i started school this week. it's wasn't that bad.
my computer illustration class is pretty rad, and the art100 class is cool. it'll be nice to actually know what i'm going in photoshop and stuff.
the only thing that sucks about my sewing class is that i'm fat. i don't like being measured in public, let alone in front of the class. . .she didn't say anything out loud, but i still hated it.
friday sucked hard. my class, computer art100, it's on the second floor of the F building. i get there and the teacher says if you don't have the book you have today you won't be able to join class and if your not in class today you'll have to drop it. so a few other kids and my self got up went to the book store for the book.(which is a few building away, and in teh basment, down stairs, we all know how i feel about those)
when i got there and was ready to pay for the book i gave'em my merms card, cause she pays for my books, and this was never a problem before but this time they ask for i.d. i told them it was my moms card and they can call her right now and tell you i can use this card. they fucking kid tells me he's not aloud to do that, he can't call. wtf? i even told him that i would have to drop the class if i didn't have this book today/1 the stupid wanker still didn't call her. pffffft!!!
i go back to class and tell carolin, the teacher, that they won't take my mom's card cause i don't have her last name. she tells me to go back down there and meet up with a lady named Pat Guss, she's already there helping another student get her book. i go all the way back to the book store. when i get there i ask someone for Pat, she doesn't know who she is so the clerkgirl went to ask someone else, that someone else asked the manager and no one knows who the fuck this Pat lady is. i go back up to the class room and tell Carolin that i couldn't find Pat, and no one knew who she was. she called the book store and told the manager that i need to buy this book and blah blah blah i have to walk down mass amounts of stairs again. go to the book store, find the book again, get back in the line, go up to pay for it again, and the friggin guy ask for i.d. again, but this time i just tell him that my teacher called the manager. i went back to class and everything was fine after that.. but what a stressful start. it just kind of fucked up my whole day. i just had the one class, but it was from 9 in the morn to 5 in the eve. we got out at 3:30 on the first day. then i had to drive home in rush hour traffic.
so.. yea.. school.. not totally bad, but deffinatly could have been better.
i'm gonna try to sleep now.
<5diz
my computer illustration class is pretty rad, and the art100 class is cool. it'll be nice to actually know what i'm going in photoshop and stuff.
the only thing that sucks about my sewing class is that i'm fat. i don't like being measured in public, let alone in front of the class. . .she didn't say anything out loud, but i still hated it.
friday sucked hard. my class, computer art100, it's on the second floor of the F building. i get there and the teacher says if you don't have the book you have today you won't be able to join class and if your not in class today you'll have to drop it. so a few other kids and my self got up went to the book store for the book.(which is a few building away, and in teh basment, down stairs, we all know how i feel about those)
when i got there and was ready to pay for the book i gave'em my merms card, cause she pays for my books, and this was never a problem before but this time they ask for i.d. i told them it was my moms card and they can call her right now and tell you i can use this card. they fucking kid tells me he's not aloud to do that, he can't call. wtf? i even told him that i would have to drop the class if i didn't have this book today/1 the stupid wanker still didn't call her. pffffft!!!
i go back to class and tell carolin, the teacher, that they won't take my mom's card cause i don't have her last name. she tells me to go back down there and meet up with a lady named Pat Guss, she's already there helping another student get her book. i go all the way back to the book store. when i get there i ask someone for Pat, she doesn't know who she is so the clerkgirl went to ask someone else, that someone else asked the manager and no one knows who the fuck this Pat lady is. i go back up to the class room and tell Carolin that i couldn't find Pat, and no one knew who she was. she called the book store and told the manager that i need to buy this book and blah blah blah i have to walk down mass amounts of stairs again. go to the book store, find the book again, get back in the line, go up to pay for it again, and the friggin guy ask for i.d. again, but this time i just tell him that my teacher called the manager. i went back to class and everything was fine after that.. but what a stressful start. it just kind of fucked up my whole day. i just had the one class, but it was from 9 in the morn to 5 in the eve. we got out at 3:30 on the first day. then i had to drive home in rush hour traffic.so.. yea.. school.. not totally bad, but deffinatly could have been better.
i'm gonna try to sleep now.
<5diz
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When Pig Champion from Poison Idea died a few years back(he was well ...huge) Someone photoshopped a pic of him playing live and on the picture it said "Heroes are remembered forever, but legends never DIEt" I prefer to look at life like that. This also remidns me of the F.Y.P. song "Beauty Industy Dum", "Don't you know you really are something, it's too bad looks are everything, Doesn't it suck being under all the heroes, Doesn't it suck just being a zero" I dunno why, every time I talk to someone about topics like this that song just runs through my mind.
Oh it's happening. I'm aiming for the spring. But maybe before then. I don't have a deifnate date yet or anything, probably after I see Subhumans in September and Youth Brigade and Naked Raygun at the fest in October. If you ever see me iN Arizona, come ssay hi.