April 06, 2004 :: 12:22 a.m.
Jesus will arrive between 8 am and 5 pm. Please stay tuned.
Sweet mother of christ, it's cold. I mean, serious, I've been freezing my ass off all day. According to my desktop weather thing it's 36 degrees right now, but it feels about 10 degrees lower. Literally - the weather tracker actually tells me that when I open it up. "Hi! It's 36 degrees outside, but to you pathetic, thin-skinned humans it will FEEL like 26 degrees! HAHAHAHAHA! Cower before me, all of you, for I am DESKTOP WEATHER TRACKER and the cold, she cannot touch me!"
Except less crazy-like. Because unfortunately the weather tracker doesn't actually talk. Though it would be entertaining if it did. I think I'd be bored less often if I could have even senseless conversations with some of my more interesting applications.
Anyway, yeah, it's mighty cold. I had to turn my heater on. I had to wear shoes in the house. I almost got swept away by the wind while dragging 436 pounds of crap to and from Drawing class. It was all highly uncomfortable. I hope it warms up a bit tomorrow - which, according to Desktop Weather, it's not going to. Maybe a little bit in the afternoon, but it's likely going to be between 35 and 40 when I go out jogging. Ugh. I guess all that sweating and jostling will at least keep me warm, though. So that's something.
Drawing tonight was monumentally boring. As always. There was a big critique covering the last two homework assignments and a big long matting demonstration, during which I stared at my watch and mentally willed the second hand to start spinning all crazy out of control. It didn't. Then there was a watercolor still-life, which was somewhat embarrassing as I am not what you would call adept at watercolors. I was painting this creepy little boy mannequin that was wearing makeup. He was also draped in striped cloth; it looked rather like a dress. So a tiny transsexual, if you will. There was also a severed baby doll head that appeared to have been set on fire at some point. It was charred to a crisp - literally every inch of its chubby little face was black - and yet, still smiling. Amazing. You don't find that kind of fortitude in REAL children.
Then there was home, and a snack of nummy potatoes, and now I'm looking through my library of low-point recipes for something dessert-like to take to my family's easter thing. We're not largely religious to my knowledge, but we all quite like to eat, and holidays are fairy synonymous with food. Especially easter, what with the chocolate, chocolate everywhere. So it works out well. I'm currently going back and forth between a few dishes - Strawberry Shortcake Kabobs, Strawberry Cinnamon Crumb Cake, Pineapple Angel Food Cake, and some kind of strawberry trifle, to be specific. They all sound pretty good, with the kabobs being probably at the top of list while the angel food cake brings up the rear. The crumb cake sounds delicious, but it's not exactly low in points at 5 per serving. But in any case it's all about the strawberries, as you can tell. I do love me some strawberries.
And again I'm talking about food. This whole diet thing is infecting my life. It's sort of annoying, but I suppose I should be happy about it. It's changed my tastes and my most basic inclinations, despite the fact that I still indulge in quite a bit of junky goodness. What can you do?
Hrm. To bed with me, I believe. Tomorrow night I get to sleep over at Adam's! But then I have to come home early and wait for the stupid refrigerator repairman. Someone is supposed to be coming "between 8 and 5." WTF? Yeah, that's specific. Why even bother with the numbers? GAH.
Adieu.
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