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lllookaliveThis weekend was simultaneously way too long and not long enough. Lynnsie needs to like, move in or something. But I was sick the whole time, so we didn't get to party or do much of anything, really, 'cept hang out and play LOTR Trivial Persuit, which I suck at, btw. But it was fun. I just wish I hadn't been all sick and stuff. Urgh. But after all the crazyness that was the weekend, my brain seems to have fallen out and died somewhere because I have been sucking at life school hardcore since then. Yesterday I got to the bus stop for Drawing for Storyboarding and realized that I had forgotten my T-square and was like FUCK but didn't have time to go back. Luckily, Phillips is awesome and didn't hate me. He just told me I'd be fine and to steal someone else's straight-edge. But then class turned into this semi-nightmare; literally. I am a visual person and I always have been. I sorta rely on it. And yesterday I get to class and everything he draws for the demo (mostly 2-point perspective stuff) just looks like lines. STOP LAUGHING! ::fist-shake:: It was scary! He was drawing demos of staircases and I couldn't even distinguish the different lines from each other. My eyes weren't working! ::dies:: I finally just made myself start screwing around with a pencil and it was eventually ok, but damn if I didn't nearly give myself a panic attack.
Today was fine, but I think the tail-end of my viral mixed-plate finally caught up to me today in my noon class. The 9am Writing for Stage and Screen was great, as usual (I loooove that class), and the prof bought us all coffee, but I think I either hadn't eaten enough, or it went badly with the remnants of the Nyquil in my system, because I almost passed out in Scene Design. Ok, I kinda did. But not violently like last quarter when I first fell over, and then had to run from the room to not barf on the second day of MPRA Intro. This was more of it being break, and my putting my head down and then everything turned into this weird jumble of gibberish and stuff I know my classmates weren't talking about, but I think it was a mix of nine conversations. The next thing I know, my prof is poking me in the head and I'm feigning coherency. And we were supposedly drafting. Ha. Not to mention, I'd forgotten my big T-square, tape, and scissors. I am so cool. Like, woah.
Today, history was made. After a lifetime of joking about these mythical people that can actually say, "Girls don't know anything about comics" with a straight face, I met one today. And he said those exact words. To me. After the hysterical laughter had subsided, I just smiled disperagingly and said, "Oh, sweetie, you have so much to learn." He was like, "Yeah, but comics are more than Japanese stuff!" So I told him someday maybe I'll show him my Darkhorse and Vertigo stuff, or my BPRD collection. I got the cutest, blankest stare at "BPRD". He's adorable. In the dumbest way possible. And this happens on the first day in about twelve years that I decide to wear pink (albeit violent, dark pink) to class and, heavens forbid, eyeliner.
Oh, and I'm offically Sequential major again. That's what I came here for, that's what I need to do if I'm ever gonna leave. Sanely. Ish.
Today was fine, but I think the tail-end of my viral mixed-plate finally caught up to me today in my noon class. The 9am Writing for Stage and Screen was great, as usual (I loooove that class), and the prof bought us all coffee, but I think I either hadn't eaten enough, or it went badly with the remnants of the Nyquil in my system, because I almost passed out in Scene Design. Ok, I kinda did. But not violently like last quarter when I first fell over, and then had to run from the room to not barf on the second day of MPRA Intro. This was more of it being break, and my putting my head down and then everything turned into this weird jumble of gibberish and stuff I know my classmates weren't talking about, but I think it was a mix of nine conversations. The next thing I know, my prof is poking me in the head and I'm feigning coherency. And we were supposedly drafting. Ha. Not to mention, I'd forgotten my big T-square, tape, and scissors. I am so cool. Like, woah.
Today, history was made. After a lifetime of joking about these mythical people that can actually say, "Girls don't know anything about comics" with a straight face, I met one today. And he said those exact words. To me. After the hysterical laughter had subsided, I just smiled disperagingly and said, "Oh, sweetie, you have so much to learn." He was like, "Yeah, but comics are more than Japanese stuff!" So I told him someday maybe I'll show him my Darkhorse and Vertigo stuff, or my BPRD collection. I got the cutest, blankest stare at "BPRD". He's adorable. In the dumbest way possible. And this happens on the first day in about twelve years that I decide to wear pink (albeit violent, dark pink) to class and, heavens forbid, eyeliner.
Oh, and I'm offically Sequential major again. That's what I came here for, that's what I need to do if I'm ever gonna leave. Sanely. Ish.
