Do you think anyone would guess at first blush that this is a parody of the 20th Century Fox logo? Bah. Anyway, that’s what the JETS t-shirt is going to look like. Except the lines aren’t so sharply aliased in the real thing. They’re pretty and smooth. Hurrah for blue shirts and yay for the 10th anniversary of the B.E.S.T. competition!
(Yes, it’s ugly, but I had to do it in two hours. Bah.)
Goodness! More quotes! As soon as my life gets to a healthy level of sanity, I’m going to update the actual archive. Hurrah!
Chungy: Why do teachers get a sick satisfaction out of seeing students in pain?
Loh: It’s not the pain, it’s the overly dramatic reaction to it that we like.
Ah dun math on it!
You’re going to be the only girl on Broadway who knows the Heine-Borel theorem!
Mr. Dubsky: Imagine a room filled with an infinite number of blankets–
Me: A room of infinite blankets? Oh, Mr. Dubsky, not first period on a Monday morning…
Think about French people when you draw it. It makes it easier.
…And in the end, the force you take is equal to the force you make.
Marcelina: I like mu! It’s the first letter of my name!
Me: Mu-celini?
Marcelina: Who was Schrodinger?
Me: He did experiments with dead cats.
There’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a little love and a hammer.
…so if you drink coffee, you lose your wobble?
Loh: So how would you measure your mass in space?
Me: You hit them with a baseball bat and see how fast they go.
Loh: So you take your calibrated baseball bat…
Score! Another A- from She-Who-Never-Gives-A’s! Man, I love English class this year…
The Day’s Non-Sequitors:
Well, my “to do” list is slowly being accomplished, with the exception of website updation. I did the JETS t-shirt designs yesterday between school and Dido and Aeneas rehearsals (2 hours), which really wasn’t enough time, but they look cool enough anyway, so I’m not letting it bother me. I’ll post the graphics later in my LJ.
Also found my “Yellow Submarine” CD this morning! Happiness!
DSL still down, which means I’m stuck using HAL until we figure out why *my* computer isn’t working, but the rest of the computers in the hous *are*. ::pats Jimmy despondently:: HAL’s keyboard is ultra-evil, and I have to absolutely hammer down on the keys if I want any output. Blegh. Any resultant typoes are therefore not my fault.
I took my breastplate to school yesterday to see if Mrs. McCullough would let me work on it in class (no, as expected), and I found that it has the potential to be an excellent snack bowl. Grungification of the JETS notebook has given me ideas for how to grunge up the breastplate, as well. Of course, then I remembered that because Angua’s is… er… “custom made”, it probably wouldn’t be as worn and beaten up as, say, Nobby’s. Drat.
Eyes woobly from staring through magnifying loupe all night… walking into walls… painful sockets… doom in general. Maybe I can wake up early and finish it. Or something. Seeing as I have about an hour and a half of loupe-gazing to do..
Today’s Accomplishments:
1. Doodled in class
2. Explained the workings of our robot to various small children, namely Middle School Math/Science Club. Hurrah, converts.
3. Figured out why I keep getting evil marks on my photographs — the chemistry we use in the school darkrooms is evil and incompatible with my cool paper. Losers.
4. Printed sample program cover for DotM after class.
5. Showed it to Mrs. Felice, who loved it.
6. Brainstormed for ideas to mesh with her suggestions. Suceeded.
7. Went to JETS, where I staked out my territory by writing in blue sharpie “Priscilla’s Nook” on a hammered-out piece of printer metal. Added subtitle “Don’t you go messin’ with my nook, yo” on Marcelina’s influence. Hung it from the ceiling with Seine Twine. “My Territory” is a nice, exclosed space I stayed when working on the notebook. I used the table saw as a computer bench.
8. Returned to Jesuit, dragging Ashley with me, for my measurements sheet. Saw various people performing. They absolutely rock. This show is going to be amazing.
9. Spent promised 45 min. on JETS t-shirt logo. Still not even close to finishing.
10. Worked my tail off on art project. On 4th square out of 5. Due tomorrow. Kill me now.
I know the lyric is supposed to be “hold you in his arms ’till you can feel his disease”, but I keep hearing “armchair”. Is this a problem?
I was bored in English class today. Featuring a badly-drawn Dream (how do I make it look like those aren’t sunglasses?), a random Death eye, and a very amused-looking Delirium. From Sandman, doncha know.
::wibbles:: Where is my “Yellow Submarine” CD? If I left it in the art room, I’m going to be upset.