the best thing since instant noodle cups

so i get these emails from school, usually filled with junk i ignore-but-will-regret-ignoring-later-when-i-become-unemployed-with-a-BFA. most of them are about how the school is cutting back funds for our inconvenience so that they put more money into construction and make campus look prettier OR about another day, another dollar added to our tuition. or ten dollars. okay twenty. but instead of ignoring the links in the email today, i clicked on one that said “shorter days getting you down?” because honestly? the days do feel shorter and i am getting pretty down about not having accomplished much because i am now officially addicted to watching Ugly Betty. and ignoring my two 8-10 page papers.

and this is how i discovered religion-on-the-go. apparently our school offers religious help without having you make the effort to go to a church/temple/mosque! these guys are called chaplains and will come to you if you are in need of spiritual advice. maybe i’ll try them all, maybe i’ll just be amused and have a good chuckle. but it’s a genius idea, for people who are feeling a lot more depressed or stressed than i.

forgive me father, for i have skipped class on monday and today, giving myself a 4.75 day weekend, from friday til this morning, then continuing from noon until 4 when i had to leave for work. is there anyway to repent for missed classes? i think not, but i will just have to try.

i miss the summer when i could just hang out with my boyfriend all day :(

oh, boyfriends.

hehehe after dinner

anyway… turns out that the cell phone i found is my friend’s. she’s crazy! she lost two cellphones in one weekend, her own on friday and this one that i found is actually her sister’s, which she borrowed and lost on saturday haha… good thing i kept it for her!

midterm tomorrow. more like 3/4 of the term exam.. pain in the butt. sigh…

october was a good month

talk about a lucky streak! i won something (again!) last night at 686 :D it was a very interesting night, full of weird adults in equally weird costumes. first, oscar and i went to pick up luzzy, then we arrived downtown super early like the losers we are, and sat in the car for half an hour because we drove by 686 and it wasn’t even OPEN. by the time we walked to the club, there was a lineup already (where did these people come from… we have no idea) and matt couldn’t find his driver’s license. after we devised a cunning plan to grease the bouncer, matt magically finds his stupid driver’s license and we get in -_- there were a lot of cats (like me) and only two other bunnies (like luzzy) and no other flava flav’s like leo hahaha… we also saw a plug with her outlet, a fook-mi and fook-yu, a sailor, two nurses, a bunch of french maids and a lot of weird people dressed as anime characters that are really hard to guess… so we drank a bit, visited the infamous smoke room and danced.

somehow we stumbled upon a treasure chest with a lock on it, accompanied by a card that says “the key is in the walls”. well duh, there were like a hundred combinations graffiti’d on the wall… i figured my chances were slim because the lock seemed to be stuck, but i tried the combination behind the table, AND IT OPENED!!!!!!!!

so i opened it, and it says i won 100 dollars gift certificate to BOYS’ CO and free cover for me and 5 friends for the next 3 weeks -_- totally useless to me because next week we’re going to celebrities, and i have papers and finals coming up the following weeks ._. maybe i can sell it? who knows. following that stroke of good luck, i also found a wet 20 bill on the floor (icky, but its money!) and to my surprise, a red moto krzr. all that stuff is shoved into my purse, and we all took pictures with norman the tiger and whoever else showed up later… we left the club at around 1:30 and dropped luzzy off back home :)

passed out for a good 8 hours, and woke up… the phone i found had 34 missed calls because i put it on silent. i called the number and the girl was very grateful when i said i found her phone.

brain not working well today. dimsum was good. mmm. sleepy.

it’s the little things that count

so we presented our photomontages today. some good laughs with lok afterward, but overall it’s the same as every week. this week is different. the guy who actually has some form of intellect in my class (as compared to the rest of the pretentious dickheads), the guy who’s artwork is quite amazing, he actually likes my work. i had more direction this time and knew what i wanted to portray… and it felt really good when he leaned over the forever-napping karin, and quietly told me that he likes my piece.

made my day :)

so the prof told us to bring things to make sculpture next week, or what he prefers to call “assemblage”… i was thinking of bringing a d1ldo, but then i figured i would have to go out to buy one, and it would be too damn expensive to just glue to something else or whatever.

seriously now.

i was stupid and stood infront of my lecture hall for 5 minutes too long. the prof saw me and i had to go in, or else i would be forever known as the girl who skipped class AND SHALL FOREVER BE CONDEMNED BECAUSE I SAW YOU STANDING BY THE DOOR 2 MINUTES BEFORE CLASS STARTED. bah. so i went, it was a pretty big mistake because i just left feeling that much dumber and dirty, because it’s against my principles to let my brain cells die so quickly and paying so much money to cause this dumb-ification. the questions he asked today were more ridiculous than the ones before, WHAT IS A PHOTOGRAPH, and, ultimately, how it is different from a painting. yeah, sure, it would create some interesting discussion, but since all his questions for lecture are vague and semi-rhetorical, my conclusion for this professor (and this course he teaches) is that HE COULD BE REPLACED BY A MONKEY AND I WOULD LEARN THE SAME AMOUNT. he’s regurgitating the stuff i am learning from modern art history and it makes me want to shoot all th pretentious dickheads in my class when i have to hear them talk about their deep insights to what a photograph is. why i keep attending his lectures? this time it’s because of bad luck. or else i would’ve bounced out of there like a kangaroo to a … whatever it is a kangaroo eats.

i swear i won’t go to his lecture next week, it’s a promise i make to my poor, little brain cells.

ANYWAY. i just heard about how the gay club i will be going to next weekend for a birthday, and am TRES EXCITED!! and i quote, “boys and girls use the same washroom, but the girls washroom is used by girlish boys. and there are men who stand on the bar and dance for a few hours, in little tiny shirts”

tee hee!

edit this is what i am presenting tomorrow… sigh.

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