October 29, 2003 :: 9:38 a.m.
wake me when it's Friday
Oh, Wednesday. You're such a downtrodden little day of the week, always taking the brunt of everyone's dissatisfaction with work and life. It's only Wednesday, still two more days to go. Hump Day. That dead and barren stretch of hopeless misery that lies sandwiches between Monday, which everyone hates, and Friday, which everyone loves. I feel bad for you, Wednesday. I really do. But I still don't like you very much.
I have been up since roughly 7:15. I spent the half hour after that in a bit of a sleepy stupor, but I was up. Mostly. Adam is such an early-rising person, it's craziness. Although normally he wouldn't be up THIS early, I think... but he had to pick his mom up in Baltimore at the butt crack of dawn, so up we were. I spent two nights at his house, and approximately four waking hours with him. It was just a little bit sad. But I very much enjoyed the "spending the night" part. Oh yes, yes I did.
I get to work on my subtractive self portrait some more in Drawing. Wee! And the fact that I'm excited about this could very well mean that hell has frozen over, so someone might want to check on that. I'm less excited about 3D tomorrow, as I BROKE MY FUCKING SCULPTURE YESTERDAY. Again. A different one this time, of course, but still. I'm the only person who has broken anything thus far, and I've broken TWO. I am The World Champion All-Star of Plaster Sculpture Breaking, yo. But I'd like a different title, if it's at all possible. Like maybe The High Queen And Master Of Everything.
I'm going to freeze my ass off when I leave, I can just tell. I'm cold in my bedroom, and it's 46 degrees and rainy outside. And not only do I not have an umbrella, I have to lug my art crap to class and then back to my car and then take my Anthro stuff to class and then return, once again, to my car... in the rain. My car is not, as a rule, close to HACC. It is very far away. Like at the very back of the parking lot, and two blocks to the right of where I need to be. I am going to be wet and cold and cranky. I am beyond tempted to not go to class, but alas, I am duty-bound. Duty sucks.
Anyway, I have to go. That pesky duty is calling, you know. Wish my dryness.
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