Forgive us father.

After the first week of school- although I would like to complain, I shouldn't.

It's going to be a really, really, hard semester, but its going to be a HUGE learning experience. I made a friend who is in both my Printmaking and Painting I class, his name is Milton. His hip-ness is worlds beyond me, but he seems cynical enough to be a good studio pal. My Painting I teacher is AWESOME, he is a 52 year old Native American guy who is just so utterly passionate about art and just learning and putting your whole soul into a work, its really enlightening and he is just oh so cute of an old man. My six hour Sculpture class is going to rule, I thought it would be brutal, but its going to be the shit, my teacher is actually conducting her first Sculpture class at Metro with us, and she is young, excited, and has great energy. She is going to make that class great for me, I just know it. Not mention that we get to play with bansaws, grinders, sanders, and table saws.

Teresa and I have been attached at the hip the past few weeks. Its been fun, we gloat in our vanity and go out and just be college kids and not give a damn. I think I really need that in my life, especially right now. Tonight we are going to Beta for some scene trash night. It should be fun.

I have been having recurring nightmares about my guinea pigs. It's a bit scary. In one dream Raheem killed Kweli. In the other dreams the guineas find females and mate and I fucking freak out in the dream. I may or may not be losing my mind.