February 11, 2003 :: 6:12 p.m.
the impossible really exists
Today. Oh, today blew. And I only went to one class, so that should say a lot about the particular pit of academic torment that I bothered to attend. I skipped English this morning, because when Adam came down before class he decided that he didn't feel like going to World Lit, and since I don't give a shit about anything anymore I happily went along with it. Extra sleep is always better than trying to stay awake through the extreme boredom that is my English class. I did go to 2-D Design, though, and hey, guess what? It was even more painful than I'd ever before! Wow.
I now have irrefutable proof that while there is no god, there is most certainly a devil. My 2-D Design professor has managed to make drawing a horrible, unpleasant chore, something so devious and evil that I didn't even think it was possible. But oh, he's done it. I was all excited today, because after weeks and weeks of construction paper shapes and mind-numbing theory that I already know, we were finally going to get to DRAW. Well, that excitement lasted about .025 seconds. We spent almost three and a half hours drawing two objects. Mine were a stuffed cat and a harmonica, so now I have 10 drawings of a stuffed cat, 10 drawings of a harmonica, 5 drawings of two cats, and 5 drawings of two harmonicas. By next Tuesday, I will add 5 drawings of a cat and a harmonica together, and one large drawing of one of those drawings. All desire to draw that I may have felt prior to this afternoon has been drained out of me. It's like Pittari (my prof) is this giant creativity leech or something. I want to squish him under my boot.
Also, this is causing me to have a though. Is this what art school is like? Because seriously, if it is then I need to start reconsidering my plans. There is no way in hell I'm sitting through four years of this shit.
Blah. I don't want to be in this dark, smelly little room with this supremely annoying roommate. I don't want to be at this snotty, overpriced school. I don't want to take these boring, completely underwhelming classes. I don't want to be constantly miserable, which is exactly what this place makes me. I want to care about things. I want to be happy. When did that become so hard?
This song is depressing, and yet I keep listening to it. Not that it really matters - depressing songs are hardly the cause of my problems.
There's a new episode of Buffy on tonight, which is happy. Adam and I are going to watch it in his room later, because Emily will undoubtedly be in mine. As always.
Le sigh. I'm in no mood to continue this, so... end. I'll write later, possible, with thoughts on tonight's Buffy.
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