::facepalms:: I was trying to write that the depiction of Mary Magdalene in one of the scenes was more-or-less Biblically accurate. What I typed was “this scene was relatively true to canon.”
Fandom has eaten my brain.
Renata asks “What kind of fruit are you?”
I say that I am a pineapple, because I am “rare, costly, and luxuuuuurious.” I have an unusual shape, and I can be dangerous if not well-prepared. What kind of fruit are you?
And now, back to my paper! *swooshes*
Great. Just great. My raw score was 37 on my Math midterm. The class average was 46. Looks like we totally kicked the heiney of last year’s class, where the average was 43.
I really need to talk to Amy about the possibility of switching classes. In my copious free time, of course.
Halfway done with my paper! And plenty more to write! Woo-hoo! God smiles upon me this day.
I cannot WAIT to get this man out of office.
::stands up, raises both arms over head, flexes, and assumes a Russian accent::
I AM INVINCIBLE!
::is killed by liquid nitrogen::
Go me! Finished my drawing! I only spent 5 hours on it as opposed to 6, but what my art teacher doesn’t know can’t hurt her. Now, back to art history!
Have written one page, and I’m still in the introduction. Go me! Now if I can figure out a way to write one page for each panel (HA!), I’m home free.
::happy sigh:: I’m so glad I went to Hockaday. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have a chance on this paper. If there’s one thing I learned at that school, it’s how to BS. I pity tha foo without proper BSing skills.
Dead, dead, dead, cont’d:
Due Tomorrow: 6-hour negative space drawing
Due Wednesday: 5-page Art History paper on a really obscure aspect of an obscure painting, which will be incredibly difficult to BS into 5 pages. I could write what I want to write in one sentence.
Due Friday:
Next Wednesay: Art History midterm, which is absolutely huge and intimidating. I have to be able to identify names, artists, dates, relevant details, and socioeconomic/political connections to the comissioner for just under 100 works of art.
Girls, I hope you’ll forgive me for not working on the VSP next week.
Erk. My alarm clock didn’t go off this morning, and it is now halfway though my art history class. I am dead, dead, dead.