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School. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. What a day. Leave at 8, come home at 8. Luckily, I won't be doing something quite that extreme regularly. The day started with RAIN. So much rain. The bus took an extra half hour going over the hill, but I'd left an hour early, so was fine. Saw my favorite SG while waiting in the art hallway. Entered art history class to be promptly booted out by teacher that says "there's no way in HELL you're getting in if you're adding" (not directed directly at me, but that would have made for quite a show, huh?) and then ran over to the acting class to get booted out of that one as well. Despair! Almost. Went and got noodles, then entered John's class, and nearly half the people there are trying to add. But I got in. Oh yeah. Then went to another art history class, slightly more rewarding since the teacher didn't kick me out immediately, only warned that adding may be difficult (note to self: write her a sweet email tonight) and then had an hour to killl, went to comc store, which DIDN'T have the new Wet Moon book. So I cried. And got dinner at my favorite bento place. Ate the whole fucking thing. Then went to intro to film, which is taught by a short little fat faggy movie critic of a man, and i think i have a crush on him. Mehehe...
But also! if you're on the sjsu campus you've got to pick up a FREE copy of Access, because... you must. I've illustrated two of the articles in the back. In full bleeding color.
I'm so tired. Coming down hard from a long day and some good amount of excitement. While last semester I knew nobody and had to resort on my best judgement to try and make conversation with only the prettiest of girls I could find, this time I see art students I know everywhere I go. We're like ants. Or crabs. Or herpes. Everywhere.
Yes. Tired.
School. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. What a day. Leave at 8, come home at 8. Luckily, I won't be doing something quite that extreme regularly. The day started with RAIN. So much rain. The bus took an extra half hour going over the hill, but I'd left an hour early, so was fine. Saw my favorite SG while waiting in the art hallway. Entered art history class to be promptly booted out by teacher that says "there's no way in HELL you're getting in if you're adding" (not directed directly at me, but that would have made for quite a show, huh?) and then ran over to the acting class to get booted out of that one as well. Despair! Almost. Went and got noodles, then entered John's class, and nearly half the people there are trying to add. But I got in. Oh yeah. Then went to another art history class, slightly more rewarding since the teacher didn't kick me out immediately, only warned that adding may be difficult (note to self: write her a sweet email tonight) and then had an hour to killl, went to comc store, which DIDN'T have the new Wet Moon book. So I cried. And got dinner at my favorite bento place. Ate the whole fucking thing. Then went to intro to film, which is taught by a short little fat faggy movie critic of a man, and i think i have a crush on him. Mehehe...
But also! if you're on the sjsu campus you've got to pick up a FREE copy of Access, because... you must. I've illustrated two of the articles in the back. In full bleeding color.
I'm so tired. Coming down hard from a long day and some good amount of excitement. While last semester I knew nobody and had to resort on my best judgement to try and make conversation with only the prettiest of girls I could find, this time I see art students I know everywhere I go. We're like ants. Or crabs. Or herpes. Everywhere.
Yes. Tired.
and no, i don't know that last thing you asked...
I left you a note in the locker. Also a mini-flip book. I hope I haven't already showed you that one. I miss you. I can't believe we don't have any class days together. I mean. EVERYONE has classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but the one person I'd really like to see in the hallway only has classes on Monday/Wednesday/Friday??!
Sorry to hear about all the adding-rejection madness. Those are our tax dollars at work. Everything's impacted, and it just gets worse, so just be a GE hog. Art History especially. Take anything you can get.
I'm looking forward to the day I get my long-coveted G4, then I can harass you with IMs during class. Maybe.
I choose to be compared to herpes. It's always had this sort of romantic cadence to it. For me, anyway. "Crabs" or even "Human Papilloma Virus" just doesn't roll off your tongue in quite the same way.
... ew.