Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Staying Solid
9月 2日 「火曜日」
This past week and a half has been a real drain on me. I'm tired and even having to battle my subconsciousness in my sleep now, too. I must be passing that imaginary limit I've decided I must have somewhere, the one I usually have a go with every couple of months.

Right now I'm looking over an application I picked up from Aaronbrothers. I've never considered working there, but I could use the discount on markers and drawing tools. A girl I had in my summer math class is working there (Jen).

She looks a lot taller now, ...then again every time I spoke with her before, we were both sitting outside. Jen was actually the one who gave me the application. I'm hoping for a recommendation but I'd feel weird asking. She said to bring it back during the hours she was working, was that implying that she'd put in a good word? Probably not. My schedule won't allow for that anyway. She works from 3pm-9pm and my classes run from 3pm to just about 10. Oh enjoyable night classes.

Either way, I might feel better handing the thing in to her than anyone else.

I need to find the Nirvana shirt Cota gave me a while back. Playing with charcoal in class is apparently putting my clothes at risk for damage and Mr. Pirl suggested we all bring in an old shirt or something to protect what we're wearing. Not that I don't care about the condition Kurt is in or anything, but the shirt is big enough to cover most of myself with and it's black . . . What can charcoal really do to it?

I think I'm endangering myself of getting on the teacher's bad side like I did in English. Pirl was explaining to the class about "sight majoring" or something today, and he ushered for everyone to move over somewhere behind him but I stayed by my easel and he stopped himself during the demonstration to raise an eyebrow at me and ask, "I'm going to assume you've heard of this before and know what you're doing?" And I said, "Yes," because I had and I did, but then realized that could have come off as "I know everything." Maybe. Also, I don't know how hard it is to look at a rectangular box from an angle and transfer it onto paper.

I need to remember it's Begin Drawing, though. x__x"

Anyway: I did some homework before class. The assignment was to experiment and basically mess around with the drawing utensils and the only image I liked was done with a giant Sharpie pen that was scribbled out in a matter of seconds. I felt like a five year old with the charcoal and probably looked as dirty as one. My hands were filthy and every time I reached to grab my coffee I'd leave fingerprints on the cup. It was disgusting-looking.


The smudges were unnecessary but I wanted to
get any amount of black dust off my fingertips.
My attempt was in vain.



Mood: Mentally and physically tired
Listening to: Elliot Smith
Drinking: vitaminwater
Reading:

Thank you, Ross. :)
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