My roommate had a friend over

Her: Oh wow, those are really good paintings, did someone draw them?
Me: I made them.
Her: They really make a statement!
Me: Thanks! Do you want to buy one?
Everyone: HAHAHAHAHA
Me: HAHAHHA
Everyone:
Me: No srsly

We were discussing how to get over artist’s block in seminar today and

Steph: What about you, Tess?
Me: I drink

Lowkey scribbling sigils in art seminar
I hate this class
i did however meet one of my favorite ceramic artists even though I was too shy to actually talk to him so I guess it evens out

We’re reading “Art and Fear” by Ted Orland for my seminar class, and while I wholeheartedly agree with most of the larger sentiments of the book (Basically, art is terrifying, you are terrified, we are all terrified), he really rubs me the wrong way in his more specific sections. He wants to seem loftier than he is, and seems to be writing from a very jaded yet not very wise old man’s view of the artistic world

Get your shit together, Orland.

Lowkey want to do artistic semi-nude portraits of myself for my independent study this spring

Highkey don’t want my professor to see that shit

My throat hurts again. Please don’t let me be relapsing

Do you ever have dreams where you wake up and you can’t breathe

There’s this place I love in Queens and it is so cute but the fact that it is cheaper than the bay area makes me think that someone was violently murdered there and now it’s haunted and that’s why its so cheap.

My roommate finally met my favorite professor

Roommate: I forgot to tell you, I had an advising appointment with (hot art professor) yesterday; now I understand his appeal
Me: Whoohooo…! He’s like…he LOOKS spicy, but he talks like soothing vanilla custard, and it’s totally calming, isn’t it?
Me: Hot dad syndrome.
Roommate: Vanilla custard yes. yes indeed. Yes please.