Today I mixed up the date, slept late, and accidently came in three hours late to the very first day of class.

My Cooper Union scholarship art classes that is.

Nevertheless, it was bad and my mom yelled about responsibilities on the car ride to the train station but in the end it was okay because I missed dipping blocks in ink and stamping them on paper to express the idea of creation and stupid interpretation shit like that.

I came just in time for the actual drawing segement and everything worked out in the end.

I did cry though for the first time in months in the elevator. I don’t know what came over me.