Fuck!
I have a shit ton of work to do this weekend.
I'm really kicking myself for not getting a start on all of this earlier. My professors and instructors all said, "The end of the semester will be here before you know it," and I, like a dumb-ass, thought, "Whatever, this semester is going on forever. I have a ton of time."
And now all I can say is, "FUCK."
Oh, well! I can do it! So, what do I have to do? Well, here's a checklist which I'll be using as a reference:
French: Memorize a Paul Verlaine poem and keep on keepin' on.
Math: Keep on keepin' on, again.
Speech: Talk about recycling for 7 to 8 minutes for a group speech totaling 20 minutes in length. This will be horrific because while I don't have a problem with recycling, I do think it's a fucking boring thing to talk about. The girl who was all gung-ho about recycling has stopped coming to class. I have decided that she is, in fact, a cunt. If there is a hell, I hope she burns it it. Yes, I'm exaggerating, a lot, but considering the rest of my workload, this makes me pissy. Oh, yeah, we also have to use a Power Point presentation, and, whaddaya know, I'm the only person who knows how to do Power Point. THANK FUCKING GOD.
Design: Make bees out of felt. Do other stuff.
Drawing: Non-objective drawing. Chair drawing one. Chair drawing two. Chair drawing three. Rubens copy. Extra credit. Tactile drawing exercise. Still-life.
. . .
I can do it!
I'm really kicking myself for not getting a start on all of this earlier. My professors and instructors all said, "The end of the semester will be here before you know it," and I, like a dumb-ass, thought, "Whatever, this semester is going on forever. I have a ton of time."
And now all I can say is, "FUCK."
Oh, well! I can do it! So, what do I have to do? Well, here's a checklist which I'll be using as a reference:
French: Memorize a Paul Verlaine poem and keep on keepin' on.
Math: Keep on keepin' on, again.
Speech: Talk about recycling for 7 to 8 minutes for a group speech totaling 20 minutes in length. This will be horrific because while I don't have a problem with recycling, I do think it's a fucking boring thing to talk about. The girl who was all gung-ho about recycling has stopped coming to class. I have decided that she is, in fact, a cunt. If there is a hell, I hope she burns it it. Yes, I'm exaggerating, a lot, but considering the rest of my workload, this makes me pissy. Oh, yeah, we also have to use a Power Point presentation, and, whaddaya know, I'm the only person who knows how to do Power Point. THANK FUCKING GOD.
Design: Make bees out of felt. Do other stuff.
Drawing: Non-objective drawing. Chair drawing one. Chair drawing two. Chair drawing three. Rubens copy. Extra credit. Tactile drawing exercise. Still-life.
. . .
I can do it!