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October 17, 2006
Incidentally, if you've ever wondered what it would be like to attend art school, I'd recommend giving Art School Confidential a gander. It's pretty much spot on (except for the murder part). When they started showing the critiques, I was briefly confused, wondering whether this was supposed to be a super-serious part or whether you were supposed to pee your pants laughing. I choose the latter. I always chose the latter. I imagine that hasn't made me popular with some people. But come on! Don't show me a cow and then tell me it's a duck, 'cause either way I'm going to think you're full of shit and laugh accidentally, and then there's going to be the awkward silence where I try to take back my laugh and think of something nice to say, and then, failing that, start laughing hysterically again. God I miss art critiques... |
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I've
only just woken up, so I'm still a little groggy. I meant to post it when
I got home last night, but I instead crashed into my warm warm bed.
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