CyrusMacleod

So, aside from looking for work, paying my first ever speeding ticket, and taking a night class two days a week, I've been splattering out some oil paintings in an old bedroom that I converted to a studio last month. Booyah--I even made an easel from an old stepladder with some plywood and a few wingnuts. Pretty lazy this summer, otherwise. Which is why, of course, I'm about to REVAMP MY DA PAGE! Cha, 'cause, like, that's what you do when you're bored. 'Duh! Actually, don't get too excited; all I'm doing is moving some old stuff into scraps and posting some photos of new work as they come in. I've got a huge backlog of stuff from this year

It's been a while since I posted any poetry up here for you, so since I wrote a bit, I thought I'd like to share it. Wrote that just couple hours or so ago to settle myself, since I was more or less just wandering aimlessly around my house after church. [wrote this, consequently, an hour or so after that and posted it to my xanga journal... I'm trying to keep in touch with people this summer and I'm still a little new to the whole blogging thing]. It's been quite muggy around here lately and I haven't been writing much; add that to everything else in my life plus a persistent streak of lonesomeness and you basically end up with a somewhat irr

(music again!) Dear friends, This summer is going well. Scratch that. This summer is saving my rear. Sure, there are moments of feeling intellectually, socially, spiritually and emotionally outstripped by my peers, but then again, there are those long, lovely moments with wonderful people like Laura,  and Eddy, and Seth and Leslie before they left; those more than compensate. I'm trying to sort my life out after the end of this spring semester, which... is happening a lot more intuitively than I thought it would, all things considered. There are my friends helping me, for one thing, just by being there and... and occasionally reminding me