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lllookaliveugh. my bank is being a bitch. i dont know if they sent the new activation pin after i left, or not at all, or what, but i dont have it and my visa checking card expired yesterday and guess what that means- yeah. right. i have *no* access to the money in my account. at least i'm on the shitty-ass meal plan they have here so i'm not buying my own food anymore, and i never go anywhere, so its not like i'm in pressing need of funds, but you know, it would be nice to know that i could get money if i needed it. so i opened a new checking account today, which isnt as nice as the other one, but is free at least. arrrgh. it also means when (if) i get paychecks, i can have them deposited there, and not in my hawaii account, or my potential usaa account that no ones heard anything from in months (fuckers), and i would have to send the checks to their hq. what an inefficient system. anyway. this is lame.
tris rocks, so he's been sending me songs that make me happy. him, combined with the thought of maybe getting this job (damn straight i better pass this test!), and the images of that far-off day when i'll actually get to do the classes that i want for my major (*growl* fucking prereqs) are whats keeping me sane these days. its always nice to know that theres someone back home who really wants you back there. i dont feel quite so tossed off the edge, if you know what i mean. it will, however, be really nice when i actually get to draw the way *i* want to draw, and develop that, in opposition to looking at some poor, hapless inanimate object and butchering its image on a 2-dimensional surface. *haaaack* i mean, it could be worse. 2d design is pretty chill. not too much room for suicide-inducingness there. cutting out pretty little flamey-looking things from black construction paper to stick on white tagboard in a composition representing "rhyme" really isnt too horrific. i always liked cutting stuff out, anyway. and of course i adore history of western art. i absorb that class like an overly-enthusiastic sponge. i'm also a sitting example of ancient egyptian iconography for the prof, what with my jewelry. i like being in a class and *really* knowing the subject. some guy was bitching that he has to take at least four more art histories after this (haha. freshman. *point/laugh*), and i just looked at him and said, "lucky." this is my fifth. i want MORE!!! mooooooore. we're just starting ancient egypt, so i was just sitting there grinning and being a total showoff bitch (i dont actually mean to.) and answering all the questions and trying not to drool. i need to find an egyptian history/art hist. class. i like this one because its all western art history, but doesnt go past midieval europe, so i dont have to deal with all that shit that started to happen around the turn of the 19th century that makes me physically nauseaus.
all this aside, my newest feat to accomplish is to train myself not to hate my drawing 2 class. after grabar in first semester at uhh i just have this intrinsic hatred of drawing classes. so i go in there today just dreading it without meaning to. we were supposed to draw the skull on a model skeleton, and i had the view from the back, and was having a hell of a time with a piece of newsprint and a 4b graphite (this was after the first attempt with the red conte. *shiver*), and just plain *hating* the whole thing with a vengeance anything a sophmore art student has created has the right to. the prof came around to me and i was waiting for the blow (fucking grabar. condescending, assanine, self-serving cockbite. the list goes on. continue for yourself.), but he just says, "i really like what you're doing. what do you think?" i looked at him with complete and total aggrivation (at myself) and said, "i hate it. it makes me want to scream and kill things." i forgot that art teachers tend to take this as a good thing. in short, he asked why, i told him some reasons from the list, and he spent about thirty seconds working on it with me and by the time i handed it in, i *liked* it. i could hug that man.
tris rocks, so he's been sending me songs that make me happy. him, combined with the thought of maybe getting this job (damn straight i better pass this test!), and the images of that far-off day when i'll actually get to do the classes that i want for my major (*growl* fucking prereqs) are whats keeping me sane these days. its always nice to know that theres someone back home who really wants you back there. i dont feel quite so tossed off the edge, if you know what i mean. it will, however, be really nice when i actually get to draw the way *i* want to draw, and develop that, in opposition to looking at some poor, hapless inanimate object and butchering its image on a 2-dimensional surface. *haaaack* i mean, it could be worse. 2d design is pretty chill. not too much room for suicide-inducingness there. cutting out pretty little flamey-looking things from black construction paper to stick on white tagboard in a composition representing "rhyme" really isnt too horrific. i always liked cutting stuff out, anyway. and of course i adore history of western art. i absorb that class like an overly-enthusiastic sponge. i'm also a sitting example of ancient egyptian iconography for the prof, what with my jewelry. i like being in a class and *really* knowing the subject. some guy was bitching that he has to take at least four more art histories after this (haha. freshman. *point/laugh*), and i just looked at him and said, "lucky." this is my fifth. i want MORE!!! mooooooore. we're just starting ancient egypt, so i was just sitting there grinning and being a total showoff bitch (i dont actually mean to.) and answering all the questions and trying not to drool. i need to find an egyptian history/art hist. class. i like this one because its all western art history, but doesnt go past midieval europe, so i dont have to deal with all that shit that started to happen around the turn of the 19th century that makes me physically nauseaus.
all this aside, my newest feat to accomplish is to train myself not to hate my drawing 2 class. after grabar in first semester at uhh i just have this intrinsic hatred of drawing classes. so i go in there today just dreading it without meaning to. we were supposed to draw the skull on a model skeleton, and i had the view from the back, and was having a hell of a time with a piece of newsprint and a 4b graphite (this was after the first attempt with the red conte. *shiver*), and just plain *hating* the whole thing with a vengeance anything a sophmore art student has created has the right to. the prof came around to me and i was waiting for the blow (fucking grabar. condescending, assanine, self-serving cockbite. the list goes on. continue for yourself.), but he just says, "i really like what you're doing. what do you think?" i looked at him with complete and total aggrivation (at myself) and said, "i hate it. it makes me want to scream and kill things." i forgot that art teachers tend to take this as a good thing. in short, he asked why, i told him some reasons from the list, and he spent about thirty seconds working on it with me and by the time i handed it in, i *liked* it. i could hug that man.
