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suggesed track: "love is a fist" by mr. bungle

stress comes and goes, but lately when it goes it isn't gone for long. getting my shit together with the faculty for an MA exhibition has been difficult. not to mention applications for TA's were delivered this week. stress. i've made no secret about informing every professor that i can that i will not return to school without an assistantship. i've been meeting with all of my professors like crazy, even though i haven't done that much work yet. i feel as though i have been running around doing other things, and i haven't been able to do studio work. that is until the last couple of days. i'm feeling better, but i have another string of critiques and meetings this week with three different professors, so we'll how things look on thursday. plus the second year review show goes up friday, and i am still unsure of what to put in. i'm not sweating that though. my biggest worry is getting new slides taken, because essentially my slides are sub par, and i will not take my own slides anymore, unless i am desperate. i really want a TA. i am so worried that i am going to get fucked over again.

what's with the time limits on posting? i don't like all this presure. i'm such a slow typer, and my prose is awkward and wordy; i don't think i can handle this. it's only a matter of time before time runs out and i lose an entry or something.

i also cut off my sideburns today. i look like a damn twelve year old now. it's a welcomed change though.