Oh Hey

What’s up?

My sculpture got smashed to shit.

Yay?

Also, my sculpture got smashed to shit.

...so. Yeah.

How is it supposed to make me feel better about it when someone says they like it better broken because it’s more visually interesting? That’s fucking nice but it’s not how I want the piece to look. It would have been nice to have more fucking time on it. Because even not-broken it didn’t look like I wanted it too. Lin gave us, like, 4 or 5 weeks on project one and then we had 9 or 10 weeks to do three more. And she would only dole them out one at a fucking time. Like, just give me all the projects at the beginning of the term and I’ll finish them for whatever dates you want. Don’t just give me one at a fucking time.

And I was asked, ‘so what are you going to do?’ about the broken one. How the fuck should I know? I’ve just walked into the room. It’s a good fucking thing that I was fore-fucking-warned that my piece was broken. Because the ones who broke it were just staring at me, looking for a reaction. “Are you mad?” “Do you hate us?” “What are you going to do?” “I think it looks better broken – more visually interesting.”

Why would I be mad? I’m upset. I’m disappointed but why would I be mad? There isn’t anything to be mad about. It’s an accident. *sigh* So, I’m disappointed. But hey. Whatever. One can only move on. Dwelling won’t fix cracks and chunks.