February 03, 2003 :: 11:06 p.m.
I put horse's heads in people's beds
In a refreshing change of events, Emily was actually gone for the majority of the evening. I got to watch the Buffy reruns on FX and everything. Too bad she most likely will not be gone tomorrow night at 8 o' clock, when a brand new Buffy will filter through the cable wires and grace my television with its wonderfulness. And so it won't. Grace my television, that is. Because if she's here, which she pretty much definitely will be, she'll also be parked in front of the TV, thus blocking my access to Buffy. This will anger me to a degree that you may not have thought possible, because seriously, don't mess with my Buffy. Especially NEW Buffy. It's a surefire way to lose an appendage, possibly that really important one with the brain in it.
Is the brain an appendage? My arm is an appendage. It protrudes from my torso. So does my head, in a way. Well, no, not just "in a way." It does. It pokes out of the top like a flagpole or something. But would the neck be the real appendage, then, and the head just an accessory? Hrm.
Something tragic happened today: Soulseek stopped working. The college must have worked their blocking magic on it. I'm heartbroken, really. It gave me such great music, and now Adam and I can't find an alternative. He found one called Ares, but when I installed it it slowed my computer down in a ridiculous way. So I deleted it. And now I'm lacking a file-sharing program, like a poor, neglected, third-world orphan. Stupid college. Stupid not having the money to just BUY the damn albums. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I got really bored in Visual Arts this morning and drew all over my hand. I used to do this all the time in high school, because my classes then were almost as brain-suckingly dull as the ones I have now. Anyway, I drained two plain BIC pens, because for whatever reason, they dry up really fast when you use them to draw on skin. So I had to resort to using my inky roller ball pen for the last 10 minutes or so, which isn't really a good thing - the ink bleeds into the little skin-creases and looks bad. Also, it doesn't wash off easily. And now that many, many hours have passed and I've washed my hands a bunch of times, all of the plain BIC pen ink has disappeared and I've got a seemingly random collection of faded (but very much visible) blue shapes speckling my hand. It's weird looking. Kind of like a very old, very poorly done tattoo. So remember: next time you feel the urge to temporarily desecrate your body with a pen, don't choose the inky roller balls. It never ends well.
My replacement Strong Bad shirt came today - weee! I washed it tonight, so I can wear it tomorrow. Adam is going to wear his Homestar shirt, so we'll be all Homestar Gang representin' in da hood, yo. Except without the ghetto-speak, because we're middle-class suburban white kids who go to a snooty private college in a tiny, rural Pennsylvania town. But other than that, it's Homestar Gang all the way. I'm excited. I am not, however, excited about attending 2-D Design tomorrow. I cannot take 4 hours of remedial art/design, especially when most of the rest of the class has no interest in art at all. It's a requirement for Digicom majors, so the vast majority of the students wouldn't be there if they had a choice. Although I probably shouldn't talk, because if I'd known that it was going to be like this, I wouldn't be there either. So blah.
I have to take my markers, black ink, and bristol board to class tomorrow. I wonder what we're doing with it... hrm. I think it's too optimistic to think that we might actually get to *gasp* DRAW something, so I'll just assume that whatever it is, it'll be boring and sucktastic. I'm so good at looking on the bright side.
Well, not much else to say, so I'm going to get ready for bed and maybe draw for a little while. I got some quality drawing time in this afternoon, which is very rare and also very relaxing. I'll scan the sketches on Wednesday while Adam's at work, so there should be some new things in the art section before the end of the week. Woo-ha.
'Night.
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