Oh! I forgot! A shout-out to the coolness of Hockaday’s “History of Art and Music” class and my AP art class last year for making me Cultured and Intelligent.

Today, in Visual Communications, we were talking about ads that tapped into a desire for social status, so a large part of the discussion was the use of famous (and occasionally esoteric) works of art. A few kids and I were naming all of them, geekily rattling off icons like “Botticelli’s ‘Birth of Venus’!” and “Claes Oldenberg!” and “Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’!” and “Pointilism!”. And because of Mrs. McCullough, I will forever pronounce “pointilism” the French way, like “pwaahn-til-ism”, and sound like even more of a dork. At the end of class, Rob (who was sitting in front of me) asked me “How do you know all this stuff?” and I kinda shrugged.

THANK YOU, HAM!

Gravy, I love this class. It always makes me feel so intelligent! Especially today when Professor Messaris called one of my comments “very insightful” and got all glowy and impressed. Life is good. Life is very good.

P.S. I love how it’s become universally accepted that the huge, ugly, abstract red sculpture in the middle of the campus is called “Dueling Tampons.” Does anyone actually know its real name? I heard somewhere that it was supposed to be a representation of the sacrifice of Isaac by Abraham. Go figure.

GAH! I fail!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN! 195 YESTERDAY!

Thanks to that Wilson-loving heretic Rebecca G. for reminding me.

C’mon, Rebecca, Lincoln is so much cooler than Wilson. It’s obvious! In addition to the unequivocal proof voiced by Neil Gaiman (“You want me to say ‘Lincoln is better than Wilson’? … Okay, I just said it.”), he also STARRED IN X2. And his fabulous principles were a running joke in the play I just saw tonight. Give up, Grabman.

*cackles* Oh, the evil! After Ari’s show (which was hilarious and awesome), I stopped by Fresh Grocer, as it’s just a block out of my way coming back from the Hillel building. Ah, the indulgence!

I got: Chocolate soymilk, pineapple juice, dried apricots, sprouted wheat cinnamon raisin bread, and Nutella. Worth twice the sinful pleasure because they’re actually healthy! (Nutella is healthy. Shut up.)

All in all, a great way to end the day.

Not happy just discriminating against gays, Bush now wants a piece of the deaf.

In other news, Barbie dumps Ken.

So I finally tracked down Joan, and as it turns out, she hasn’t been getting my emails, as I sent them to the address in the school directory, which she never checks, rather than the one she gave us the first day of class. (mmm, commas.) Oops. Anyway, when we didn’t find it in her office, she said she’d look for it. I guess all I can do now is wait. *sigh*

But now I’m off to Ari’s show at the Hillel. T’will be crazy fun, he assures me. Hurrah!

*cackles* Rachel received her singing valentine in math class today! She shares the class with Vadim and Carmen, so plenty of embarassment all around. She thought it was hilarious, and has since sworn revenge. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with. XD

Chris: I wonder what percentage of people only celebrate Valentines’ Day because everyone else does.

Rachel: I bet it’s more than 50%.

Chris: It’s ridiculous! They’re only celebrating it cause they think they’re supposed to!

Me: Kinda like voting for John Kerry.

Chris: ::laughs:: Too true.

Holy Expletive.

Last semester, for my drawing class, we had to each check out a book on figure drawing and share the images with the class. We were asked to lend them to Joan, the teacher, for the evening so she could look through them. I have no idea when the rest of the students got theirs back, because I never did. When I didn’t get mine back, I assumed that Joan and our TA had returned the books for us. How thoughtful! I forgot about it entirely until the day AFTER I got home for winter break, when I got a strongly-worded overdue notice. I emailed the teacher, but never got a response.

Since then, I’ve emailed her three more times, been by her office at least 10 times, and went by (and searched) our former classroom at least 5. Today, I got my 7th overdue notice, notifying me that I had racked up $115 in overdue/replacement charges. %^&%*^!!!! (Well $15 in overdue charges, $100 for replacement, so it won’t be that horrible if I can get the book back, but still. GAH!)

WHY WON’T YOU EMAIL ME BACK, JOAN!?!?!!! WHERE ARE YOU? I KNOW YOU’RE STILL TEACHING HERE!

Edit: Okay. I’ve managed to figure out her course schedule, and she teaches painting this afternoon. There are only three or so painting studios, so I can probably find her. Urgh, this is so frustrating.

W00t! First math midterm, over and done with! Why they insist on scheduling it from 7:30 to 9:30 on a day when I’ve already had 6 hours of class (immediately after a 3 hour block, nonetheless) I’ll never know.

It’s over! We did it! *belly checks Wolfman and Clown With the Tear-Away Face*