Lecken der Gesichter

Yesterday, Colin and I had a mini, mini vacation at Thousand Hills.  We swung on the swings and frolicked in the icy water.

It was pretty windy, but beautiful.

Yesterday I had my midterm-grade-committee meeting for my BFA show.  My committee, which consists of Dr. Shoaff, Aaron Fine, and Jim Jereb, gave me a ‘B’ for midterm.  They really liked my paper and how I’ve developed it, but noted that my work was lacking.  That’s fair.  I was expecting a ‘C’.  This will only make me work harder, now, and I already know how I’m going to change this around.  I’m going to get an A.

Last night, I had nightmare after nightmare and I couldn’t wake myself up from them, no matter how hard I tried.  When I woke up this morning, I made myself a rice omelet for breakfast (mainly because we watched Tampopo last night) which made me late for class.  It was 11:25 when I left for my 11:30 class, and as I got on my bike, I slipped, bruising up my cooter.  If what I felt, is what guys feel whenever they get kicked in the nuts,  then shit!  I am SORRY for ever kicking anyone in the nads.  My mons is pretty bruised and it hurt so much initially that I even teared up.  I couldn’t decide whether or not I should slink back home and lay down or be really late for class, slowly and excruciatingly riding my bike.  Well, I went to class only to discuss my most hated poet, Pablo Neruda, and his poetry that we read for homework.  I hate Pablo Neruda. To make matters worse, I got back my midterm and I got a SEVENTY-ONE on it.  WTF.  I didn’t miss a lot of questions on the ID or Multiple choice, but she knocked off so much on my short essays.  On the actual instructions on the test itself, as well as her oral instructions, she said to answer her prompts in 2 paragraphs or less, as thoroughly as possible.  How the heck am I supposed to answer in two or less paragraphs???  Well, I did, and then when she turned back our papers, she told the class that we should have written more.  I hate this class.  No one reads for class, no one cares about what we’re reading or the class in itself, and that attitude has finally rubbed off on me.  World Literature: Politics of Food is a waste of time, and I wish that I had taken something else.

Now, tired from terrible sleep, with my nether-regions bruised, and my academic success hanging in the balance, I have a quiz in German just an hour away.  I can’t wait for this weekend to begin.

1. “I think we’re both deeper than normal people”

—Miley Cyrus about her new boy toy

stupid!

2. Ear infections; currently suffering.  Desperately dripped 50/50 water vinegar mix into my ear canal as a homeopathic remedy.  It works!

3. Getting creeped on by some scary motherfucker at the library who tried to follow me into the ladies room, wtf?!  He even had the audacity to wait for me outside once I left.

4. Popular terms for people finding my blog through search engines today include: ‘samus aran’ with ‘no clothes’ and ‘shirtless long hair‘.  While searching for entries on Google for ‘shirtless long hair’, I found this:

this:

pretty young men

(which I’m confused about.  Is it supposed to be ‘pretty, young men’ or ‘pretty young men’?)

and this:

Daniel Radcliffe Shirtless

(First of all, he doesn’t even have long hair!)

This search also reminded me of Jessica Endaya, using the term, “Topless” rather than “Shirtless” for all sexes.  It must have been a total disappointment for people who found my blog today.

Let’s get real.  If you’re not going somewhere, Spring Break is all about laying around at home, eating whatever shit is around, masturbating and playing video games all day.  Originally, Colin and I had been planning on going to Chicago, but after some thinking, I realized that I needed to work on my show and save money, and he needs to spend some time with his fam (I thought that I had blogged about this weeks ago, but I guess I didn’t).  Well, so this Spring Break, instead of doing things that are relaxing, I’m up to my neck in things for my show.  I can’t get away from it!  I have a committee meeting in just one week from Thursday, and I have no drive to work on my paper.  All I want to do is just hang out, but instead, I’m writing this stupid paper that is already way too long, desperately looking for a scanner that can get higher quality images than I currently have, and research.

So rather than having fun and having buttloads of time to do whatever the fuck I want, my only available free time to blog is from my toilet.  I haven’t even gotten to take a shower today, and it’s 11:30!just a disheveled, overworked greaseball

I guess I did have one redeeming hour today where I just watched Angry Video Game Nerd and Target Women videos.

Going through photobooth, I found some really strange photos of Colin and me in his dorm room.  I have some crazy hair.

lol, I guess Colin’s got some crazy face hair, too

enough of that

Our ride home was fun.  Colin drove and we listened to bad 90s music, played video games when we got to his house, and ate stir fry.  Today’s highlight has been hanging out with my grandma.  It’s been really fun, and I wish we could spend more time with each other.

I’m so stressed out right now, that I want to throw up.  I don’t want to eat.  I feel guilty sleeping. Breathing is difficult.  Everything in my life is suffering right now, and it won’t get better with Spring Break.