September 01, 2003 :: 3:51 p.m.
Bag Cat says, "School is crap!"
I don't want to go back to school tomorrow. How sad is it that I've only been there for one week and I already don't want to go back? But alas, it's true. I just don't like school. Many would question this, as I'm traditionally known to be a big brainy nerd who reads for fun and enjoyed taking the SATs, but there you have it. I love to learn, but I don't like school. And while I'm taking more Amanda-appropriate glasses this year (mostly art), I'm still not really enjoying it much. I especially dislike Drawing, which seems very contradictory to my nature, but it's just... blah. I don't like my fellow students, I don't like my professor, and I especially don't like standing at an easel for 45 minutes and only being allowed to draw stick figured of a rake and an umbrella. I have at least five sketchbook pages due on Wednesday - I've done one and a half. I'm supposed to be drawing "natural objects." Flowers and leaves and stuff. I like flowers, they're pretty, but I don't like drawing them. I have to get a bit of my wire sculpture done for 3D tomorrow, and a little paper thing. The paper will be cake; the sculpture will kill me dead. I don't like sculpting with wire. It's a big fucking pain in my ass. I should just major in English so I can write papers all the time and be done with it. Because papers are easy. I can do papers while typing with my nose and balancing a flaming garbage can on my head. Funny how the art stuff is what I don't like doing in a formal setting.
Giles was just sleeping in an Old Navy bag. It was too damn cute; definitely a Kodak moment. Unfortunately, I'm lacking a camera. Now he's grooming himself elsewhere, anyway, so it's also too late to capture the moment for future generations to look at and enjoy.
Oh, no, wait. He's back in the bag. I don't know how he gets in there without crumpling it up. Amazing.
Well... I must be off to Adam's house. I totally forget what I was talking about before I got into Giles' interesting sleeping arrangement. Oh, right. School. I hate it. Someone needs to give me a full-time job doing something that doesn't suck and that pays enough for me to get an apartment and eat occasionally so that I can quit school and not be miserable anymore. Any offers? Seriously.
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