prestently listening to:weezer, pinkerton..."holey sweet god damn, oh lets go jello in the basement!"

intentions to: GO TO MY FAVORITE PLACE EVER! THE DMV!!!

soberity level: i need a fix. i don't what kind of fix, but i need it fast.

so i finished the painting for my art class. i brought it to class today. i broke it out and the other students Oooed and Ahhhed. Mr. Phil, the professor took his time to make it around the room to me. i was dry brushing the background rather violently when he spoke:

p-"don't do that dear."

m-"do what?" (maybe painting this hard isn't good for the canvas i thought?)

p-"your supost to be making shapes, not textures."

m-"well Mr. Phil," (confidently looking him square in the face) "i made a stylistic decision the other day the to keep the background in a different technic than the foreground."

p-"but, thats not the assigment."

m-"i understand that, but like i said, as an artist i chose this."

p-"its a very bad decision." (smugly smiles and slithers away)

fuck that guy! what kind of art teacher disallows his students to think outside of the box?!? i don't know why i'm even upset. the guy was a math major turned art school student. what in the hell does he know? i saw some of his work on display in the theater at school, he sucks dirty assholes anyway.

i was so furious i packed up right after we spoke. as i was cleaning up, a fellow student came to me praising my canvas and assuring me she loved the background. i must have looked really upset because i never talk to anyone in that class, so like wise i don't get spoken to very often.

whatever. what awesome fule to become the most renound artist ever so i can later thank Mr.Phil for pissing me off so bad by being such a sucky teacher.

"and i'd like to thank an art teacher i had when i spent time at a comunity college in my home town. Mr. Phil once took a look at a painting of mine and said to me that the stylistic decision i'd made for the composition was wrong. when i explained to him it was a personal, creative choice, he said it was wrong. well Mr. Phil, maybe i'm still wrong, but hey as long as these guys like it, you can keep your little art class and your inspirationally haulting opinions to yourself."

i swear to god, if this ruines my entire day i'll be assured to make the rest of this semester in his class a living hell.