March 30, 2004 :: 2:03 a.m.
do you have to brush those things with a squeegee?
You know what's annoying? The fact that even though I very clearly have "inline AutoComplete" checked in my Internet Options, it doesn't work. And I have no idea how to fix it, because while I'm a nerd in the sense that I can often be found sitting hunched over my computer or watching old episodes of Buffy at 3 a.m., I am unfortunately lacking the 1337 technology skills that nerds can so often boast. It's sad. And also a very good thing that Adam is a master computer guy, too, because otherwise I'd probably just throw the infernal machine out the window and then cackle as it burns up from the inside.
Ahem. Anyway. We did monotype printmaking in Drawing class tonight. It was... surprisingly enjoyable. That's not to say that I was particularly good at it, but it was at least something new and different and therefore more interesting than just drawing yet another naked person. Although we did draw a naked person - of course we did! Not a Drawing class goes by without the spontaneous appearance of at least one naked person draped over a platform covered with blankets. In any case - printmaking. Yeah. Very messy stuff indeed. And I'm not notoriously the most... er... tidy person, especially when I'm getting my art on, so at some point in the duration of class I managed to smear a big gob of dark green ink under my left eye. And apparently no one saw fit to tell me this, because I didn't discover it until about 45 minutes after I got home. During that 45 minute span I came into close range, well-lit contact with my mother, my father, and my brother. And none of them could take a minute say, "Hey, you've got ink on your face." What the fuck?
Maybe they just assumed it was a growth of some kind and they didn't want to hurt my feelings. Except that they hurt my feelings all the time, so... scratch that. Fuckers.
My wrist hurts like a mofo. The right one - my writing, typing, mousing, drawing, masturbating, etc, etc hand. It's very unpleasant, and although I probably should get it checked out because it's a recurring thing, I won't. Not anytime in the foreseeable future, anyway. Just like I won't go to the dentist even though my teeth frequently hurt enough to make me tear up. It's a negative reinforcement thing. Whenever I go to the dentist, I get poked and scraped and stuck with a needle and drilled until the four horsemen come and end my torment with their glorious, wonderful apocalypse. So naturally, I don't want to go. Also, I just don't like my dentist. I'd rather pull a Castaway and knock them out with an ice skate. Or maybe it was a rock. I don't remember. I only saw bits and pieces of the movie while conversing with Mason while he watched it, so it could be either. My logic tells me that it would be a rock, but for some reason I keep coming back around to ice skate. Hrm.
And I keep spelling mis-typing "skate" as "stake." Could it be that I've been watching too much Buffy/Angel? Gasp! Never! Such a thing does not exist.
In other new, Adam got a job! He gets to wear a lab coat and make lenses at LensCrafters. I'm so happy for him. There will definitely be celebratory pastries when I see him tomorrow. Donuts, or possibly cupcakes. There could be candles involved as well.
On a completely random but still somewhat related note, the woman pictured on the LensCrafters website has the largest teeth I have ever seen outside of a donkey's mouth.
And now, to bed.
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