August 28, 2003 :: 12:53 a.m.
security's the whore in me
As I was driving home tonight, singing merrily to myself, something hit my windshield. Something buggy. I don't know what it was, but it was fucking HUGE. It made a "thwap!" noise that small buggy things just aren't capable of making, even while slamming into the windshield of a car traveling at 65 miles per hour. My best guess would be either a very large moth or (dare I say it?) a small bat. Dear god. I'm leaning toward moth, though, because it was sort of pale. Also, that would have to be one stupid fucking bat. They scare me, yes, but they do have intense sonar skills and can very likely tell the difference between a tasty mosquito and a speeding car. In any case, it was disturbing. I quickly rolled up my window and spent the remainder of my drive trying to control the involuntary spasms of revulsion.
So I haven't written since Monday. School is decent, thus far. My drawing class is... not what I was anticipating, and I had to buy about $100 worth of supplies. The professor is very strange. If I take Drawing II, I won't be taking it with her. The class is full of girls. I don't particularly like girls. My portfolio case thing is muchos grande and it hurts my shoulder to carry it, but I can't use the little hand-carrying strap because I'm very short and the case would drag on the ground. I had to spend 45 minutes drawing stick figure skeletons of an arrangement of odd objects (a rake, a stool, an umbrella, a bunch of containers, a bowling pin, etc); I feel like I'm in kindergarten art class. Blah.
But my anthropology class is fun; the teacher is awesome. Same goes for 3-D Design, which is shaping up to be an incredibly experience. I get to cast aluminum! It's very exciting. I have Glass on Friday, and then Creative Writing starts next Thursday. My only real complaint about HACC is that the parking situation is insane in the morning. I have to get there half an hour early just to find a parking spot, and then I move my car closer after Drawing. It sucks in that major way.
Not a whole lot else has been happening. Still no call from the vet clinic. Mason told me that he thought he saw Gizmo tonight, but she ran away before he could catch her. I'm going to take a walk through the area where he saw her tomorrow after class; hopefully I'll be toting a kitty home with me.
Adam bought the new Buffy game today, so we spent the evening in his basement playing our little hearts out. I miss the quick camera adjustment from the last game, but overall it�s kicking ass. I�m sad that Willow and Anya didn�t do their own voices; I mean, yeah, Sarah Michelle Gellar is too big a star to do such lowly work (pfft, whatever), but I expected more from those two. I know I can always count on the boys, at least. The boys of Buffy are good people.
Last night was a bad, bad night. So bad that I'd just like to forget that it ever happened. I almost did when I woke up this morning - I'd had a dream concerning what happened, and as I regained consciousness I very nearly certain that everything was normal and fine. But it's not, and that lovely forgetfulness didn't last long. Last night I just wanted to call Adam and take comfort in his voice, but today I couldn't even bring myself to say anything. I think I'm in denial. Some things are better left alone.
Well, that was a cryptic mess. It's late. I'm tired. I need to get up in 7 1/2 hours (it's 1:30 now). I'll update tomorrow if I can find anything interesting to talk about. Or maybe I'll just draw a picture of a starfish prostituting herself and post it in lieu of actual content. You never know.
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