Goody. This is "extra-credit weekend", which means that all students are going to work their fingers to the bone on massive quantities of art. At times like this, I really wish I had a roommate to use as a reference. At the moment, I'm starting an oil painting from a photograph (bad Priscellie!): Natalie, the Rebecca clone, from the Gaiman-fest. Hurrah! I'm also racking my brains for things to draw. Charcoal, hurrah.

I'm taking the evening off, however. At Renata's repeated jabs with a stick, I have decided to go see "Urinetown". And I'm going to eat at the Stardust Diner, the restaurant where Jonathan Larson worked. Yes, I am a complete loser. XD And after reading that it closes September 1st, I want to see "Private Lives" tomorrow. Let the stalkage begin! This shall be my theatre weekend. Perhaps "Chicago" on Sunday? Gravy. Of course, I haven't seen anything in the four weeks I've been here, so it's justified.

I have also decided that the title of God shall be bequeathed to whoever comes up with a subway system thingie where you can just select the station nearest you and your location, and it gives you precise details on how to get there with minimum fuss. Like a MapQuest for subways. Maps are confusing. ::sigh::

Meanwhile, books of choice at the moment are Sandman III (picked up V-VI last night. Curse expensive graphic novels!), A Clockwork Orange (much more intriguing than the movie), and Nickel and Dimed (required reading for school, meh). The Comic Book Guy at B&N was spot-on when he said that the first two Sandman graphic novels were okay, but starting with the 3rd, they get far better. Both storylines and art are far superior to the first two. Tra la.

Scary moment of the day: My mom tells me that last week, she thought she was pregnant. She's going through menopause, and therefore is encountering strange side effects from the hormone replacement pills she's taking. Of course, all is merry, for it was a false alarm, but still, it's frankly terrifying to imagine that your mom could possibly be pregnant. Are my parents taking advantage of having an empty house to themselves? I know that I exist and my sister exists, but thinking about what was required for us to come into existance is mind-scarring. Yeep?

So that's my nice, long blog entry of the day. Hurrah.