It's Christmas Eve and I have a migraine. It's kind of painful to use my brain, but I can't help but think of my dad and the migraines that kept us from Halloweens and Fourths of July and the windows I looked out of as I swore at my dad and fireworks and dressed up children and their obsessive, controlling moms, because they were put in cheer leading camp, and their drunken, negligent fathers, because they came to class bragging about breaking the glass coffee table with his camera when they were in a fight. Now I just curse my niece and nephew because they are difficult, like all children, and all I can do is ignore it until they grow up.

something's out to get me

car won't start
jump car in 8 degree frigid wind-racked cold
cancel plans to just to get home
hood of car SLAMS INTO WINDSHIELD ON THE HIGHWAY

rope (it was twine)
duct tape (wouldn't stick without sacrificing skin-warmth in deliberate application)
max (saves me once again!)

it's about time i start paying for all the fun i've been having, but if this turns out to be some final-destination shit piling up and i don't make it through the night, then i want you to know that everything i made was shit except for my friends and the arrangements of pictures on the wall, but it was worth it and i love you and i really don't hate my dad-he's the most genuine person i know.
don't ever ever lower your standards!

I AM NOT AFRAID OF COMPUTERS

ok so now i'm playing
and it's even harder to know when i'm right.


i just want everything to be made of paper and melt in the rain.

My decision to come to KU came after hours submerged in this image in the Architectural Record, forming the idea in my mind that all the boring architecture/engineering shit I was about to subject myself to might actually be worth it, if I could just do something as elegant and informed.

It's time to amass this semester's body of work, and I'm actually not disappointed. For the first time, I've managed to bring a degree of cohesion to my work (though I wouldn't dare issue a measure of strength) . . . . . ' .".'.". 'BOUT TIME! (i'd almost given up :[ )

i hope my mom likes the book of architectural photography i'm about to give her

brace yourself

always always

my head
my throat
my hands
lower back
front forehead
upper palette
fingers' nails

wood
steel
plastic
paint

Luke and Laura have supernatural powers.
I've been watching the art of Francis Bacon on tv for an hour.
honesty honesty honesty