End of Classes
Kinda of sucks that my last day of class had to be one of my full days. Still, at least it was more productive than yesterday's classes. Two of which ended only after ten minutes. Seriously. First Amy didn't think we were being abstract enough in our essay performances, so she sent us all home to practice on being abstract. then the Mackey Workshop. *sigh* Why did I bother getting out of bed yesterday? Didn't even workshop last guy's story. Some people brought cheap wine which I did not imbibe. Robert Stone read us something from Conrad, said he had a fever, and left. Yup, just as productive and worth while as the rest of that entire class experience. *sigh*
At least my last Lisa class was nice and exciting. We're going out to dinner together tomorrow night. I love that kind of class cohesion, even if one of the numbers is someone I loathe and am convinced is the reincarnation of Rasputin.
But that was yesterday. Today: Apparently was abstract enough that Amy let us stay. Art brought donuts, and we watched some movie clips of gayness and then some anime. Patrick and I talked about Wodehouse and the amazing that is Brinkley Manor (that I am rereading for a nice relaxing occupation of time). Wrapped up Writing for Actors fien enough. Will have final conference with John in 40 minutes, so until then will just hang out at the library.
lex_of_green, I need you to exist before you leave so I can give you pressie.
Tonight have work until 8 pm, then Finally will be able to watch last night's House, and if we have nothing else to watch...maybe Love Actually.
blagh, if only this headache would go away.