your ipod.
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