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quote of the day out of my sculpture prof's (James) mouth.
"What the fuck's up with alfalfa sprouts?! Its liking putting fucking pubic hair on your sandwich!"
Oh god, that guy is hilarious. That just came out of nowhere. We were looking at a girl's soft sculpture which was cake. She had used that hairy shag fur like material as icing on it and he started making a face and gagging and saying that maybe fur wasn't such a good thing to use as icing cause just thinking of it in his mouth made him want to hack and gag. Then the alfalfa comment flew out of nowhere. That sort of thing happens every class though. I love art profs, they always have the most ridiculous funny things to say.
I worked on my damn sushi for 12 hours straight yesterday and stayed up until 2am, and woke up at 7 and finished it before class. Boo. So today was our last sculpture class. We brought in food, and there were 2 bottles of wine. At 11:30am. Oh art.
I still can't really wrap my head around the fact that...tomorrow's my last day of classes?!? And I'll be writing exams in 5 days. And done exams in 2 weeks. And then christmas. Which reminds me, turns out Sam and Irmina are gung ho about getting x-mas presents for everyone (ie all of us housemates, Rebecca, the cleaning lady etc etc) so I'm going to have to go x-mas shopping for them soon. As in very soon. Particularly for Irmina cause she's done exams next Thursday and I think I may be going home after my first exam on Monday so I can study Tues-Friday at the U of T library since the library here is so overpacked during exams. You can't even find a place to sit usually. And I can't study at home. Thus, U of T and its beautiful libraries.
Anyways, I s'pose I should go catch the bus now so I can go to my last art history class of the semester. Tata.
"What the fuck's up with alfalfa sprouts?! Its liking putting fucking pubic hair on your sandwich!"
Oh god, that guy is hilarious. That just came out of nowhere. We were looking at a girl's soft sculpture which was cake. She had used that hairy shag fur like material as icing on it and he started making a face and gagging and saying that maybe fur wasn't such a good thing to use as icing cause just thinking of it in his mouth made him want to hack and gag. Then the alfalfa comment flew out of nowhere. That sort of thing happens every class though. I love art profs, they always have the most ridiculous funny things to say.
I worked on my damn sushi for 12 hours straight yesterday and stayed up until 2am, and woke up at 7 and finished it before class. Boo. So today was our last sculpture class. We brought in food, and there were 2 bottles of wine. At 11:30am. Oh art.
I still can't really wrap my head around the fact that...tomorrow's my last day of classes?!? And I'll be writing exams in 5 days. And done exams in 2 weeks. And then christmas. Which reminds me, turns out Sam and Irmina are gung ho about getting x-mas presents for everyone (ie all of us housemates, Rebecca, the cleaning lady etc etc) so I'm going to have to go x-mas shopping for them soon. As in very soon. Particularly for Irmina cause she's done exams next Thursday and I think I may be going home after my first exam on Monday so I can study Tues-Friday at the U of T library since the library here is so overpacked during exams. You can't even find a place to sit usually. And I can't study at home. Thus, U of T and its beautiful libraries.
Anyways, I s'pose I should go catch the bus now so I can go to my last art history class of the semester. Tata.