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Nov. 8th, 2001 05:29 amDon't you hate it when you color with markers and get "marker hands", where you have splotchy color all over the place and it starts to smear off onto other parts of the paper? I'm doing this annoying assignment I've been putting off which involves a lot of markers. I generally try to avoid markers. They are not my friends. I've put a piece of paper under my hand to stop the smearing, but my fingertips are still yucky. Anyway, when I finish with all the pieces of paper, you will be able to see Botticelli's Venus on the Half-Shell (yes, I know the real name, this one is just more fun) if you hold it up to the light. It's sort of a dissection of elements on tracing paper but the stack makes up a crude version of the real thing.
Oh, and staying up all night for school in the morning, since there is no way I'll get any decent sleep anyway (after sleeping until almost 8PM). Catching up on schoolwork that's been slipping for various reasons (mostly "I didn't know I was supposed to do it", followed just after by "I wasn't feeling up to it for reason X, Y, or Z, where X=too tired, Y=under the weather, and Z=uninspired"). This is boring and disheartening, but at least I am getting stuff done. If I did this stuff when I was supposed to, I wonder if I would have any free time? or would I simply always always always be working on it? I don't know. I've spent my entire life being at least slightly behind on my schoolwork. I have no frame of reference for actually ever being "done with homework". Heh.
In my dreams last night, among other things (some rawther sophisticated), I was stuck in a sort of virtual reality movie (well, in some parts it was actually happening, like a VR game or something, and in others I was watching a movie), based on Jonathan Lethem's Motherless Brooklyn. All I can say is that Robert DeNiro is definitely not my first choice to play Lionel Essrog.
Oh, and staying up all night for school in the morning, since there is no way I'll get any decent sleep anyway (after sleeping until almost 8PM). Catching up on schoolwork that's been slipping for various reasons (mostly "I didn't know I was supposed to do it", followed just after by "I wasn't feeling up to it for reason X, Y, or Z, where X=too tired, Y=under the weather, and Z=uninspired"). This is boring and disheartening, but at least I am getting stuff done. If I did this stuff when I was supposed to, I wonder if I would have any free time? or would I simply always always always be working on it? I don't know. I've spent my entire life being at least slightly behind on my schoolwork. I have no frame of reference for actually ever being "done with homework". Heh.
In my dreams last night, among other things (some rawther sophisticated), I was stuck in a sort of virtual reality movie (well, in some parts it was actually happening, like a VR game or something, and in others I was watching a movie), based on Jonathan Lethem's Motherless Brooklyn. All I can say is that Robert DeNiro is definitely not my first choice to play Lionel Essrog.
