Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Oyotunji African Village, SC

SC home

Charleston home

Charleston grave

Sunday, March 6, 2011

foreign language classroom

Contemporary Art Museum @ USF: trenton doyle hancock exhibit

school school school schooool. school is fun and easy and all. it's just the writing. humph. the writing is not so fun for me. it's not even that it is hard. and i am actually quite good at it. it's just the act of sitting down, focusing, and organizing my thoughts into concise thoughts. its like drawing. i was naturally good at that but the act of sitting down to do it drove me crazy. but i found it fun at times when i was in the mood. so that's what i do lately. i trick myself into getting into the mood to write. i go to my secret floor of the library, sit in one of the desks in my favorite spot, and turn on mogwai. sometimes i even buy myself a huge starbucks coffee to help me feel like a pretentious author or poet.

right now i am supposed to be finishing up my rogerian arguement on violence in film and the media; specifically, a clockwork orange. i will do it. and it will be good i'm sure, but it has been plaguing me for almost 2 weeks. like the thought of sitting down to write is the hardest part of the assignment. i've done everything besides write, including packing up my winter clothes to go to storage.