this is england.

11 am: Morning class is canceled, no where to be until 4. Molly has just made a large pot of coffee and cigarette butts from last night's party of three adorn every plate, ash tray, old cup and vase that has been abandoned within the last few days. records are homeless from one end of the room to the other, and molly, kevin, and i squeeze on the abused love seat built only for two. "I fucking love this movie." this is repeated all morning. It is not only beautiful and tragic, but it makes you want to be a lot of things. a little boy in rural england with silly sweaters and large trousers, for instance. something about this movie makes you want to fight, for everything and nothing in particular. it makes you want to riot in the streets, but also sing silly british songs and shoot tin cans in an empty field. Is it the sense of time and place that brings forth these conflicting emotions? the characters development from loneliness to a brotherhood that progresses into ugliness and loneliness once more? I am not sure, but I fucking love this movie.

scan-o-rama.

All my teachers are so against disorganization, but i like it. it makes every day a scavenger hunt! negatives are little presents in my giant claw machine of a life. here are a few of today's winnings...

the wild things are right outside your door.

it's like, when do you realize that a place ceased to be your home? maybe even a long time ago..

and maybe its time to find a new one?

or maybe you have but you don't know how to break it to yourself..

hold me tight and think of home.

home for my mothers 60th birthday. home is now such a bittersweet place.

sure missed my nieces and nephews though.

good thing i am a photographer. shoulda taken a picture of the one austin drew of me, basically a smiley face with a septum ring. going to lacma on tuesday to see the Baldessari show. if only the weirdness in my life could inspire something... anything!

later, skaters.

maybe tomorrow..

as of late this is how we drink greyhounds. big and fast. i spend most of my nights watching movie trailers but the only movies i ever see are rated PG. summer makes me miss some certain people more than any other time of the year. so i start listening to stupid bands and stupid songs and really i just need to listen to more rock n roll.

also i should be doing artsy things and trying to make money. but when i dont know what i want it is very hard to focus on new things. even worse when i can't get what i want. which is more the case here. this summer started out really fun, now i feel kinda let down by it.

time to hop on the greyhound to anywhere!

PS:

this fourth of july you will find me dancing to da funk in chinatown. PREtty patriotic, i know.

ropey puppy?