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aintbrokeI keep starting el jay posts only to find that I am getting wrapped up in the "deep and meaningful." Pfft. I am so not going there.
I got an A on my honors paper. Evidently it was "very good" and "showed many promising thoughts." I have also been instructed not to sub-title papers "A Convoluted Argument." You can't see it, but I am smirking in amusement. I did badly on my O Chem test, but seeing as I didn't actually study, I think I deserved it. (I have actually never been so happy to receive a C in my life. If I had gotten anything higher, I don't think I would have studied the whole semester. Now at least I am going to make the gesture of unwrapping my textbook before my test.)
My bed has the most interesting drafts ever. The window blows a warm breeze which mixes with the air conditioning (directly over my pillow) so that any given second, you can be a few degrees too warm, or a few degrees too cold. There is no middle ground. I don't often use my air conditioning, because I am Qai-the-perpetually-cold, but lately there have been a parade of sweaty people though my room, so I've been trying it. It's still too frigid to be contemplated on a regular basis.
My figure drawing class starts tomorrow. This is going to figure heavily in my new recurring nightmare. In my dream the teacher says: "Good job on basic proportion there," and I come to in the hospital a week later with a concussion and amnesia. Then I wake up in a cold sweat. It is not taught by the Art Nazi! I don't know if I can take a non-nazi figure drawing class. I am hoping that there will be no teacher. Or they will ignore me. Or something. It's really silly how nervous I am, but off I trundle anyway. I figure after a day of Cell Bio test, Genetics test, O Chem lecture and Charlie Chaplin movies, I will have earned it.
The obligatory music paragraph: I am madly in love with the new Ok Go album. Go! Find it! (er. Download it. It's not out on disk till March. Whatever.) Oh the insidious popiness, it gets into my brain. I am conducting a mad love affair with some guy named Tom Cipullo, who set the poems of Billy Collins to music. Also on continuous repeat on my inner radio is Make-Tall. I feel so indy.
I talked to my local Peace Corps recruiter and came away far more conflicted than I thought was possible. He told me to learn French. -_- Just when I was sure I'd gotten to an age where people would no longer mock my accent! Accent mocking seems to be something I am doomed to live with.
I got an A on my honors paper. Evidently it was "very good" and "showed many promising thoughts." I have also been instructed not to sub-title papers "A Convoluted Argument." You can't see it, but I am smirking in amusement. I did badly on my O Chem test, but seeing as I didn't actually study, I think I deserved it. (I have actually never been so happy to receive a C in my life. If I had gotten anything higher, I don't think I would have studied the whole semester. Now at least I am going to make the gesture of unwrapping my textbook before my test.)
My bed has the most interesting drafts ever. The window blows a warm breeze which mixes with the air conditioning (directly over my pillow) so that any given second, you can be a few degrees too warm, or a few degrees too cold. There is no middle ground. I don't often use my air conditioning, because I am Qai-the-perpetually-cold, but lately there have been a parade of sweaty people though my room, so I've been trying it. It's still too frigid to be contemplated on a regular basis.
My figure drawing class starts tomorrow. This is going to figure heavily in my new recurring nightmare. In my dream the teacher says: "Good job on basic proportion there," and I come to in the hospital a week later with a concussion and amnesia. Then I wake up in a cold sweat. It is not taught by the Art Nazi! I don't know if I can take a non-nazi figure drawing class. I am hoping that there will be no teacher. Or they will ignore me. Or something. It's really silly how nervous I am, but off I trundle anyway. I figure after a day of Cell Bio test, Genetics test, O Chem lecture and Charlie Chaplin movies, I will have earned it.
The obligatory music paragraph: I am madly in love with the new Ok Go album. Go! Find it! (er. Download it. It's not out on disk till March. Whatever.) Oh the insidious popiness, it gets into my brain. I am conducting a mad love affair with some guy named Tom Cipullo, who set the poems of Billy Collins to music. Also on continuous repeat on my inner radio is Make-Tall. I feel so indy.
I talked to my local Peace Corps recruiter and came away far more conflicted than I thought was possible. He told me to learn French. -_- Just when I was sure I'd gotten to an age where people would no longer mock my accent! Accent mocking seems to be something I am doomed to live with.
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Date: 2003-09-18 02:06 am (UTC)That's a very possitive point of view, you know? usually, I tend to be possitive about everything, but geez, if I can pass an exam without studying it, I won't feel bad about it :P it's not like you didn't pass it anyways...
Good luck with your drawing class tomorrow (erm, I mean today, timezones and all that, you know). :D
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Date: 2003-09-22 09:04 pm (UTC)My drawing class was lovely- I miss art so when I am not doing it all the time.
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Date: 2003-09-18 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
finally
decided to exist
where have you been???
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Date: 2003-09-22 08:39 pm (UTC)(not to be confused with
fitzi)
do they not understand
broadband is
the reason
I came back to school
at all?
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Date: 2003-09-18 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-22 07:45 pm (UTC)