October 07, 2003 :: 11:22 p.m.
good times, bad times, bedtime
This is insanity. I want to turn off my computer just to make the fan shut up. It is the loudest thing ever in the entire universe. GAH.
I spent a good five hours on my midterm drawing that's due in (hello, Repetition) Drawing tomorrow. I chose to work in a subtractive way, with the huge mess of charcoal and erasing and such. It's a big, dirty ordeal, but it's the method I prefer thus far. I just like the way it looks. It does have its annoying features, though, like the way it's still easily smudged even after being sprayed with copious amounts of fixative and how I still have charcoal under my fingernails 6 hours and many hand-washings later. My fingertips are greyish black... I'm sure it's fairly frightening to see. I like the finished drawing, though, so I guess it was worth it. However, if she starts in with her 'interpretive grading' and I get another fucking C, I will stab her in the face with an exacto knife until she dies. Because if I don't put forth any effort and turn in half-assed work, then yes, give me a C, I deserve it. But when I spend five hours covered in charcoal (we're talking in my hair, smudged all over my face - everywhere), slaving away over tiny little details only to be rewarded with the same C I got on crappy half-hour drawings... we will have a problem. To say the very, very least.
After my black n' dusty afternoon, I had a scrumptious dinner of potato and cheese perogies, broccoli, and fresh green beans (mmmm...), and then went out to Colonial Park with Adam to do some thing. Like put in an application at Ben Franklin and then hang around Borders, drinking spiced chai and drooling over knitting books. It was good times.
Oh, but in 3D this morning good times were definitely NOT had. My finished plaster sculpture, which I spent the majority of Monday night sanding to lovely smoothness, fell off the table and broke in half. IT BROKE IN FUCKING HALF. I almost cried. Everyone just sort of gasped... he said that we'll fix it in the next class or so, but dammit, I was DONE. And it was GOOD. And then it BROKE. And I don't know why I'm even surprised, since things like this happen to me all the time. I must have done something seriously horrendous in a past life to deserve such shitty karmic retribution. I hope it was a fun massacre, at least.
Anyway, I think I'm going to turn in sort of early tonight. It's midnight now, and yes, that does qualify as "early" for me. I'm going to try to go into Drawing an hour or so early tomorrow, even though the thought of THREE HOURS of Professor McFlighty makes me want to throw up and die. If I do, I do. If I don't, too bad. I'm not all about impressing this woman, so you know, whatever. Tomorrow also means a new Angel (!!!), and calling various places to see if they've looked over my applications yet. Here's hoping.
Sleep well, dear readers. Also, sleep in if at all possible. It�s delectable.
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