I LOVE YOU, ART CLASS!!!

I intended to post about some trivial nonsense regarding playgrounds and territorial conquest (wtf?) but have decided that since sleep deprivation has reduced me to making grammatical errors on messenger conversations, the post will be put off for another day.

Labels: college 1, geek

Why have I been absent for so long?

Instead of blogging, I've been reading up on concepts of photography and salt and freshwater aquariums!

I've decided to save up most of my paychecks for extravagant Christmas gifts, some photography equipment, and (eventually) a small aquarium of my own.

Let's just hope I don't take after my mother.

Labels: fifth year shit

Last night, I had a glass of raspberry cooler and was dead for the next thirteen hours. Either my alcohol tolerance has severely (and I mean severely) diminished or I just really, really needed some sleep. Either way, the cooler was a catalyst.

I am so hungry, but will not for the life of me bring myself to eat anything in the kitchen, as I'm going through one of those annoying, bitchy phases where I feel oppressed by my current familial situation. This oppression then translates into rage (versus grief, which is what Fatty tends to feel) and/or angst, which makes me feel as though my freedom of existence is threatened, which then (of course) brings me to spitefully refuse to eat food made by my mother.

And breaking curfew.

Which means I party all night long. (Enter omniscient truth, which regretfully contradicts my previous statement by concluding that Sophia does not ever party all night long and actually just pities her lonely self to the wee hours of the morning. On the rare occasion, she studies.)

And I become really hungry, like my stomach is going to eat itself, or is already in the process of self-consumption.

NO PAIN, NO GAIN!

Though truthfully, no one really gains, and I just starve.

Labels: college 1, fatty, piffed off

I just finished re-reading the letter of intent I wrote last year for my current college program, and all I can say is...LOL at all the LDS references.

Yesterday night was pretty eventful; I had dinner with Fatty, Eugenia, and Dickinson at this ridiculously ambienced restaurant (the lights were so dim I could hardly distinguish between my food and the table) which, much to my surprise, served a delicious vegetarian platter. Notwithstanding the waiter completely wrecking Dickinson's order, the dinner was a quite the pleasant experience. (Of course, the majority of the people attending were either former or current Arts and Science students at my college, which compelled all of us to share anecdotes.)

My life isn't really that interesting in this given state...other than the epic failure of numerous midterms (though I justify my western civ fail on the fact that I spent a good hour of the hour and twenty minutes allotted working on a brilliant essay somehow relating the Greek Theatre at Delphi to collective worship and individual expression) and regretful breakdowns during class, I've been living as simply and frugally as possible.

Though to be honest, I do sorely miss The Monkey. He and I were scheduled to a date (no, not the amorous kind) on Monday at the theaters, but I have since been forced to cancel it, as I have found myself completely and utterly unable to fully catch up on art this week. The art studio is open from noon to eight in the evening on Monday, meaning that I'll be at my college for over twelve hours of the school day and thus will be so pooped that staying awake during a movie would be an impossibility.

Off to read of the Byzantine Science and Medicine portion of my Civilisation studies!

Labels: college 1, dickinson, eugenia, fatty, geek, the monkey

Crisis averted. Though I've had four hours of sleep and my eyes resemble those of an alien, I think it's safe to say the worst part has passed.

I keep on trying to remind myself to study for some remaining midterms, but it's clear I can't concentrate.




Thank you, Wistful.

Labels: college 1, gee, senor and wistful