Light-Hearted.
So today was a good day. I think it was so because of my parent's return from Hawaii.
My father's feet are sunburnt. I was so proud of him for not wearing socks with his sandals. He bought me not one, not two, but three necklaces. I wore one today, it's pretty and simple, a piece of seashell. Anne made fun of it. She's so lovely sometimes.
I went a little out of my way to pick her up since yesterday her ride announced that she couldn't come today. I wasn't too upset about it, I offered to do it. The three of us had fun, I think, even though I caught both of them off guard with my promptness. She said we were earlier than she and Alicia usually are, which was weird since I stressed about making it there even close to on time. It worked out for us well, I think.
I resumed glazing one of my projects, quit and instead worked on a bowl that is supposed to look like a brain. Anne and Ryan joined me eventually and started talking about his sexual prowess. The boy claimed he has been having sex since he was eight, and has had a 3-some, a 4-some, and many other somes I wasn't at all interested in. The more time I spend with him, the more vulgar, disturbing and banal I find him. He's not only gross but he just repeats himself about how many people he's done it with... bleh.
I did get to geek out though. Anne's combined Drawing I and II class met for a rare lecture on 1-point perspective. Now, I may complain often about my elementary, middle school and even eventually high school art teacher, Mrs. Bart, but I'll give her something, I am very glad that she drilled all those college level things into our heads at such an early age! He was going on about how things go to a vanishing point and how to make a cube and I was almost borderline bored. But with such circumstances you have almost endless power of snark at your disposal.
It started before the lecture, when he left. Anne, Bybee, and I exited his office after brewing coffee and talking about something. He had to run out of the room for a marker for the board and as he left he said "Morgan is going to explain linear perspective!" I did my best, which filled about thirty seconds, and after that we talked about my hair before everyone fell into their individual conversations. When he came back in I yelled "AND THAT'S HOW YOU DO LINEAR PERSPECTIVE!"
My friend Katie said "ENCORE!" Cheeky bastard.
He then went through the talk about what it was, how to do it, blah blah blah, and realised he wanted everyone to come up and draw a series of three boxes to show that they understood. I was sitting up front and he gave me the marker, then realised he only had one that worked. So again he left to get more, making me draw mine while he was gone. Enter smartassery here. I did the three boxes, and I made them open ended. He came back in and made me regret my ways; as he ran around doing something I had to judge everyone else's and tell them what they were doing wrong. Still, I felt uber-smart; there is almost no situation that arises that I know more than someone else. My ego was stroked.
Afterwards Anne gave me food. We ate with Ryan (joy) and I ran off to Physics to flunk my quiz. It was great; I kind of studied, but I misread the first problem which then made all the other problems hard. You know how that is? It was a block on a horizontal surface or something, and the first question was asking what amount of work was done by the rope pulling the block. I gave the answer for net work.
The next I read correctly, asking about the friction force. So that one was correct.
The last one was asking for net force, but asked it in such a way that I was confused and went nearly insane trying to figure out what he was asking. Of course I had already solved that in the first part. Go me. I'm hoping he noticed I am an idiot and only counted off for one, but probably not. Oh well, I won't get a terrible grade since i showed all my work, at least.
After that I attended my first ever art club meeting. I didn't know it existed until Ryan was talking before break. I went and listened to my friend Jon complain about how people join and don't do any work, expecting a free trip. I assured him I was going to do work. He seemed okay with that until I said that I was there representing Anne as well. He didn't appreciate that since "She never answers my emails and she's not active anymore and blah blah blah" I assured him that she was in class right then but if she wasn't she would be there, but otherwise I didn't want to get into it. Hopefully he'll know I'm being genuinely interested.
The club is going to Saint Louis April 23-24. 12 people can go and I am hoping Anne and I can go. The legal aged adults were talking about how they would go dancing and such. I was a little unnerved by that idea, I've never been in that scene. Talking about it to Anne afterwards in class she mentioned how I'd probably get hit on by gross old men. We then decided to pretend we were a married lesbian couple who were extremely jealous so that no one would mess with us. It was just in jest, but a part of me kind of wants to do it just to do it. It would be quite fun, I think.
I came home ad talked to dad a lot, mom bought groceries (funny enough, she bought oreos too- apparently we both had the idea at about the same time) and I attempted to do my environmental reading. *looks at book* Meh. I did a lot. I want cookies.
