March 23, 2004 :: 1:11 a.m.
PORNegranate
So, Monday. The start of a new week. It's always fairly depressing, especially with my regularly-scheduled four hours of artistic purgatory occurring on Monday nights. Uck. We used oil sticks again tonight, working from a model. She was good - pudgy. I don't like drawing from really skinny people. It's just not as interesting, and there's also an intimidation factor. This is, of course, in stark contrast to the string-bean chicks that I draw on my own time. I'm not sure what that's about.
Anyway, life drawing. Mine ended up a pretty spot-on depiction of the days-old corpse of a beating victim. It was really fairly grisly, but completely unintentional. I just don't have the right colors for drawing people. It's less fun that a lot of stuff. Like, say, puking or falling on your head.
Next week we'll be doing monotype printing, which is... very strange and new, and then we get a hands-on demonstration of how to mat things. Woo! If I hadn't spent the last month matting my entire portfolio I might be a little more enthusiastic, but as it stands now I'm just annoyed. We have to submit two pieces to the stupid student art show, which is something that I would never, ever do of my own volition. And they have to be works from this semester of Drawing. UGH. I haven't produced anything for class this semester that I am even remotely comfortable putting out for public viewing. So basically I have to buy more mat board, sit through a boring, repetitive presentation on how to mat (even though I'm fairly certain that everyone knows how, or should know how, to do it already), and then mat two pieces of crap that I'll be forced to pass off as art. Fun! Not to mention to patronizing remarks/tips/explanations that Shawn is so fond of directing my way. He means well, I'm sure, but dude? I'm not in fourth grade. I know how to do stuff. He's a cool guy, but I have to say that I preferred Professor McFlighty as a Drawing instructor.
Wow. Who ever thought that would come out of my mouth? Or flow from my fingers, or whatever.
My wrist hurts. I should be working on one of the NINE unfinished stories sitting in my Creative Writing folder, but no... because my wrist hurts. Typing is painful. Of course, that doesn't stop me from writing here. Never! Because writing here is easy. It's mindless. It's like talking to myself. Writing for class is just... annoying. And why has everything I love been turned into a pain in my ass? Oh, that's right - because it's homework now.
There is not enough GAH in the world to express how I feel about that.
Okay, seriously - ow. I swear to god I'm getting carpal tunnel. Stupid computer. If I'm going to get a repetitive motion injury, I'd like it to at least be from something a little more exciting than too much time at the computer. Something like, say, masturbating. Alas.
My spelling is starting to deteriorate. I need sleep.
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