This'll probably be a longer post, since I'm in a writing mood, kiddies. So grab your helmets, pads, and mouth guards buckos 'cause it's time to roll!
First off I'd like to say:
Yeash was that post way Emo or what? I reread that and want to cut myself and listen to Lincon Park!
And moving on:
Today I've learned some very important things at my Center of Knowledge and the Arts. Let's review them point by point in the order they happened so I can get through this and sleep.
Ah sleep, how I miss thee!
1st. Right away in the morning I was subject to the idotic rhetoric of the most annoying class mate ever. This kid thinks he has the highest opinion on everything and should let everyone know about it. He causes lectures that should be twenty minutes at most to painfully linger fourty-five or more.
It has been stated that he has a socially sad case of terrets. If this was true, however, it still wouldn't make him more tollerable. It'd only make me want to punch him a few times less.
However, on the up shot a couple of my class mates that I was able to sway in my arguements in the "Great Granny Debate of '06" (it actually is being called that. Sometimes I'm that cool.) have declared me awesome and I love working with em. I don't know names yet (I'm terrible at em leave me alone) But one is a 6'+ gay (i'm pretty sure) guy that has a great sense of humor and a 4-5' girl that is very pretty and enjoys my company. So there. =P
I'm going to endevor to learn their names and hopefully work with them on later projects.
Oh and before I forget! My Laef (my instructor) told me he loves me! I'm pleased as punch.
2nd. So I found out that my odor isn't offensive and I'm a Stealth Animator!
The story goes as such. A design student in my Color and Design class was relating an anicdote about a conversation she and a couple animators had.
Animator: "Those design girls are all stuck up bitches."
Girl: "Hey don't blame us because we know how to dress and can bathe ourselves."
At which point the class had a good laugh. Bredon (the instructor) laughed as well and reasured her not to worry cause there were no animators in the class. I was silly enough to correct him. At which point everyone was shocked. Apparently I don't meet the dress code and body odor requirement for animation. I guess I'll have to drop out.
All animators are required to have many piercings (anywhere, but mostly in the face), dress all in black or black leather, and bathe so infrequently it makes passerbys want to vomit.
So it was determined that I'm a Stealth Animator.
Meaning that my degree is seen as the geeky and creepy crowd in the school. Umm...It's an art school! Arn't we all rejects and castaways anyway? What the hell? I don't get it. But at least I'm not all that bad =P
3rd and final. It took me two hours to drive home today. It's damn reduckulous. And yes I ment 'duck' not 'dic'.
There was no cock involved.
By saying duck I guess I don't mean mallard, I mean loon. As in 'loon'y. Everyone was driving all crazy like today!
Two damn hours for a fourty minute trip and there was no snow!
Fucking people I swear. Fucking them with my penis in their ears!
Ohkay I guess it did involve 'dic'. I conceed the point.
Whew ohkay that's done. Now I'm gonna sleep up some and maybe check out the Eve of all Hallows' bash at the bar later.
Happy Halloween
-The Pooped Pondering Dragon
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