November 15, 2004

[feel the burn] 6:43 PM

In a sign that Finter is sliding away and that Winter is creeping in, last night i turned on my radiator to combat the 29º F temperature outside.

At 3am I woke up sweltering, thanks to my not-much-in-the-way-of-temperature-adjustment-radiator a foot from my bed. To even things out I wound up deleriously opening my windows so the cross-draft of frigid air would equalize the severe oven-ness. It helped a little, but I still slept like crap last night, so here's hoping tonight will go better.

I've sent 4 boxes to my parents, and I just got done packing 3 more. Combined with ordering my cap and gown, looking for apartments in LA online (thanks to some guy named Craig and his nuerotically organized list), and seeing that thanksgiving is next week ... it's no wonder my stomach is getting into periodic knots.

Schoolwise: I need to finish type-setting my annual report, rebuild my soapbox packaging, design (basis) and create a new packaging suite for the Windy City Scarf Co. (fictional), finish my flash re-vamp of boywonderkyle.com, do 4 "student choice" illustrations, rework and add imagery to my senior project, print out everything els, finalize my resume/business card/self promo designs, and plan out and build my portfolio show display set up.

All in 2 weeks (well, a few things get pushed into a third, but not enough to considerably lessen the load).

You'd think I'd be hard at work right now, but no. No, right now I'm going to crawl into bed and attempt to get 10 hours of solid glorious rest so that tomorrow I can have absolutly no concept of time or social life what-so-ever.

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Comments

I just wanted to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE your artwork. It is truly fantastic. And, your blog/website/whatever is also tons of fun. I just wanted to say hi, since I read this daily ;) since I have found it. Also, I have the same fuck*&% temperature control problem or lack thereof. Ugh. I just keep shutting off the breaker which is even worse, lol. Anyways, check me out @ www.malafronte.net

Posted by: Frank at November 15, 2004 8:06 PM

Your temperature controls will soon be a thing of the past, Ky... California is only a few sleeps away.

(Well, a lot of sleeps, but you get the point.)

Good luck racing for the finish line!

Posted by: Jason at November 15, 2004 11:41 PM

Kyle, as a GREAT BIG FAN of yours I think you should have L.A. friends who are talented, cute, adorable, charimatic, and gay....therfore I present you with this idea. Get to know me! I shall introduce you to all my artist friends who will then make you famous in L.A. that and you can make bank as the illustrator for my T Shirt biz I got going on. That or some coffee is nice.
God, I feel like a girl going crazy over some hot rock star. Oh wait, you are a rock star...*sighs*

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oh dear, kyle.

the 562 area code is overrun with danger. beware of long beach.

we will keep you safe.

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