Tuesday, March 1, 2005

Ah yes, such is the nature of French class.

Which I improved my mark in by 6% since last term. Yay.
We aren't actually getting our reports until a few weeks from now, despite their being printed and whatnot already.

In other news, my friend is a total jackass. Today went a little like this:

Friend: You know that Gap guy? He's such a total failure.
Gap: *is standing two meters away*

Later...

Friend: That Gap guy is such a failure.
Gap: *is standing two meters away*

And such is the nature of my friend's thoughtlessness and inability to observe people's locations.

Last night, at, like, ten-thirty, my mom came downstairs while I was talking to a couple of certain some ones about a certain specific some one's chem homework, and got mad at me. It was actually really, really funny.

The conversation basically consisted of me lying my face off again and again, barely able to contain my laughter, while she asked me really typical questions.

Overall, the whole ordeal seemed to reveal that they could be anywhere between twenty and fifty years of age and you'd never know!!!

My mom can be really funny, sometimes.

It snowed last night and, though the city was bright enough to clear the roads and sidewalks on time this morning. So it all amounted to nothing but cold feet. Pah.

Surrealism is the coolest thing, but not when you're in an art class populated almost exclusively by idiots who can't even pronounce the word, "Dali". How the hell does any one expect to study surrealism without knowing how to say "Dali"?! Their lives are such bullshit--you can just tell.

Anyway, Dali. We basically read some textbook information and watched a video telling us what we already knew about him. Or, rather, less.
They were all about making the little children laugh at the whole air-tight suit ordeal and the foot-in-milk-bucket thing, along with the whole bit about wearing a lobster on one's head.
Which is all good fun, but that isn't the point of surrealism. (However, you could argue that statement is untrue, since Dali was utterly neurotic, which is probably the only reason he was able to create so many astoundingly unusual images of rotting flesh. Wai!)

...

Just got something in the mail.

It's a sort of post-cardish advert with a picture of Samuel Shing driving a moving truck and it says, "Worry no more,............just give Samuel a call." on the back.

That comma knows nobody needs it. You can just tell by the look in its eyes. Same with all those periods.
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