Monday, August 19, 2002
Look at how early I'm up!!! Look!!! It's 9:30 in the am right now!!!! O MY CAT! That's so hideously early!
Why am I up this early? Well, see, we were supposed to work on the mural today. So we went into the school around 8. There we were informed rather brusquely by the Captain that the art wing was being waxed today, and we therefore could not go down there to get our paints out. His demeanor made it clear that this was not a day for working on the mural. So, rather than force a major, probably physically painful, incident with the Captain, we decided that maybe tomorrow would be a better day to work on it.
After all, isn't there an axiom that says something to the effect that Prudence is the better part of valor? I think that applies rather well here. You don't mess with the Captain.
So after that, I went with my mother to wrassle with guidance over schedules, both mine and that of my joyous little brother, who will be joining me in my high school experience this year. I look foward to ignoring him in the halls, and I hope that he intends to do the same.
The MassArt show was Saturday. Yes, good times, good times. It was, as usual, way too hot for it's own good there. The only good thing about this was that finally my parents realized that I wasn't just griping baselessly when I came home all tired and miserable from the heat. Other than the heat, it was a pretty good show.
I managed to get most everyone's emails, which is key, because now I can send them all the pictures they've been clamoring for, and I can keep in touch. I very much enjoy being able to do that. Just think... if there was no Internet, I would have a much, much harder time staying in touch with people who do not happen to live in lovely little Swampscott. Bless you, Internet. Bless you.
There was also the fashion show, which was pretty amusing. Some of the outfits were actually pretty nice, as in, they didn't look shoddily made and they didn't look too outrageously styled. Some... well, some were a little, o, well, I'm not sure exactly what word you would use. Maybe you could say that the fashion show was definitely styled towards summer wear. But maybe you could also say 'Woah, whore wear, ten o'clock!'. Well, whatever else it was, it was decidedly amusing, at least.
Um... yeah.... there were also all of the galleries, filled with our work, which were nice, as painfully overheated galleries go. Many people got a kick out of the titles of my and Arielle's surreal paintings. They were hung up next to each other, and Arielle's title was 'Samara's is a boat'. My title was 'Arielle's painting kicks salamander bum', or, alternatively, 'The salamander's pen'. Very surreal.
So.... it was nice to see most everyone again at least one more time before MassArt ended and all... ya, a good time overall. It was very sad that the program had to end, because the people there were (are) pretty much all cool people who are fun to hang around with, and the classes were (possibly excepting Issues and Images) quite fun. But it was nice to get home to the air conditioning and think to myself 'Never again must I sit up on the 5th floor in 105º weather while surrounded by all-consuming turpentine and oil paint fumes'. That was a nice thought.
I got a new hair color. It's kinda purpley-blue. At least, that's what color it is in the bottle. I have absolutely no idea what color it will end up being in my hair. You never can tell, really, how it'll end up until it's actually on there. Hmm, well, we shall see.
I wonder how we'll be tested on our summer reading? I don't know anything at all about my english teacher...
Come to think of it, I don't know much about any of my teachers for this year. I haven't had any of them before, excepting of course Madame Shanahan. This could be either a good thing or a bad thing. I suppose that only time will tell.
Dern it. I wish I could fall back asleep. I know I'm going to crash later. Alas, now that I am awakened, I cannot retreat into slumber just yet.
OK, that's all you deserve for now.