Papers and BS work sucks. I have to do a three-page BS paper on Isadora Duncan by Tuesday and all I can bring myself to do is draw cartoon characters and think up crackpot theories of the Secret Ninja Hideout's jealously-guarded location ( Read more... )

It's amazing.  I'm posting a completely meaningless Livejournal entry for the sole purpose of dodging art history homework. 

I haven't even been sleeping poorly and I need a nap. I need some food too. Seriously good food. Not that shitlike shit from the cafeteria. I've said it before and I'll say it again: if eating is required to continue living, I will settle for nothing less than the best. If I were a vehicle I would be the sort of vehicle that would require ( Read more... )

I have 48 hours remaining until my rendered layouts are due and four days left before my dad picks me up.  I have no idea how the hell I'm going to get those damn things done.  Tibbett says at the rate I'm going my grades are high enough I'll be exempt from my speech final on Wednesday.  Nonetheless, I desperately need a hug.  And a decent meal.  ( Read more... )

Next weekend is going to be a hellish blur.  I'm already trying to get my Maya stuff done so I don't have three projects to finish this weekend instead of two.  At least I get St. Patrick's day and a date with Yero to look forward to after this mess is over!