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January 14, 2008 | |
| everyday i'm hustlin | ||
I do not generally listen to hip hop, but I do not generally NOT listen to it either. That shit is catchy and so I've had an internally generated mashup of some song that goes "they see me rollin, they hatin, patrollin" and another one that goes "everyday i'm hustlin" but all with an Indian accent.
Here's a cd cover I did a while ago. It was fun to make. I'm going to start posting some of my work here because I guess I might as well.
Last night/this morning I went to sleep around 4:30am. This is not my normal schedule, I was just finishing up another grad school application essay. That shit hurts, yo, and I think is contributing to my inability to think of anything but rollin', hatin' & riding drrty.
When I'm actively trying to push out the apostrophes I've been listening to Calla's first album and this collection of field recordings by Chris Watson (recommended to me by my friend who was also up at 4:30 am this morning). I'm fond of the cheetah purring. So. Um. I'm just rambling. I really have no point.
Oh! Hells yeah I do. I finished that fucking essay, bitches! And I think it's not half bad! I also spent half an hour last night trying to find this book I read years ago on spontaneous order to reference for my essay (oh it relates to design, sort of). I found all kinds of crazy shit up in those shelves. If I have to move I have no idea what I'm going to do. I even have a copy of Babe, Pig in the City. Why the hell do I have that?