Well, class last night was pretty cool. A lot more useful to me than the first week. We did some perspective stuff, and I had an apostrophe (that must have hurt)! Foreshortening is really hard for me to wrap my brain around, and we were working on it last night in class. Tessa stopped by my desk and said here, you need to work on the legs, and I said I could see that they were wrong, but I didn’t know how to fix them. So she showed me how…
Author: mizkit
mony’s fault
This is mony’s fault: What Mythological Creature Are you? And this is Starling’s fault: Find out which Buffy villian you are most like! (followed by: Glory, the Mayor (which is what I expected to come up as), Vampire Willow, Angelus, Warren/Jonathan, Faith, Angel, Drusilla, Spike) Now I’m going to go finish cleaning up kitty shit and take the dog for a walk. Don’t I know how to have fun?
on the way to bed
Well, I did at least some of my homework for class. I need to go by Title Wave and get a book of nudes, or something, so I have photos to work from for the full-body sketches. No writing so far tonight, and I suspect bed instead of writing. Well, I’ll do a little bit, at least, so I’m not a total slacker. Went to the gym tonight, or to the pool, anyway. Guy in the lane with me was having a discussion with the guy in the next lane…
Did I say … ?
Did I say . . . ? No, I see that I haven’t. Or at least, skimming over this doesn’t turn it up, so. I’ve been working 50 or 60 hour weeks most of the time since about last October. Sometimes more. I mean, even with farting around, I’ve still been working 40 hours on work, pretty much. This last weekend is the first one I can remember for sure this year that I haven’t worked. And you know what? I’m not doing this crap anymore. 40 hours a week.…
headache
Headachy. Too hot. Blah. Brought the dog outside for a walk this morning, thought, “Wow, it’s warm! It must be 40 degrees!” Came in, booted up the computer, checked ADN’s webpage and lo, it was 40 degrees. I’m so cool. :) We seem to have animals puking all over the place. One of them vomited on Annie’s bed. Yucko.