Gradually things are becoming more normal. I am becoming more used to this new reality I have created for myself (or was that fate.) Action is the cure for anxiety and I know that tomorrow night I will be in the air. The money is there. I can't afford my textbooks but three lives will be spared/improved. It's a cold, jaded perspective that comes from utilitarian ethics (abondoning my Kantian tendancies for the while as I attempt to live with my own decisions and repercussions). Sometimes I think I think too much. Impossible to ignore, the challenges of the day weigh in heavily on my subconsicous. This keyboard on the free computers at school sucks..

Art supplies were bought. Total: $350. Holy fuck. Just about as much as I need. I charged the supplies and demanded reimbursment from Mom. Its lke a low interest cash advance. Rent is due. I have no idea what' s going on with that Hopefully $900 will mysteriously appear in my account. We'll see what happens.

I went to Ozzfest for the second time in 3 days yesterday. I got to go inside and backstage. All access motherfucker. I met some of the guys from System of a Down (took their pic with my magazine in their hands). Saw Kelly and Zak (?) Osbourne. That was sort of surreal to sit across from Kelly eating the free mexican food. Michael Blackson and I attempted to get a photo-op with POD who must have misread Michael's inverted cross and thought we were some of the few Christians there. But then when they saw what our mag was alla bout, they de clined to endource it. "You got inverted corsses and pentagrams and stuff. No man, my people would not be down for that They'd trip a little." Ha! Almost got them. We would have ran POD through the ringer with that photo. Fuking christian metal. Blech. SOAD are an incredible live band. I was totally blown away.

I got a photo pass as well as was able to get in the photo for everyone but Ozzy. I shot three rolls of some excellant live bands. I am super stoked to see how the SOAD shots came out. I am the coolest. When I was 17, I showed my first concert shots to a family friend who has a darkroom. He was super impressed by my "eye." Those shots were Ron of FInal Conflict...oh my, how I've grown. I wsa up there in the pit with the big boys. I had a sweet camera and everything.

Today I did my first "official" painting. I was so much fun. I'd been denying myself one of my favorite pleasures lately. No time for painting nowadays. SO those few hours with a canvas and brush were very nice. My teacher asked if I had painted before and I said that I had experiemnted a bunch and painted for design classes but never anything "official." She was super impressed I guess painting has become one of my skills/gifts. I can't wait to hone and refine those skills. Fuck this keyboard. I'm going to Togo's on Campus and then to Typography. .(I turn in my first graphic design project of my academic carreer today. So gald I got it done, sort of.that's a whole other story.)

I end this now for fear of writing Shaya-length blogs.

All about:
Rob Zombie, the funniest metal motherfucker ever; Zap and Roger; Dune by Herbert (my new book)