Just cover me in bestine and set me alight.
So, I pretty much just spent the past hour or so not studying, or doing homework. Honestly, I'm not even sure what exactly I'm supposed to HAVE for tomorrow, and I'm still kind of twitching at the fact that we are just expected to learn kanji on our own this year. If I was any good at teaching things to myself, I wouldn't be shelling out the money for this class, would I?
I realized today that I absolutely hate all my classes. Ad design and packaging seem to focus on two of my biggest weaknesses as a designer, concept and 3D. I'm struggling in ad design, and the packaging teacher is new and doesn't know what he's doing. I knew they were going to be hell from the beginning. I mean, it's comm design.
But today, I was sitting in Japanese, and I thought, "I hate this class." I hate it. My first year, Japanese was my favorite class. The second, it turned shaky because of the whole teacher/textbook switch, but it was still enjoyable, especially since I had someone with me to disturb the teacher and generally be an idiot with. But now, I no longer have anyone to commiserate with, and the fact that I didn't study over the summer is the least of my problems. There's another new teacher, who doesn't explain things as well as either of the others, and also expects us to just go off and learn the kanji on our own as we spend a ridiculous amount of time on grammar points that are really not that hard in class. Sitting through that class has become nothing less than torture, and it's pretty much delivered a fatal blow to my already weakening motivation. I've already blown off about two homework assignments, only done about half of the one I turned in today, and I don't give a damn. I've lost my love for the language, and have almost resigned myself to never being able to do more than slowly decipher simple sentences in manga or something. This is likely a serious problem.
I really didn't mean to go off on that rant. I'm sure nobody cares anyway. I'm just whining again, after all.
What I meant to say in this post is that instead of beating my head against the brick wall that is my schoolwork, I spent the past hour or so drawing porn. Yes, I'm a dirty fangirl, and I do that sometimes. Not often. Generally not well, but I rather like this one. There are still some kinks to work out, (omg I REALLY cannot stop with stupid dirty puns tonight, that's like the fourth one) but I consider it a bit of a success. It's kind of interesting what you can learn about your art style by what happens when you draw porn, I think. I'd elaborate on that, but I'm pretty sure nobody really wants to know any more about such endeavors. I'd probably inform you if you asked, and maybe even show you. But right.
I should definitely be going to bed now, anyway. Nobody's been around all day, and I don't know why, and it's highly distressing. I'm sure they'll all magically appear once I go off though, as that seems to be what happened last night. Fucking 8AM classes and fucking commuting. My life is going through an era of turbulent spite.
I realized today that I absolutely hate all my classes. Ad design and packaging seem to focus on two of my biggest weaknesses as a designer, concept and 3D. I'm struggling in ad design, and the packaging teacher is new and doesn't know what he's doing. I knew they were going to be hell from the beginning. I mean, it's comm design.
But today, I was sitting in Japanese, and I thought, "I hate this class." I hate it. My first year, Japanese was my favorite class. The second, it turned shaky because of the whole teacher/textbook switch, but it was still enjoyable, especially since I had someone with me to disturb the teacher and generally be an idiot with. But now, I no longer have anyone to commiserate with, and the fact that I didn't study over the summer is the least of my problems. There's another new teacher, who doesn't explain things as well as either of the others, and also expects us to just go off and learn the kanji on our own as we spend a ridiculous amount of time on grammar points that are really not that hard in class. Sitting through that class has become nothing less than torture, and it's pretty much delivered a fatal blow to my already weakening motivation. I've already blown off about two homework assignments, only done about half of the one I turned in today, and I don't give a damn. I've lost my love for the language, and have almost resigned myself to never being able to do more than slowly decipher simple sentences in manga or something. This is likely a serious problem.
I really didn't mean to go off on that rant. I'm sure nobody cares anyway. I'm just whining again, after all.
What I meant to say in this post is that instead of beating my head against the brick wall that is my schoolwork, I spent the past hour or so drawing porn. Yes, I'm a dirty fangirl, and I do that sometimes. Not often. Generally not well, but I rather like this one. There are still some kinks to work out, (omg I REALLY cannot stop with stupid dirty puns tonight, that's like the fourth one) but I consider it a bit of a success. It's kind of interesting what you can learn about your art style by what happens when you draw porn, I think. I'd elaborate on that, but I'm pretty sure nobody really wants to know any more about such endeavors. I'd probably inform you if you asked, and maybe even show you. But right.
I should definitely be going to bed now, anyway. Nobody's been around all day, and I don't know why, and it's highly distressing. I'm sure they'll all magically appear once I go off though, as that seems to be what happened last night. Fucking 8AM classes and fucking commuting. My life is going through an era of turbulent spite.