Monday, September 27, 2004
Drawing homework for this weekend was 'texture'. I know the professor probably thinks she's being nice by giving us NO GUIDELINES WHATSOEVER when it comes to homework, but, I don't know. I guess I sometimes wish I had a little more direction.
For instance, a little more instruction as to what I had to draw might have stopped me from making the dire mistake of thinking, in my little brain, "Ooo! Texture. What has texture? Really horny and scaly lizards have texture! I'll draw a horned lizard! All will be well in the drawing world!"
Two Micron pens, 8 hours (although admittedly some of those were spent half drawing and half watching the Red Sox game), and some very blurry eyes later, I have created Horny Lizard. In pen. With texture. And it is good. Sort of.
The thing is that I know at least one of my classmates is going to come into class tomorrow morning and pin up on the wall a little drawing done in smudgy pencil that visibly and inarguably took them 5 minutes before class to do.
And this is all because my own damn conscience, or artistic temper, or whatever the hell you want to call it, simply will not let me get away with a little scrawly drawing if I get an idea and have enough time to execute it. Fuck you, work ethic. Get out of my head.
Because, you see, I got the lizard done, but not the lab report for Tuesday, or the CFC work for Tuesday. Which means tomorrow night is going to be splendid. Sigh.
Lions lost, I don't want to talk about it. When Harrington took off with the ball and it just squirted out of his hand.... oh dear. *think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts*
Red Sox won, last night and today, and it was good. It was beautiful. It was Yankees smack-down. I could go through and name every guy on this team whom I love right now, but it would be most of the team. Schilling... you are a Good Human Being. And your little screaming fit at Butch Stearns made my month. Maybe my semester. Pedro Astacio.... you threw at a Yankee. Naughty. No dessert, but you're secretly the kid we love anyways. You endearing little rascal you *insert virtual indulgent chuck under the chin here*
However. "What can I say -- just tip my hat and call the Yankees my daddy? I can't find a way to beat them at this point. ... They're that good. They're that hot right now -- at least against me. I wish they would disappear and not come back... It's just frustrating for me not to do the job. It was all me. I wanted to bury myself on that mound.'' This is what Pedro said after the first homegame of this series, which we lost, and which he had been pitching. Thank you Pedro. Because Red Sox nation needed to hear you say that the Yankees are your daddy. At least the Boston Dirt Dogs are finding a cynical kind of humor in the thing. I mean. Fer crissakes. Even when Lowe loses it he just gets all redfaced and weepy-eyed. At least he doesn't lie down and present his proverbial soft underside to the toothy jaws of the enemy. Is that even a proverb? I don't think I care at this point. On to happier things. We won two out of three! Yay! We've got an upcoming series with Tampa Bay, yay! We finish the regular season against the Orioles, oh-dear-god-don't-think-about-it-don't-think-about-it.
Michigan beat Iowa pretty badly (or well, if you take it that way) on Saturday, much to my delight, starving though I was at the time. We looked much more dominant than we had in past games. It's entirely possible that our rocky start was mostly due to our young (actual freshman!) quarterback and his undeveloped relationship with some of the veterans on the team. Hopefully all that is starting to get smoothed out and will be resolved by the time the Michigan State and Ohio State games roll around. Notre Dame has been cleaning up like mad, so I suppose we shouldn't feel too bad.
In case anyone feels like tormenting Dave a little, you can note the fact that Northwestern got destroyed by (wait for it... wait for it...) the Golden Gophers of Wisconsin. Snicker. I'm sorry, but if the team is named 'the Golden Gophers' I just can't take them all that seriously, no matter how good at football they are. Syracuse got slapped by Virginia, so I guess I can laugh at Jason too.
If anyone else's school had a football game this weekend, I am unaware of it, because I don't keep track of all your schools in your PUNY LITTLE LOSER DIVISIONS. Ha ha. I'm lookin' at you, Division 3 schools! And yeah, Pac-10, I don't want to hear it. Big 10 or bust, and don't give me any of that 'no offense' nonsense. I sing 'Hail to the Victors' in your general direction.
Good lord. There goes my nice idea of going to sleep early. Urp. Good night, kids. I will close with some quotes from a conversation I had with Matt last night (AIM names changed to protect the allegedly innocent).
Excelsior (12:47:45 AM): cuz of mcgreeevy
TheFeline (12:47:50 AM): who?
Excelsior (12:47:53 AM): gov of jn
TheFeline (12:47:54 AM): oh, the guy who resigned
Excelsior (12:47:55 AM): nh
Excelsior (12:47:56 AM): nh
Excelsior (12:47:58 AM): nj
TheFeline (12:48:00 AM): ha ha
Excelsior (12:48:36 AM): read the nytimes
Excelsior (12:48:36 AM): its good shit
Excelsior (12:49:05 AM): yaeeeah
Excelsior (12:49:07 AM): hootye
Excelsior (12:49:22 AM): mfuecher
TheFeline (12:58:10 AM): wait.
TheFeline (12:58:18 AM): you went out and got drunk AFTER fasting all day??
Excelsior (12:58:21 AM): yeah
Excelsior (12:58:22 AM): bad
Excelsior (12:58:24 AM): hahe
TheFeline (12:58:24 AM): oh man
TheFeline (12:58:26 AM): no wonder
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