Erk. My alarm clock didn’t go off this morning, and it is now halfway though my art history class. I am dead, dead, dead.
Ha! Have blown a raspberry in the faces of the Public Transportation and Time Management Demons and managed to get to the Philadelphia Museum of Art for my evil Art History paper of Doom. I have no idea what I would have done without Melvin (my digital camera), as the details will be difficult to remember, and I won’t be able to get back to the museum before the paper is due, thanks to wonky museum hours and an inconvenient class schedule. But now I shall conquer with my mighty Priscellian might!
Matt has been cast as Brad in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The mind rebells.
I hope you enjoy fishnets, Matt.
Oooh! Goldmine! I completely forgot that I haven’t done any WIAN work on “Quidditch Through the Ages.” Well, I mean I haven’t posted any. Rachel and I have been exchanging weird French phrases on our note board, and tonight, I gave her “Helas, je me suis transfiguree les pieds,” and when she asked about it, I told her I got it from “Quidditch Through the Ages.” I flipped through the book to find the reference, with mounting glee as I saw the amount of WIAN work I’d already done, yet had forgotten about. After my Art History paper and midterm are behind me, I’ll have to get back to work!
Wow. That’s rather surreal. I just realized that I have never collaborated with Maggie before. TVSP2 will be my first time. (We shall take the world by storm! Huzzah!) And how many times have I every collaborated with Alicey? It’s got to be in the single digits. Zounds.
Ugh. There I was, typing a post about the annoyances of CGing at super-high resolutions for the calendar, when Giselle came into my room, in tears over the recent events in Israel. She kept wailing “Why do they keep killing people?”
What do you say to something like that? How do you comfort someone who lives in fear of something happening to her family, who can’t even go to a restaurant without fear of terrorist activity? Why are people so full of hatred?
Renata = ♥
My Solution to Preventing the Reelection of George W. Bush: Voters must correctly answer a series of current-events questions before being allowed to cast their ballot. If they believe we indeed found any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, their vote does not count. Simple as that. The last thing that man needs is a mandate from the people who don’t know any better.
Apparently, the name for this year’s JETS robot is “Panacea.”
It sounds like “Pancreas.”
Someone seriously needs to keep an eye on those girls back home.