blip. it sucks when the computer you usually scam off of is being used for something apparently more impoprtant than your own internet needs..like writing a paper. so i had to fire up my trusty computer and forge on. its been a weird.. long day.i still stand strong next to my feeling that wednesday is indeed the worst day of the week. so what did i do all morning? why.. make larger than life size people out of tracing paper and papyrus.. obviously. heh. then i started to drift.. which happens when the heat in my studio kicks in.. or someone makes me close the window.. and my eyes start to flutter..and my pot o' acrylic medium begins to blur more than usual. *insert 25 red fishy candies and 4 vivarin here*.. then its back to business. i think some of the problem is to make these paper people mean what they will.. i need to listen to sad tortured girl music.. which isnt the same as the kind of music that makes you move on something. but still. on. so instead of lunch i have to go to a makeup session of algebra.. since my sick self couldnt make it on monday.. i fear ive spread the plague to loved ones! eep. so lunch was full of numbers.. and my smart self not knowing in a split second that 1 divided by .1 =10. i am an idiot. i go back and pretend to work somemore..and eventually 5pm rolls around and the drawing professor who i had an appointment with at 3:40 decides to show. hes lucky i secretly cant hate him.. no matter how out there he is... so i get an almost stern talk about how ive had several weeks to be working on my final project.. and obviously havent. apparently hes taught kids who spent a good 100 hours on theirs.. what the fuck? was the man teaching robots? somehow though.. somehow he secretly likes me. because i think he gets it. and i know this.. because during his speech he said.. "this is only a blip in time" which is so true.. this class in the huge scheme of life boils down to being about as important as pond scum. which although huge to conservationists world wide.. means little to me. he told me how outside of this little bubble of a class he really wants me to succeed as an artist. because i have something .. and i finished his sentence with.. but i need more discipline... i told him im a perpetual procrastinator.. he smiled and said its a huge step to even recognize the problem. the man gets it. somehow as i managed to explain away my lazyness.. i told him how no one would stand still long enough for me to draw.. and he went on to tell me about him drawing "lovers" naked.. and how he understood what 'happened'. it was an awkward silence. eek. and something about the word lovers always makes me giggle.. or squirm.. hah. im a geek. and achk. i meant to talk about this yesterday. boy wonder of the past has started calling me hon again when he talks to me.. which in his boy speak means obviously.. that he wants sex. and so i cut to the chase with him..and tell him. no sex for him.. im abstaining till christmas.. or something. he tells me.. "youre too much fun to deprive the world like that" or something to that effect. i tell him ill hang out with him. but no.. hes not getting any. he agrees. riiight. i bet i get there and he puts in a movie. i asked him if i could draw him naked.. since i do have this drawing project..and i might as well kill two birds with one stone right? but hes says only if im naked too. but i stand strong.. because no matter how many compliments he gives me.. that too would only lead one place.. pfft. boys i tell you. |