Tuesday, October 5, 2004

I can bench-press 70 pounds.

Today, art club happened again. This meant that I not only had to face the insult of being "asked" to make a piece a fraction of the size of the one I'd started already but also had to sub'n'bus (w00t for palindromes!1!1!1 *_*) home all by my lonesome self, because Tia had already left. Or wasn't leaving yet--I didn't see her. I hate borrowing student tickets; why can't I just have the correct change on me for once? Now I owe Jennifer a "twenty-five-cent piece", as I heard they are actually supposed to be called. But that just takes too long to say. The faculty of my school is growing increasingly more bitter, it seems. I have *counts* three tests tomorrow, two of which we were only informed about today. But that's enough about school. *** Recently, I have been overcome by the urge to paint. I ought to "kip" (as a certain some one would say) along to the mall and pick some canvaces and acrillycs up, sooner rather than later. My painting at school of Xanaphia is coming along nicely, though it is already overdue, thanks to my having to be out of town for two days. *** I am still stumped as to what to write for that "Students Against Racism" essay contest. Why an essay? Why not simply a piece of writing that isn't a poem within certain length constraints? The world is out to get me: I swear. Also, if any one knows a location with active ROD TV or Saikano (Thanks, Sarah.) torrents, I'd appreciate your bringing its resting place to light. Every one is busy now, so I had to eat lunch alone, but for my one ami, who goes simply by "Kitty" half the time. We had a nice conversation on theocratic governments and why Bush is most definately going to win the election. And no, I was not drawing Neji as a woman, Sammie-chan. O_o"" I think I shall cosplay (Oh, sorry, AN, masquerade...) as Raquelle Cathule at the con a few months from now. I shall start early this year, and hope that at least one or two people will recognize my outfit. It'd be an awful waste if every one thought I was meant to be no one in particular.

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