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Squeakety-squeak written @ 9:30 PM on September 17, 2002 Sat in a 3 hour critique today in Drawing II. Ughhhh... that was worse than 30 minutes of an AP Art critique. If you can imagine. Even so, I found we have a lot of interesting artists in the class. This one guy did an amazing piece about guys going through puberty and all the things that run in a guy's mind during this period of time. It was interesting and fucked up all at the same time. Sorry, girls, we were all right: not much is turning inside their heads beyond sex. What's sad is that the artist is by far one of the best looking guys I've seen on this campus so far. *sigh* With my luck, he's gay. But he certainly doesn't look it from the Abercrombie-ish clothes he was wearing today. Wish I could remember his name. Damn, could you imagine me falling for the Abercrombie-wearing type? Wow, that sounded outrageously shallow of me. In any case, I also found that a lot of the student work involved nudes. 1) Who posed for them outside the classroom, or did they just use their imaginations? 2) What in the hell is going through the average college student's mind, assuming I'm not the average college student? Suffice to say, today's class made me think about my work in new ways. I've come to the following conclusions: 1) I have not touched conceptual/deeper meaning work. At all. Some of the stuff critiqued today was really amazing and profound. 2) All my work is academic. This sort of ties in with Point 1. 3) My work is timid and does not cover ground beyond what is going through the daily tracks of my mind: art and theater. I blame my concentration from last year for A.P. Art on that last point. Yes, indeed, it's time to undergo an artistic revolution and evolve. If only I knew where to begin. If only I could come up with a way to express conceptual ideas with academic material, without the composition looking awkward. Ahhh, the pains of being la artiste. We'll be beginning our genealogy projects in immigration experiences soon. Real soon. Gentlemen, start your engines! And math is just.... stupid. I mean, in high school I complained it was stupid because my wee logical thinking side of my brain didn't quite understand it. But this is just stupid. Ashley Hartz would agree that it's stupid. I can imagine that Chen would be falling asleep every class. I got an update from boxed-in West Chester, Ohio today. Some water pipes broke on my street, and my family's been without running water for the past five days or so. They finally got it fixed today, but before then, the basement was flooded, and they had to take cold baths and drink bottled water. The yard, so they tell me, is an absolute mess and it's going to cost them $1600 to get everything repaired and taken care of. That just totally sucks. On top of that, my mom's van's transmission has hit the fan, and so she's been driving my car. It'll be $1500 to get the transmission fixed. I go for my fucking license Friday or Saturday, and if I can't fucking drive my car to fucking school after this fucking weekend, I'm going to be fucking pissed because she'll need it to get to fucking work. Fuck. In addition, my brother tried to hotwire something and... something went wrong. My grandfather has to have surgery on his heart soon-- don't know why, but if you've ever seen what that man eats in a day, you wouldn't be surprised either. AND there may be coyotes in our backyard at night-- according to the cats. Yeeeeup, I'm not missing much being away at college. If Christine wasn't moving out this weekend, I think I might have stayed here this weekend after all. Tomorrow is the Dalton Conley lecture. I did not win the writing contest to have lunch with the guy, and it's absolutely baffled my teacher. She can't understand why Cate in my class won and I didn't. Cate annoys me. I don't know why. I think somehow it's because she reminds me of me-- in the seventh grade. But I think that's just her personality or whatnot. Also, there's an Art Mob meeting tomorrow about an East Coast trip to all sorts of musuems. God, how I would love to go back to Philly and NYC again. Cincinnati just sucks, and the city doesn't realize how much it sucks. It's full of whiney... people... who tend to think their problems are the biggest in the known world. Rash judgement, I know, but I'm in an impatient mood now. They finally cleaned out the mold in our room. Something had been making my roommate sick ever since she moved in here, and I deduced it had to be because of mold in the air conditioning. Lo and behold, pulled out the air conditioning cover, and ye angels, there's an entire civilization. But they finally cleaned it all out, and now the room smells like chlorine. Well, if we don't die of mold in here, the chlorine will sufficiently poison us, eh? Good news: almost done the characterizations for my first two books. I have about 33 active characters listed, and about ten more should do it before I can begin writing my novels again. They're going to kick ass this time around. Just have to remember to save onto floppies. Save onto floppies, Sam, floppies are your frrriiieeend. P.S.: Jessica, you'll have to fix the html on that one page. Go to Archive Older Entries.
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