Dirty Spot

If I had decided to be an art student at Massart, this could have been my life:


But I didn't. So that was just my life yesterday. It was GREAT though. Y's dorm is the most beautiful story ever told. It's giant. With all the social benefits of friends nearby and all the privacy of a single. And couches. And a table. And a fully functioning kitchen. I'm a little obsessed. The people are great too, AND THEY'RE ALL ARTISTS, which I can't even really get over. A whole college...full of artists...artists everywhere...with art. Nifty.

It was Y's suitemate J's birthday, so they had a Jparty for her, complete with HOMEMADE CREPES by neighborboy G (nutella! raspberries!), fun jello, and shrimp fried rice. After the feast we watched Amelie for a bit, then suitemate A showed us her special Pakistani rolling talent. She's great. The whole crowd then went out to a free concert at BU. One of suitemate J's favorite bands was playing. They're called Drug Rug and the experience was thoroughly enjoyable. After the concert, Y, suitemate A, neighborboy J, neighborboy D (the British one), and I had some cheese directly outside the dorm and next to a police car. No cons. Everyone then returned to the suite for some more Jparty, but after a bit of revelry suitemate J did not appreciate the noise level, so Y, suitemate A, and neighborboy D went back outside to sit. Neighborboy D spilled first his innermost thoughts and then his stomach everywhere. Ah, college.

After that was taken care of, Y and I stayed up till about 3 with neighborboy J, discussing the evolution of mammal birth, the cosmos, Jupiter's moons, and naked space parties. Also great.

The next day I got to meet friend R, and we went to Dick Blick and then got some burritos before going exploring. We found some pretty darn cool art projects in various galleries. There are some talented folks around there.

I really enjoy Massart.