Mein Frühlingsferien!
For those not familiar with the barbaric language that is German (that's for you, Claire), I will proceed to inform y'all about my Spring Break - which is what the title of my entry translates into, btw.
For a brief interlude, lemme tell you. I needed a Spring Break. Midterms about raped me. Correction, midterms did rape me, whilst I was sick with a sinus infection, no less. Not too fun. My favorite project was working about six hours on a full-size self-portrait of myself. I had planned on an elaborate, Shiva-esque pose of me with lots of trippy colors in the background. Yeah ... considering I was doing this the night before, that plan fell short rather quickly. I ended up with a modest sketch of me, nude, sitting modestly and smiling. For fun and to make it look like I put effort into it, Claire L. and I took a drive to Hobby Lobby and purchased watercolors so I could at least put some trippy colors into my 6' by 5' project.
After the hectic mess that was the week of midterms (it wasn't all bad; I had some fun times at Toad Suck Park at around midnight as well as on the roof of one of the buildings on campus), going back to Mississippi sounded pretty damn good. Brief summary: freakin' nobody was in town, I was running a fever, slept a lot, talked to Allen (a lot), drove to TN to see family, ate sushi, saw Little Miss Sunshine (best movie evar!), aand slept some more.
Upon arriving at Hendrix this Sunday, I get to see all of my pretties at once, basically. Intensely interesting and amusing. Hell, I'm still smiling from it.
The not so awesome part came at around midnight last night/this morning when I was forced to kick Allen out (i.e. separate his face from mine) so I could get started on my German essay that was due on Monday. Not research paper in english, an essay in German. With an energy drink in hand, that, according to Claire L., smelled like diabetic tom cat piss, I was set for bullshitting my way through 250 words. The assignment was to elaborate on what this little maiden would do with the money that fell from the sky. My little maiden took a trip to Las Vegas ... to legalize prostitution and let the workers unionize. If my professor can't figure out that my essay was the product of much procrastination then I'm a bit surprised.
So Tuesday I am planning on seeing the 3-motherfucking-00 with Claire L. and Tony. Soooo looking forward to it. Gerard Butler = hot liquid sex.
Speaking of liquid sex, but transformed into a solid form, Nine Inch Nails has a new album coming out rather soon. Guess who pre-ordered? Mmmyep. There is about no way I'm not going to support Trent Reznor.
I'mma do some homework and then head off to Pilates. Then study for a test! Joy!
For a brief interlude, lemme tell you. I needed a Spring Break. Midterms about raped me. Correction, midterms did rape me, whilst I was sick with a sinus infection, no less. Not too fun. My favorite project was working about six hours on a full-size self-portrait of myself. I had planned on an elaborate, Shiva-esque pose of me with lots of trippy colors in the background. Yeah ... considering I was doing this the night before, that plan fell short rather quickly. I ended up with a modest sketch of me, nude, sitting modestly and smiling. For fun and to make it look like I put effort into it, Claire L. and I took a drive to Hobby Lobby and purchased watercolors so I could at least put some trippy colors into my 6' by 5' project.
After the hectic mess that was the week of midterms (it wasn't all bad; I had some fun times at Toad Suck Park at around midnight as well as on the roof of one of the buildings on campus), going back to Mississippi sounded pretty damn good. Brief summary: freakin' nobody was in town, I was running a fever, slept a lot, talked to Allen (a lot), drove to TN to see family, ate sushi, saw Little Miss Sunshine (best movie evar!), aand slept some more.
Upon arriving at Hendrix this Sunday, I get to see all of my pretties at once, basically. Intensely interesting and amusing. Hell, I'm still smiling from it.
The not so awesome part came at around midnight last night/this morning when I was forced to kick Allen out (i.e. separate his face from mine) so I could get started on my German essay that was due on Monday. Not research paper in english, an essay in German. With an energy drink in hand, that, according to Claire L., smelled like diabetic tom cat piss, I was set for bullshitting my way through 250 words. The assignment was to elaborate on what this little maiden would do with the money that fell from the sky. My little maiden took a trip to Las Vegas ... to legalize prostitution and let the workers unionize. If my professor can't figure out that my essay was the product of much procrastination then I'm a bit surprised.
So Tuesday I am planning on seeing the 3-motherfucking-00 with Claire L. and Tony. Soooo looking forward to it. Gerard Butler = hot liquid sex.
Speaking of liquid sex, but transformed into a solid form, Nine Inch Nails has a new album coming out rather soon. Guess who pre-ordered? Mmmyep. There is about no way I'm not going to support Trent Reznor.
I'mma do some homework and then head off to Pilates. Then study for a test! Joy!