I. Hate. Mondays.
Jan. 24th, 2005 06:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidYou know the drill. It's Monday, I'm tired, I don't want to go to class. It's foggy and damp outside, so I really don't wanna go. As usual, I meant to get a billion things done this weekend, and I fell short of my goals. I did get some things done, but only a couple instead of the tons and tons I'd hoped to do. Like my Art reading. I sort of forgot to do that.
In a way I almost like my Algebra II class more than my art class. Art is pretty much mind-numbing; we spent 50 minutes Friday looking at slides. *yawn* At least in Algebra I was required to think, copy stuff down, work out problems...etc. Art is going to knock me out flat one of these days.
Maybe it's the lecture hall. I mean, it's a boring class to begin with, and then they put us in the damn forum hall, 200 or so seats packed way too close together. And then they drone at us, and dim the lights, and show slides. Kind of like a really cramped movie theater, only nothing near as interesting on the screen.
Oh, and my teacher, in the history of art teachers everywhere, is quite...quirky and odd. She seems very nice, but she is very quirky.
Damn the GE requirements for making me take Art Appreciation. I appreciate art, damnit, I do! Like fanart. And icons. Really appreciate icons. And the Star Wars posters on my walls...
No, but seriously. I guess what it is for me is that paintings, drawings, that kind of thing- I mean, there are some I like and I think are cool, but it's not really my media at all. I write and I take photographs, and I do computer manips of stuff. And make icons. That's me. It's like I have no problem figuring out Sylvia Plath, but Van Goh, first of all I'm not even sure I can spell, and second, I just don't get the guy. I can't understand cutting your own ear off- and okay, so maybe this is a bad example, because most of us probably think that is a bit insane, right?
Maybe I should try explaining this when I'm more awake. (I don't think, by the way, I could really be less awake than I am right now, unless I closed my eyes, went back to bed, or was, you know, sitting in my bloody art class.)
And it's cold and damp and icky outside, and I don't wanna go. *whine* Of course, I'm probably anemic as hell, which really really doesn't help when you run cold to begin with. Really got to remember to take my vitamins now and then.
Did I mention Mondays suck?
Right. I'll see all you lovely people later, possibly after I've had some more sleep.
In a way I almost like my Algebra II class more than my art class. Art is pretty much mind-numbing; we spent 50 minutes Friday looking at slides. *yawn* At least in Algebra I was required to think, copy stuff down, work out problems...etc. Art is going to knock me out flat one of these days.
Maybe it's the lecture hall. I mean, it's a boring class to begin with, and then they put us in the damn forum hall, 200 or so seats packed way too close together. And then they drone at us, and dim the lights, and show slides. Kind of like a really cramped movie theater, only nothing near as interesting on the screen.
Oh, and my teacher, in the history of art teachers everywhere, is quite...quirky and odd. She seems very nice, but she is very quirky.
Damn the GE requirements for making me take Art Appreciation. I appreciate art, damnit, I do! Like fanart. And icons. Really appreciate icons. And the Star Wars posters on my walls...
No, but seriously. I guess what it is for me is that paintings, drawings, that kind of thing- I mean, there are some I like and I think are cool, but it's not really my media at all. I write and I take photographs, and I do computer manips of stuff. And make icons. That's me. It's like I have no problem figuring out Sylvia Plath, but Van Goh, first of all I'm not even sure I can spell, and second, I just don't get the guy. I can't understand cutting your own ear off- and okay, so maybe this is a bad example, because most of us probably think that is a bit insane, right?
Maybe I should try explaining this when I'm more awake. (I don't think, by the way, I could really be less awake than I am right now, unless I closed my eyes, went back to bed, or was, you know, sitting in my bloody art class.)
And it's cold and damp and icky outside, and I don't wanna go. *whine* Of course, I'm probably anemic as hell, which really really doesn't help when you run cold to begin with. Really got to remember to take my vitamins now and then.
Did I mention Mondays suck?
Right. I'll see all you lovely people later, possibly after I've had some more sleep.
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Date: 2005-01-24 03:59 pm (UTC)