Wednesday, April 20, 2005

More art class woes, or so it would seem. -_-

You know what one of the funniest things in the world is? When some one (or several some ones) gives a long-winded presentation on part of a certain series of Georgia O'Keeffe paintings, featuring flowers, and totally forgets to point out/notice what they are meant to represent/resemble.
What's funnier is three people, as soon as the speaker announces they, "Do not really know what it was meant to represent," "whispering" the words, "It's a vagina." Only loud enough for half the room to hear.
It's like when people realize what that one Frieda Calo painting is of. *chuckles*


So they chose a new pope. A new, as my friend puts it, "intellectual ex-nazi, who's hardcore against gay people, contraceptives, and women." At least he'll be dead soon, what with his being OLD and all.
As far as I'm concerned, popes should be reminiscent of Santa Claus, not crusty old misogynists. No one needs some old guy preaching hate 24 hours a day. I mean, really, we have enough of that as it is, without the Catholic faith chucking their unwanted two cents in.
Additionally, as it is tradition for feminists to smash the windows of such persons as he, I say Catholicism deserves some celebratory rocks. This one here even says, "FUCK YOU" on it.

I also find it hilarious how the media was trying to make a big deal out of the conclave breaking for lunch, the other day. It also pisses me off, however, as there is more important shit going down in the world than some old misguided geezers relieving themselves of their hunger pangs.
My friend has been through some serious shit recently--shit far more substantial than anybody's lunch break.

So, you know what, Religion? Go bang yourself.


In other news, I finally told my strings teacher the intellectual equivalent of "screw you" by not going to orchestra practice. Because I'm tired of listening to a) crappy music and b) her bitching all the time. My god, she started screaming yesterday--screaming--because my friend told her something was in 3/8 time, not 6/8. How can people get so worked up over something so trivial?! GAH! I mean out loud, in person, of course. >_>"
But, really, giving yourself a hernia over being corrected on a freaking time signature. Get over it--I mean, there are old men having lunch in the world!


Also, it has come to my attention that my one friend gave my other friend the URL of this blog, so a few ass-kickings are in order if any one else gets it, in turn.


I have to compile a five minute presentation on either "Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress" or "The Picture of Dorian Gray" for tomorrow and I haven't even started! Yay! And I have to create a "time capsule" for each, as well.
If I do the former, I will need tennis shoes, an alarm clock, and...ox blood. For the latter, I'll need a paintbrush, a pallet knife, and...I have no idea. The pallet knife would be pretty weak a thing to include, anyway. I think I'll go with "Balzac etc...".

The irritating thing is my teacher assigned this project suddenly, very recently, and in scant detail. No one has started--I repeat, no one. God damn and I have to memorize the phrase "l'effet de serre" by tomorrow, to avoid writing "l'effet de la maison verte" on my French test, tomorrow.-_- Yes, and I did do that the first time because it was better than writing nothing, thank you.


Ahaha, I'm so screwed for my 30% math final... *dies*
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