So Very Dark

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Ugh. It’s Tuesday. My last real homework day. I’m feeling a bit stressed at the outcome. I have so far finished 7 (? I think) of ten required studies…I still have to do a complete rough draft and final draft picture of my stupid object…(sorry Brendan. I really do love robot kitty. I don’t really think it’s stupid. I’m just frustrated.) I really hope I can get this all done before Friday. I know that worrying sounds premature, as it’s only Tuesday, but tomorrow I have school in the morning, and then after that I have an appointment to schedule my next semester classes (thank GOD…get some classes that don’t start at bloody 8am) so I won’t be getting home until…whenever. On Thursday I work and on Friday I have school…the class this assignment is for first thing in the morning.

And I’m feeling stressed and a little overwhelmed, because I have a large assignment, I am learning to HATE colored pencils with a purple passion (seriously! the sharp points wear off in about two seconds, and half the time you sharpen them the lead breaks inside the pencil…) and my house is messy and there are dishes in the sink, but I DON’T have time to even LOOK at them today, and the homework I did YESTERDAY for my color theory class feels mediocre at best, even though that teacher is pretty generous, grade-wise, I’M not happy with it, AND I have REALLY learned to hate the paint we use in that class, ’cause it invariably dries looking totally different (value- AND hue-wise) than it does wet which makes it bloody hard to judge the mixes I make correctly. I generally just cross my fingers and hope for the best. And occasionally add a new layer of paint or three to an area. And the girl who sits next to me in class seems to just whip out her assignments in about two seconds in a very slapdash fashion, but they seem to turn out at least as well as the ones I agonize over for hours, and she doesn’t seem to have trouble painting inside the lines like I do, and I want to tell her to dump her fiance, ’cause he’s obviously an over-possessive prick, and 19 is way too young to be engaged ANYWAY, but it’s her life and we are just classmates that chat, not friends, CERTAINLY not close enough for me to be giving her advice on her relationships.

Blurgh.

Yesterday while doing my homework I watched:

High School Musical did not impress me. I know it’s a lame Disney production, but it had created such a big stir that I expected it to have a bit more going for it. The acting was dreadful, the writing was crappy, and the male lead’s singing voice always gave me a slightly creepy double-take, since I always expected to see the girl singing that pitch, then noticed her mouth wasn’t moving, and no, no our hero apparently HASN’T gone through puberty yet.

But I’m a Cheerleader is such a cute movie. I’d seen it before, but we just got it in Netflix so I decided to get a dose of cute. If you haven’t seen the movie, it is the story of someone who looks on the surface to be the perfect Betty-Sue All-American girl…she’s cute and blonde and Christian and a cheerleader. She has a jocky boyfriend and loving parents. Then that boyfriend, her fellow cheerleaders and her parents throw her an intervention, because they believe that she is a *gasp* lesbian. They send her to ‘gay rehab’ at a place called ‘True Directions’, and there she finds out who she really is, and, of course, finds someone to love. Which may not have been the intended goal of the program.

*prepare to throw rotten fruit*

I had never actually seen this movie all the way to the end until yesterday. I believe I saw the first half once, but had never seen the whole Breakfast Club. Of course, I only saw Sixteen Candles for the first time last year. I am such a failure as a child of the 80′s. But I’m think I may now have fulfilled at least my base John Hughes requirements.

Did you know that Hughes is responsible for Maid in Manhattan? How the mighty have fallen.

*shrug* I felt like watching something stupid. My decision by the time the credits rolled was that this is basically the EXACT SAME movie as Overnight Delivery, but Overnight Delivery is cuter and doesn’t resort to gross-out humor. But I guess the two movies are aimed at slightly different demographics.

I finished up with Love, Actually. I bloody adore this movie. It’s an annual Holiday Season tradition for me. It might be the cutest Christmas movie ever made. From beginning to end, it’s just sweet and funny and touching, without resorting to trite shmaltzyness. I can’t say that any set of characters is my favorite, the ones I SPECIFICALLY want to find love, because I want them ALL to be happy and I love them all, from the Prime Minister, to the dateless wonder who goes to the USA to find girls who like brit boys, to the writer and his housekeeper and the love that defies language barriers. Briggs says that it seems that someone set out to make the perfect Christmas movie. Watching it just makes me happy.

For some reason, Nova (the quiet one) is running around the house mewing. She usually hardly makes a peep no matter what. Weird.