It smelled great.

Haven't updated this in a while so.... A lot of crazy stuff is going on right now. I'm working on multiple collages in a series for my collage class at school (They should be up on here as soon as I finish them). I will be filming a very ridiculously stupid video for my Visual Language 2 class based upon nonsense. JOY! I shall call it: "I Say We Eat the Beaver" and there is no sign of beavers in it. It involves knock knock jokes, old people, cowboys verses aliens, two detectives puzzled over a bananas death and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse.... Satan fucking a nun. Yep.

P.S. New art to come soon hopefully.

Peace out in the city,
Ryan Greene

I'm back on my old medicine. Life isn't so bad now. I'm still swinging occasionally but overall, things are good. So I'm making art and music, and I think I'm pretty sure of what I will take for a major in college next year. SIM!!! (studio for interrelated media) I can't think of much else to say. However if anyone is interested in checking out my music, there are many pages I have set up. Here's the list.

Myspace
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Reverbnation
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Facebook
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Feel free to become my friend, fan, ect....

HAVE A NICE DAY!

It's my 3rd and a half week here at school. School is good. I love my drawing class. I even enjoy my non-related art class. Overall art school is a good place to be. However Friday night I went back home to Quincy. I drank a pint of Jameson after visiting some people. I went to see the parents of my friend who is in boot camp for the Marines. I miss him. I saw some other friends and everyone is doing okay I guess. So back to my drinking problem; I drank and got a good feeling going, drew a lot, made some Celtic Folktronica beats, and attempted lyrics which was a FAIL of epic proportions. It's been almost a week if not longer that I have not taken my medicine. I believe the only thing keeping my brain semi balanced and preventing me from jumping off the roof with my body fully set on fire is my art. I guess not taking my medicine is making me a really morbid bastard. Some of my latest drawings prove it, although not all of them are up on DA right now.
I believe as long as I keep making art, the worst thing that can happen is I'll start speaking in strange tongues, roaming around my building naked, with my hair half shaved in a bloody mess. I'm assuming that's the worst that could happen.

Since 10th grade, I've wanted to go to Massachusetts College of Art. I'm finally here. Unpacked my stuff into my dorm, which is a pretty sweet dorm, because we are the only 3 kids to have one with a kitchen and a nice little lounge area on our floor. Plus it's just huge in general. My room mates are cool. Can't complain about that. My schedule is cool at parts, and at other parts is a complete son of a bitch. However I guess having classes that go from 8:00 am to 1:00 pm and then a class from 1:30 to 6:30 is only for my own benefit in the world of art so I shouldn't complain. This is a big change in my life. I hope everything works out good. Now I should go to the orientation meeting. Right right? Right right!