September 30, 2004 :: 1:27 a.m.
hump day lives up to its name
I tried to make a skirt tonight and it failed miserably. Here's the thing to remember when working with stretchy fabric: it stretches! Amazing, I know. This means that cutting it to be somewhat form-fitting like normal fabric is a BAD idea. Seriously, it was just... wow. Not good. I made a half-hearted effort to turn it into a shirt, which I abandoned after a little while and may or may not pick up again at some point. We shall see. I just hate to waste good fabric.
I had cupcakes for dinner tonight. Mine are gone, but apparently the ones I gave Cassie inspired her to pick up the ingredients to whip up her own. Which we baked, iced, and proceeded to eat. A lot. Kirsten had 3, I had 4, and Cassie topped us all at 5. That was a count when I left, anyway; there were still 7 left. Oof. We are cupcake-eating machines, fo' true.
I have had very little in the way of nutritional anything today, and I'm feeling kind of crappy as a result. This Festival o' Junk really needs to stop. Because seriously, I had some potatoes for breakfast, yogurt and pineapple for lunch (see, at least I started well!), and then... cupcakes. And Pringles. Fat free, but still. And there was chocolate. I think my internal organs are steadily being replaced by fat and sugar replicas of themselves and any time now I should just fall to the ground and DIE.
On that note, Wednesdays suck both cock and balls. It's a double-whammy of Western Art and 2-D Design, the two classes that I absolutely do not like. I was actually falling asleep in Western Art, because now in addition to being very very boring, our lectures are also repetitive. Woo! So we get a 45-minute recap of the last class before we even start on anything new. He must think we have maybe three working brain cells all together. And then there's 2-D, which is just... oh, 2-D. How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
2-D is all about being clean, and crisp, and precise, and perfect. These are things that I am not notoriously good at. Actually, I'd say comparing me to Pig Pen (of Peanuts fame) would be fairly apt. I am incapable of keeping anything clean. I wash my hands every 5 minutes and keep all unnecessary brushes/pencils/whatever away from what I'm working on, and yet... it gets dirty. How, I do not know. Maybe my pores ooze graphite. In any case, I officially suck at 2-D. I fucked up both of my projects today, and as such have to purchase more illustration board, go by the school to cut it down, and then redo them both at home. And since I didn't have any extra illo board with me today and no money with which to get any, I basically sat around for the entire period doing absolutely nothing. It was fun! Except without the part where it's enjoyable.
Seriously, I was feeling homicidal. Like running around shoving my compass' ruling pen point into people's tracheas would be the greatest fun ever.
If you were there, you wouldn't blame me. I mean, come on. That's 6 hours of my life that I'm never getting back, and frankly could have spent in any one of several more constructive ways. Like sleeping, or counting the slats on my window blinds. Or eating cupcakes.
No! No more cupcakes. Cupcakes are the devil. The sweet, delicious, icing-covered devil, and he is coming to take me to HELL.
I really need to stop with the cupcakes. And the junk food in general. I think it may be becoming an actual, diagnosable problem. Ack.
My dad and Mason might come up tomorrow night. I hope they do, 'cause people I love + free food = good times. The only problem is that I'll have to get my contact sheet printed up before 5 or so, and the darkroom doesn't open for non-class use until 6. I'm thinking it won't be too much trouble to just slip in for a few minutes to get that one thing done, though. That's what I'm hoping, anyway. Otherwise I'm a-screwed.
Oh, and there was this whole thing with a sweet-ass work-study gig in the school library that I'm apparently not eligible for, but I'll save that for later. Because what do I look like, a font of interesting things to say? I need to save something for next time.
back & forth
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