My father's feet are sunburnt. I was so proud of him for not wearing socks with his sandals. He bought me not one, not two, but three necklaces. I wore one today, it's pretty and simple, a piece of seashell. Anne made fun of it. She's so lovely sometimes.
I went a little out of my way to pick her up since yesterday her ride announced that she couldn't come today. I wasn't too upset about it, I offered to do it. The three of us had fun, I think, even though I caught both of them off guard with my promptness. She said we were earlier than she and Alicia usually are, which was weird since I stressed about making it there even close to on time. It worked out for us well, I think.
I resumed glazing one of my projects, quit and instead worked on a bowl that is supposed to look like a brain. Anne and Ryan joined me eventually and started talking about his sexual prowess. The boy claimed he has been having sex since he was eight, and has had a 3-some, a 4-some, and many other somes I wasn't at all interested in. The more time I spend with him, the more vulgar, disturbing and banal I find him. He's not only gross but he just repeats himself about how many people he's done it with... bleh.
I did get to geek out though. Anne's combined Drawing I and II class met for a rare lecture on 1-point perspective. Now, I may complain often about my elementary, middle school and even eventually high school art teacher, Mrs. Bart, but I'll give her something, I am very glad that she drilled all those college level things into our heads at such an early age! He was going on about how things go to a vanishing point and how to make a cube and I was almost borderline bored. But with such circumstances you have almost endless power of snark at your disposal.
It started before the lecture, when he left. Anne, Bybee, and I exited his office after brewing coffee and talking about something. He had to run out of the room for a marker for the board and as he left he said "Morgan is going to explain linear perspective!" I did my best, which filled about thirty seconds, and after that we talked about my hair before everyone fell into their individual conversations. When he came back in I yelled "AND THAT'S HOW YOU DO LINEAR PERSPECTIVE!"
My friend Katie said "ENCORE!" Cheeky bastard.
He then went through the talk about what it was, how to do it, blah blah blah, and realised he wanted everyone to come up and draw a series of three boxes to show that they understood. I was sitting up front and he gave me the marker, then realised he only had one that worked. So again he left to get more, making me draw mine while he was gone. Enter smartassery here. I did the three boxes, and I made them open ended. He came back in and made me regret my ways; as he ran around doing something I had to judge everyone else's and tell them what they were doing wrong. Still, I felt uber-smart; there is almost no situation that arises that I know more than someone else. My ego was stroked.
Afterwards Anne gave me food. We ate with Ryan (joy) and I ran off to Physics to flunk my quiz. It was great; I kind of studied, but I misread the first problem which then made all the other problems hard. You know how that is? It was a block on a horizontal surface or something, and the first question was asking what amount of work was done by the rope pulling the block. I gave the answer for net work.
The next I read correctly, asking about the friction force. So that one was correct.
The last one was asking for net force, but asked it in such a way that I was confused and went nearly insane trying to figure out what he was asking. Of course I had already solved that in the first part. Go me. I'm hoping he noticed I am an idiot and only counted off for one, but probably not. Oh well, I won't get a terrible grade since i showed all my work, at least.
After that I attended my first ever art club meeting. I didn't know it existed until Ryan was talking before break. I went and listened to my friend Jon complain about how people join and don't do any work, expecting a free trip. I assured him I was going to do work. He seemed okay with that until I said that I was there representing Anne as well. He didn't appreciate that since "She never answers my emails and she's not active anymore and blah blah blah" I assured him that she was in class right then but if she wasn't she would be there, but otherwise I didn't want to get into it. Hopefully he'll know I'm being genuinely interested.
The club is going to Saint Louis April 23-24. 12 people can go and I am hoping Anne and I can go. The legal aged adults were talking about how they would go dancing and such. I was a little unnerved by that idea, I've never been in that scene. Talking about it to Anne afterwards in class she mentioned how I'd probably get hit on by gross old men. We then decided to pretend we were a married lesbian couple who were extremely jealous so that no one would mess with us. It was just in jest, but a part of me kind of wants to do it just to do it. It would be quite fun, I think.
I came home ad talked to dad a lot, mom bought groceries (funny enough, she bought oreos too- apparently we both had the idea at about the same time) and I attempted to do my environmental reading. *looks at book* Meh. I did a lot. I want cookies.