Amazingly enough, this one is neither illegal
nor, well,
illegal. It's as yet untitled, although, it won't be named, Untitled.
It's on the walls of one of the school's life drawing classrooms. I asked about five people if I could do the mural; from the chair of Fine Arts, to the Chair of Foundations, the teachers that use the room, to the School's President himself. They were all down. I was practically ready to lock myself in the room one night, and just do up the mural on the sly. I really wanted to test what the school would tolerate, what I would need to actually get booted out.
The, "Hell Yeah, paint the wall!", came with a condition right from the mouth of the Devil himself: it has to be completely gone by this Thursday. The mural won't even be alive for an entire week.
I'm taking lots of pictures. Which I guess is alright, since how many great pieces of work have you, or anyone really seen in person? I feel creepy just thinking that I have never seen my favorite pieces.
This last weekend was fairly lame.
I hung out with Jack in the suburbs of Arvada. He dubbed me a copy of Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! which I haven't seen since Ryan Theodores was still basically my best friend and Mark Susca wasn't a highschool dropout turned owner of successful business guy. Long Time.
We talked abit about girls and how we
may have to wrangle out of our current relationships. I'm still on my bet that Jack
is going to break Megan's heart and it seems that this will be easy,
as Megan has fallen in love with Jack and Jack hasn't felt the same way as her.
Megan has been acting
incredibly weird, drinking too much and going through too too many weird incidents of freaking out.
The random Fuck I had a weekend ago has turned into, dare I say, the start of a relationship,
but I don't know on what ground I'm walking on.
The amount of common interests or even circle of friends is wafer thin.
While in bed late at night with her, I asked her why she was hanging out with me.
She answered with a, "The same reason you hang out with me".
I think I posed the question to clear this up. I don't want to get this little game going too far. Other than a personality I'm going
to tire of, there are other parts of her personality that I find... may risk my life in the near future.
Saturday, I saw Cremaster 4/5 completing the cycle for myself.
There's too much to write about the 9 hours I sat in the same theatres this past week. The funny thing is that I saw the movies with
one of the school's models. Afterwards, we went to get potato pancakes at a Perkins in Lakewood of all places. I experienced a
major case of deja vu, as we sat in the exact same booth in the same exact Perkins that I had sat in a few months before with
a girl I met at a poetry reading, only that time there was a Hermaphrodite comic sitting a few booths away.
