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I'm really tired. Being awake for 22 hours will do that to you.

Writing class was interesting today. It focussed more on whether one girl who is a classical cellist and also alterna-punky should "tone down" her appearance for auditions and settle in to being the departmental Freak in a conservative school, or either go elsewhere or do something else, than it did on her story that sparked this conversation. Conservative Twit Hockey Star who sits behind me thinks that everyone who puts blue streaks in their hair is doing it for attention. Nothing said could pound it into his head that some people just do it because they think blue is a pretty color.

Anyway, the prof announced what people need to turn in to pass the class (we have a word number requirement, more or less), and when he got to me he said, "Now, I wish there were a way to give a higher grade than A+ to a student, because she [meaning me] has really earned it with this one. You guys are going to critique it on Tuesday, but you'd better get out your fine-toothed combs and magnifying glasses, because you're going to have a hard time figuring out what the problems are." (YAY!) I spouted, "Oh, I know what the problems are, I'm just curious as to whether other people see the same problems or I'm just being too hard on myself." People were practically rubbing their hands together in nefarious glee, looking to toss me medicine balls in the stomach (since I'm a "strong critic"). Well, I guess we'll see.

Then on to art, where I found out that ALL my stuff is due in FIVE DAYS. That means I have to complete one major assignment per day. I thought I had another 2 weeks, so I am about to cryyyyyy. Well, there are these four paintings that aren't due for another two weeks. But that's still a lot to have done by Tuesday. and I have to have 5 more portfolio pieces prepared by Thursday, too. MEH.

Now I'm tired and about to go to the post office to mail some stuff and pick up my Japanese Blythe doll. Books I ordered from Amazon also came; an art book (Mark Ryden) and some graphic novels and Diana Vreeland's autobiography and Erika Lopez's They Call Me Mad Dog.

After that I plan to sleep a lot, if my intravenous consumption of coffee and Wild Cherry Pepsi hasn't made it impossible.