cafe writings

under the freezing circumstances that is at my current residence i have taken refuge at a coffee shop in town. gallery expresso to be exact, i love coming here, its so cozy, and a huge cup of coffee is super cheap. i never thought i would become this addicted to coffee, and late nights. i love staying up late, for absolutely no reason, half the time im just thinking, i come up with awesome ideas late at night. 

the current art on the walls at gallery are quite interesting, it all has this x-ray motif but is done with bright vivid colors, and interesting juxtaposition i think. i just have french homework for the night. then im hoping to get an article done for the paper. ive been listening to live streams of french rap music, trying to emerge myself more in the language. my mom got me some cds too on french language education, so hopefully i'll have time during the weekends to listen to those. i really need to get a good grade in french and anthropology. this quarter has been quite difficult im not sure why. im looking forward to spring break with vengeance. i think not having an art history class is affecting me as well, along with the fact that i really dont enjoy 3-d as much as i thought i would. its just so expensive i wish i could just make things that still qualify for the project, but with found objects or things that are much cheaper. my next sculpture has to be made out of foam core which is going to cost an arm and a leg. 

the gallery is pretty full tonight lots of usual faces, or at least people i have seen here just about every time i come here. this professor type is sitting at the next table over. i want to become one of those regulars. i wonder what people think im doing...

sincerely yours,

mur