March 15, 2004 :: 10:50 p.m.
mmm, donuts...
In Drawing tonight, we worked from a still-life. And what was this still-life composed of, you ask? Well, thirty frosted donuts, that's what. Dear god. I had to sit a mere two feet from THIRTY FROSTED DONUTS for 3 hours. The smell was just delectable. Also crazy-making, but that's to be expected when one is dieting and forced to draw frosted pastry goodness. The drawing itself was fairly unpleasant, as we used oil sticks, and I hate oil sticks with a fiery passion, but when we were done we got to EAT the donuts. Which almost made up for the evil oil sticks. I had a vanilla-frosted one, the kind with a drizzle of chocolate frosting on top of the vanilla. It was scrumptious.
Reason #47 that oil sticks are Satan's Tool: I think I rubbed off like three layers of skin trying to blend the damn things. I complained about it, because if complaining were an Olympic sport I'd have the gold locked up for all eternity, at which point the lady next to me said that she doesn't have fingerprints at all. She re-finishes furniture, and years and years of sanding and stuff have worn off all but about half of one of her thumb's prints. She had to be finger-printed for a job thing a bunch of years ago, and they couldn't do it. They tried like five times to no avail. Strange but true. I told her that she could be a master criminal, except she'd have to wear a little cap on her thumb to keep it from leaving a half-print. For some reason I find the thought of this round little woman stealing jewels vastly amusing.
So I have my phone interview tomorrow. I'm nervous. Seriously nervous. I sound like a moron on the phone, and interviews always make me all sweaty and twitchy and insecure. I'm not very articulate when put on the spot. I mean, I'm not very articulate in general when I'm speaking aloud, but I'm even less so when someone I've never met is throwing random surprise questions at me. Random surprise questions that will in part determine whether or not I am admitted to this school. And since I REALLY want to get an acceptance letter come mid-April and not a generic "Sorry, but you suck," letter, this is all kind of important to me. Hence the nerves. GAH! Wish me luck.
Dum dum dum... I should work on stuff for Creative Writing. Instead, I think I'll replenish my glass of water and work on a completely non-school-related drawing. Because doing things that aren't for school is just automatically more satisfying.
Ciao, kids.
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