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Painting, n. The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic. --Ambrose Bierce |
Friday, September 15, 2000 Painting and More Scheduling Well, I didn't get the painting class homework done in time. Nor did I get much sleep; a couple of hours, really. Still, I eventually staggered into class and did some painting. Most of the period was spent making a color chart; the remainder was spent using colors to paint a still life (or, in my case, a fraction of it in extreme close-up). Alas, I spent so much time on the former that I was just getting started on the latter when class ended, so I ended up taking a break for about an hour (during which time I checked my e-mail and bought a brownie from a candy machine), after which I returned to the art classroom and worked on my painting for another hour or two, the results of which were more than a little pathetic, but, hey, nobody's perfect. I guess. Not that I'm quite satisfied with that conclusion, but I was out of energy and patience by that point, and I wasn't going to accomplish anything by staying any longer. Maybe I'll get back to it before the next class, although I doubt I'll have the time. (See, the challenge here was that we weren't allowed to use black or brown paint, although we could mix whatever shades we wanted. Mixing brown is all too easy, but black? Certain combinations of colors were suggested, but all I have to say is "ha." And without black, producing various shades becomes much harder... which was sort of the point, but still.)
Have I mentioned that I started speech therapy on Monday? Well, I did. I've gotta practice saying a bunch of words while drawing out the vowel sounds. Makes me sound kinda like a Southerner, at least in my mind... It seems that the person who interviewed me is the one who's working with me, but I'm also being observed by two grad students. Okay, I can live with that.
Oh, and the Office of Honors and Scholarships e-mailed me and called me, as they want me to make an appointment with them next week, 'cause the internal deadline for the Marshall and the Fulbright is nigh. Not only aren't I ready for this, I don't know when I'm going to have time to meet them. Maybe late Tuesday afternoon, between my drama class, and my meeting with my Provocative Language professor... which reminds me that my first essay for that class is due then at the latest also. Fun. Would late Monday afternoon be better? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Either way, Wednesday is out, 'cause I'm going to the dentist, and Thursday's out, 'cause I have plans for Thursday evening, and I'm not breaking 'em, no matter what the universe comes up with, although past history is clear that it's gonna try its hardest to make me do so. (I'm supposed to be meeting Jen Thursday night, y'see. Murphy's Law is gonna go into hyperdrive.)
Today I pay the rent. Today my dough is spent. I'd better get a loan, and fast, Or else I fear that I won't last. To Financial Aid we go. Bye, guys!
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