Damn, last day of the month? You mean, I went through June without A/C? Goes to show my level of insanity. Getting it fixed next week, probably. No, not probably. Absolutely. I'll be out of town over the weekend of the 9th and A/C is essential for the cats. And for me, hell. I'll be home all week; my final for English is this Friday.
I dropped the watercolor class for the second summer session. What a relief. Don't know what I was thinking. I'd love to take watercolor some other time though, maybe in the spring. Hope my refund shows up soon.
Balwearie, I detest group activities in class and always have. It doesn't enhance my "learning experience," you know? I could give a shit about my classmates, for the most part: don't care what they think, don't want to converse with them. Plus, like you said, the "Cari's" always rear their ugly heads at such times, "I'm the only one who knows anything, so I'm taking over thankyouverymuch." I dropped a class once because our grades depended on the outcome of a group project. Groups make me feel helpless and impotent. I'd much rather sink or swim on my own.
Thursday, June 30, 2005, 10:26 AM
I painted for a bit and then went back to bed. :-)
The VA urology department sent me a letter, printed on yellow paper. I'm not kidding. It's an instruction sheet with forms to fill out. I'm supposed to keep a pee diary, noting what times I go and how much. I'm not peeing into my measuring cups -- EW. So I guess I'll have to drive to the hospital just to get one of theirs. Anyway, throughout this yellow document is the word "pee," in quotes. It's like, are we too stupid to know what "urinate" means? I mean, when doctors talk about bowel movements, they don't say "poo-poo."
I'm interested in learning about airbrushing, because I'm certain that some doll artists use it, and there's a guy at the art supply store who might know where I can find a class. I'm supposed to give him a call and I've forgotten so far. The guy's name is Chester, and into my head popped "Chester the Molester," and it won't go away. Fuck.
I scraped my thigh pretty good trying to navigate around this stupid apartment. Looks like jeans for the remaining two days of class.
Got some new toys for da kitties, and a new litterbox with a drawer for collecting used litter clumps. One new thing, or things, rather, is a dozen little mice made from rabbit fur that have leather tails. The cats are treating them as if they're real, carrying them around. I've never seen them go so nuts for a toy before. You think with their own toys, they'll leave my toys alone? Probably not.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 4:42 AM
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Groups... grrrr... Fortunately, that sort of thing doesn't happen enough in college to have a lasting effect on your grade. You took the right approach.
I've been interested in learning about airbrushing as well. I have a friend who's an artist and knows purty much near everythin' there is to know about such things. I don't know how much air brushing he's done, but it would be highly amusing to watch him paint a doll.
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