Getting to the point where I can feel myself getting burnt out. Almost finished another experimental piece; just have to take care of the finishing touches. This one is made with different layers of glass as well, however I used more glass working techniques as opposed to just painting on the glass for the entire thing. I have a sheet of fused glass over top of cut papers, cut out of a painting, another layer of glass, and then on top are casted glass flowers. I'll be sure to photograph this one soon.
I still need to luster the flowers and glue it all together, but I am keeping it all apart for the crit for now to see what I may have to change.

Went to the water hole twice, the beach a few days before that, and ice creams all around. Though sunburnt, it sure was swell being able to escape the city for a bit. How easy it is to find solace-- only a 20 minute drive and you're neck deep in water, foliage and stone. Apart from the ice cream, I've also really have been thinking about my diet and how shitty it's been. Since being hit by the heat, I've been making a conscious effort lately to eat more fruits and vegetables and to hold off on the muffins and grease cart meals. After hating salads for so long, eating them again is actually really nice. I think I might already be seeing and feeling results. Beer doesn't count, by the way.

I've got quite a bit of work to do in time for finals over these next 2 weeks. Schematics and another self portrait/portrait for anatomy; finish shadow boxes from long ago, fix one of the experimentals I did, and do the cirque du soleil poster for pictorial foundation, cold work all of my glass stuff, study for italian for once, and print out everything for Typography.

Speaking of finals, it's the end of the fucking year. I'm going to be a junior, god damn it.
It's the end of the fucking year, and I still don't know my living situation, god damn it.
It's the end of the fucking year, and I'm probably/almost definitely going to be separated from one of my best friends, god damn it.
It's the end of the fucking year, and my boy might not be staying in Philadelphia, god damn it.
I don't have much time, especially seeing how fast life has passed by so far.
I know you read this shit, which can be a bother when I have something to say but don't actually want to bring it up in person. It's either something that is difficult to express or it doesn't even need to be said yet. But this is where I put my thoughts, and this has been eating away at me.

It's the end of the fucking year. It's the end of an era in my life, probably.
There is a chance the people I care for might stay but
I am very sad that we may part and rarely see each other again, because that is what happens when people are no longer tactile.


Wishing I had 5 beers and was hearing the clamor of bed sheets.