Thursday, February 19, 2004
Yes, I'm still alive! Mostly. Somewhat. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, time has been a little hard to come by.
It still is, but I'm taking a premeditated break from destroying my lung tissue to post this. Working on my drawing final, see. It's charcoal. I have had the mighty and disturbing ability to sneeze black for about a week now. It rather freaked out some innocent fellows in my bio class this morning. "Are... are you OK??" Yes. If having your nasal passages, throat, and lungs filled with charcoal powder counts as 'OK'.
We had our art lecture midterm today. Hard to tell, it could've gone either way. The only truly dangerous bit will be the first short answer question, which I fell asleep in the middle of. Yes. In the middle of the test. Right when the professor switched the slide to the second short answer, I woke up. I'd written about half a page and had no idea what I had written down, but had to move on because he was already on to the next slide. Eeek. I hope it's not the stream of consciousness stuff I usually write when falling asleep in class.
In slightly happier news, we got our first english papers back today (finally). Got an A, got an A. And Mr. Professor Man wrote on it, "You have a future as a satirist." The poor buggers have got to read all those boring papers, one after the other, so I rather enjoy it when they get a kick out my attempts to amuse them.
OK, useless as this post, I should probably go work on this goddamn final. The reason it's not done? I actually finished it last night. Then I sat back and looked at it. That was when I realized it was completely and utterly shit. Completely. As in, I would have been ashamed to pass it in as homework, let alone as a final. What I've got going right now certainly isn't the best work I've ever done (since it's being knocked up in one night... I had class straight through from 9 to 7 today, so I didn't exactly have time to work on it any earlier), but it's a good sight better than what I had before. It'll probably still look horrid next to everyone else's presumably more legitimate final projects at the critique tomorrow, but at this point I am just going to have to accept that that is just TOO DAMN BAD.
Family coming up on Friday! We're going to the Piston's game. And then it'll be Saturday, and we all know what Saturday means!
Art show! Downtown Detroit! Doors at 7, film viewing at 8! The Detroit Film Center! 50 artists in the show! And I'm one of them! I can't say this enough: If you're in the area, go to the catdamned show! I'll probably never get another piece into a gallery again, so this could very well be your only chance at it!
Ah, final calling me. Back to charcoal-inhalation land.