December 02, 2004 :: 12:27 a.m.
I was not, in fact, hacked to bits and thrown into a river. Who knew?
Wow, I haven't written in forever. Bizarre. I guess I just haven't had much to say. Thanksgiving break was filled with too much food and some good times with family and friends, including one night at Joe's with vodka and this awesome game called Seven Deadly Sins. Ah, memories. Memories less than a week old, but memories nonetheless.
But now I'm back home in Lancaster, and back at school. I didn't go to class on Monday because I got some germy badness from some boyfriend who shall remain nameless and consequently have been feeling rather like boiled ass. It's getting a little better now, although I was still fairly delirious and clammy-sweaty and headachy until around lunch today. It's kind of odd.
I did go to class yesterday and today, though, because if I missed anything else my inner overachiever would go into cardiac arrest and die. It wasn't so bad today. I mean, yeah, Western Art needs to eat paint and die, but that's a given. 2D was actually kind of fun after it got going. Well, maybe not fun. But there was actually stuff to do, so I wasn't bored out of my skull the whole time. If I can get through next week, which will require me to draw approximately 14 million snake scales, subsequently go insane, produce and ink wash that doesn't look like I threw back the bottle of india ink and then vomited all over my paper, and THEN put gouache on top of that in an aesthetically pleasing manner... erm, where was I? Oh yes. Next week is going to make me cry.
Next week also brings my Western Art final. It's on Monday, which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. We still have three classes to go after that, and I can't for the life of me figure out what the hell we're going to do with them. And if he thinks I'm going to drag my ass to school at 8 o' clock to listen him yammer on unintelligibly when there's not a test hanging over my head he's absolutely fucking bonkers. Just... no. A thousand gallons of no.
I'm a little nervous about the final itself, though. It spans a lot of material, and even though I did fine last time it seems like the information we need wasn't given to us quite as directly during class. Or possibly the quality of my notes has declined as the time I spend desperately trying to hold my head up has increased. Stupid falling asleep during incredibly boring class. I'm thinking it's a little of both. Anyway. I need to get a study guide together before Adam comes up on Friday, because then he can quiz me and make the job of memorizing all this shite infinitely easier.
Man. I hadn't actually intended to write this much, but... okay. Now it's sleep time, though. So tired. I'll try to get back on the update ball soon, I promise.
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