January 26, 2004 :: 11:51 p.m.
so we meet again, Fudge Cake
My first night of Drawing II was cancelled due to excessive snow badness. I wish I could say that I cared, but alas. I was fairly happy to hear that HACC was closed... I'm not really looking forward to 4 hours of drawing on Monday night. Because seriously, I don't need 4 hours. For anything. And even if I should happen to need 4 hours to finish something, I certainly can't keep my attention focused on one thing for that long. It's just not possible. I have a fairly steady attention span, but 4 hours? No. I got antsy about half way through Lord of the Rings. All three of them, in fact.
So, in short, 4-hour classes can eat me.
Blah. I'm tired. I ate dinner at Adam's, and then his mom practically grabbed me by the collar and tossed me out the door because she's got this annoyingly anal over-protective thing going on and the world was going to be plunged into eternal, icy midnight and everything and everyone would wither up and die if Adam didn't drive me home immediately. As soon as possible. Like right this fucking second. Seriously, Adam's mom is really nice, but she needs to chill the fuck out before she has a heart attack or I lock her in the closet, whichever comes first. So I've been here by myself all night, making lame attempts to keep busy. I drew some, listened to music, drew some more, ate some stuff, contemplated the sad state of my life, etc, etc. That brings us up to the minute, really. It's not hard to keep up in my world.
My dad brought home another fudge cake. It was all I could do to leave the room without strangling him. GAH! Does the man WANT me to be fat? Why does there have to be cake? Can't there be, like, grapes? Because I like grapes. Not quite as much as fudge cake, of course, but at least the grapes won't add another layer of padding to my ass. GOD, it's like living in a fucking pastry shop. Only I don't have to pay for any of it, so, you know... worse.
Anyway. I'm boring. Bedtime.
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