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Oct. 9th, 2001 07:25 pmquel jour.
got up 2 hours early. tired. showered and got ready and STILL managed to leave late! no kidding. i lost track of time in the last 20 minutes or so. i need a clock in the bathroom.
writing was boring today. a girl whose poetry i'm not crazy about, but which generally gets a positive response from the rest of the class, was on the chopping block. the only thing i do like about her work is her strong undercurrent of sensuality, but all those insinuations are ignored in the critiques by most of the rest of the class. one of the poems that we discussed today was a very bald description of masturbation and a vague comparison to writing, and of course the prof, who is normally somewhat suggestive, wanted to switch it around so that the sex was barely suggested and the writing was paramount. as a sex poem it was hot, as a commentary on the act of writing it was meh.
went to art and almost everybody thought portfolios were due thursday. the handful of ppl who brought them in today got extra credit. i did not. i drew a bottle. i went to the library and photocopied articles on terry gilliam and eiko ishioka and superflat art and current feminist art and man ray's photos of early giacometti sculptures and so on. i have to do summaries of five articles. so i spent a while paging through whatever issues of Graphis, Print, ArtNews, and Art in America that caught my eye. I'll do the fifth article from Juxtapoz though I doubt that will induce the library to carry it.
chiropractor's after that. momster had an appointment. i ate all of kelli's m&m's while i was waiting, and she didn't mind.
then dragged tired asses to the mall and picked up boots.
then dragged tired asses to gourmet market and picked up many many soup mixes, among other edibles.
then dragged tired asses to vet's to pick up D-cat's ashes.
then dragged tired asses home.
i had a sudden pain in my gut. muscle cramps. not girly cramps, though it felt like it. gas? a cyst? ovulation? i tried to go into kinko's to do copies for my next project. not happening; rather than fall to my knees with my new portfolio breaking my fall, i steeled my resolve and made it back to the car. i didn't cry. i hated the bumps in the road. i hated movement, trying to walk, having to see the sky, not being at home curled into a ball. then i got home and curled up and soon recovered. i went to the market and the vet feeling like i had a stomach full of rocks and guitar picks and scrabble tiles. (yum!)
but now i am OK.
and mmm. it's Buffy night.
got up 2 hours early. tired. showered and got ready and STILL managed to leave late! no kidding. i lost track of time in the last 20 minutes or so. i need a clock in the bathroom.
writing was boring today. a girl whose poetry i'm not crazy about, but which generally gets a positive response from the rest of the class, was on the chopping block. the only thing i do like about her work is her strong undercurrent of sensuality, but all those insinuations are ignored in the critiques by most of the rest of the class. one of the poems that we discussed today was a very bald description of masturbation and a vague comparison to writing, and of course the prof, who is normally somewhat suggestive, wanted to switch it around so that the sex was barely suggested and the writing was paramount. as a sex poem it was hot, as a commentary on the act of writing it was meh.
went to art and almost everybody thought portfolios were due thursday. the handful of ppl who brought them in today got extra credit. i did not. i drew a bottle. i went to the library and photocopied articles on terry gilliam and eiko ishioka and superflat art and current feminist art and man ray's photos of early giacometti sculptures and so on. i have to do summaries of five articles. so i spent a while paging through whatever issues of Graphis, Print, ArtNews, and Art in America that caught my eye. I'll do the fifth article from Juxtapoz though I doubt that will induce the library to carry it.
chiropractor's after that. momster had an appointment. i ate all of kelli's m&m's while i was waiting, and she didn't mind.
then dragged tired asses to the mall and picked up boots.
then dragged tired asses to gourmet market and picked up many many soup mixes, among other edibles.
then dragged tired asses to vet's to pick up D-cat's ashes.
then dragged tired asses home.
i had a sudden pain in my gut. muscle cramps. not girly cramps, though it felt like it. gas? a cyst? ovulation? i tried to go into kinko's to do copies for my next project. not happening; rather than fall to my knees with my new portfolio breaking my fall, i steeled my resolve and made it back to the car. i didn't cry. i hated the bumps in the road. i hated movement, trying to walk, having to see the sky, not being at home curled into a ball. then i got home and curled up and soon recovered. i went to the market and the vet feeling like i had a stomach full of rocks and guitar picks and scrabble tiles. (yum!)
but now i am OK.
and mmm. it's Buffy night.
