So I'm walking around campus (heading to the office of admissions so that I may have a hold on my transcripts removed and transfer outta this town and school) and I run into an old friend of mine who is apparently putting together a show for local underground painters. He asks me if I want in. Hell yeah, I say. It's been awhile since I've shown any work publicly. I get the details and I'm off to continue my day (quite a bit happier)
On my way out of the building, I run into the roomate of another old friend of mine. I say hi, she says hello (distressed look on her face) and it turns out that her roomate's (my old friend, ) father just died a few days ago. He fell from a high ladder. Sad things. Very nice girl, beautiful and intelligent as all hell (used to be involved in the astronomy community in her native Croatia...even hosted her own TV show...worth a google)
Anyway, her father was the bread winner of course, and now the family is in very bad shape. I gotta go see what I can do.
(probably the last post from me in this thread for some time, as my computer is thrashed and I hate using the university system)
On my way out of the building, I run into the roomate of another old friend of mine. I say hi, she says hello (distressed look on her face) and it turns out that her roomate's (my old friend, ) father just died a few days ago. He fell from a high ladder. Sad things. Very nice girl, beautiful and intelligent as all hell (used to be involved in the astronomy community in her native Croatia...even hosted her own TV show...worth a google)
Anyway, her father was the bread winner of course, and now the family is in very bad shape. I gotta go see what I can do.
(probably the last post from me in this thread for some time, as my computer is thrashed and I hate using the university system)