laundry break

seeing as i really have taken up residence next to the printing press, i feel it is only fitting that i should begin posting images of what i am working on. so, as a quick update:

points to whoever can guess what this is based on (without cheating!)

this plate is being used twice, so don't be surprised
a photoshop'd guess at what it will look like

another photoshop job, again based on what the plate looks like currently

this will easily be the largest piece i've worked on to date- 28"x28"

also, i'm learning how to etch photos onto copper (yes, with acid), so if you have any good ideas on a photo i should use (or take), lemme know. right now, i need to go move my laundry into the dryer, but hopefully i will surface from the print lab again soon.

mmm.... sickness.

my sinuses hurt to the point where i can't sleep. and the weird noises coming from the room above me don't help. i think somebody just died up there.

sculpture is still frustrating. the teacher is bizarre to the extreme, and i'm not sure that plaster dust is the best thing to be inhaling for hours on end. and art history.... bah. what a joke. i've taken to writing a list of questions during each lecture, and emailing them to the professor after class. her standard response? "i'll have to look into that, and get back to you."

most excellent. i do so love required classes. it's like flushing money down the toilet, but with flair.

Meagan is coming to visit! i'm quite excited. she'll be in town for the "Vagina Monologues" (in which Jessie is participating), and we'll get to go dancing, and she can be reminded of why she needs to come back to school. i've missed her this year.

my smoking cessation class starts tomorrow today. makes me nervous, it does. i know it's a good step towards a healthy immune system and overall longevity, but... i don't know. it's just scary.

i should get to sleep before the hydrocodone wears off. the nurse practitioner at the health center gave it to me for my cough, instead of antibiotics like i need. useless. i need to make an appointment to see the lady who actually knows my medical history.

weird... i'm getting an instant message from someone who's using a friend's account, and they want me to come downstairs and help with something. adios

yesterday sucked.

here's why?

-woke up feeling sick. went to class anyway
-class was Art History. teacher was more inaccurate than usual
-left class with a migraine
-took a nap trying to mellow out said migraine. didn't work
-chose to extend nap, still hoping to make head feel better. ended up sleeping through first two hours of Print Lab time, but still had headache.
-checked Facebook, and found out that Heath Ledger had OD'd in his apartment.
-went into cafeteria to find food. ended up having surprisingly decent conversation with Deidra and Sam.
-back into room. while digging through change jar, found ring i bought for Sam last spring break. slight emotional trigger if there ever was one
-gave ring to Deidra, and asked her to take care of it.
-headed out to Print Lab to try and cool off
-jammed $700 printer, and was reamed out by Comp Services techie for "using the wrong kind of paper" (it was the exact kind of paper the professor said to use)
-had to leave Print Lab before crying.

yeah. not so good.

but today was a bit better. and it will qualify as "awesome" if i go to sleep soon.

cheers!

for fuck's sake, people!!

it. just. didn't. work.

why isn't that a good enough answer? i really don't feel like going into details with every goddamn person who wants to know when/why/how Sam and i stopped dating.

really. it's getting old.

i've begun using the "buying a car" analogy. basically, it's like test driving a 2007 Jeep- it's nice and all, but it doesn't match quite 100%.

why should i have to explain myself further? honestly, i wanted to punch this one chick i know in the face when she demanded more of an explanation, then proceeded to bad-mouth Sam. yes, it's over, but no, i'm not interested in bitching about him. that's fuckin petty. he's a nice guy. that's why i started dating him in the first place. sheesh

i guess i'm just getting tired of the questions. maybe i should get a box of business cards printed with "No, we're not together anymore. No, you don't get more information." on it

oooooh, or a shirt. "Don't Ask Questions." hrmm.... no, people here will think it's some sort of political statement.

bah.

i need to do laundry. now THERE's something worthwhile.

wow.

some fairly impressive events that have happened in the last 3 days:

-nearly got flapjack'd by a blue sedan.... AS A JOKE
-asked for my number by a cook at a local restaurant. he also gave me extra guacamole because i jokingly asked for it. kinda sweet, i think
-got dropped back at Square 1 after a fairly painful 3 am conversation. this will not be happening again.
-went to the movies, and actually had a good time.
-finished my dad's birthday card. yeah, i made it.

this wasn't supposed to be a long jot, so i consider my mission accomplished.

huzzah.

future plans:

-live in the Print Lab
-play the "what did she screw up today?" game with my Art History teacher's lectures
-not feel bad about doing what i want to do. because that's what i can do now.

currently:
reading: Tipperary by Frank Delaney
listening to: "Different Drum" as performed by Me First & The Gimme-Gimmes

i pissed off a professor

... and it's not even noon yet.

story:

my Art History (gag) professor put out a disclaimer at the beginning of class today, saying that she had never given this lecture before. 'oh shit', i think to myself. actually, i might've said it to Katy, a friend of mine who was sitting next to me.

Prof. begins lecture, and quickly proves that she has no idea what the Olmec tribe was really about. just enough to get me aggravated to the point of consciously noting every time she was wrong (i really did make notes about it in the margins).

then she gets to Teotihuacan, and all hell breaks loose in my brain. she was talking about the Pyramid of the Sun and the Pyramid of the Moon and the Avenue of the Dead, and incorrectly identifying them, then correcting herself. but when she got to the Temple of the Feathered Serpent, and kept calling him "QuetzalCOATEL" (the "L" is silent in the Nahuatl language, as she should've known before lecturing on it). thankfully, she decided to have a short break, and come back to the lecture after people had finished smoking/peeing/whatever.

i was so pissed off, i walked up to her as soon as she had let the people go, and said something like "i'd like to submit for your consideration the way i was taught to pronounce Quetzalcoatl. because it's from the Nahuatl language, the 'L' is silent."

big mistake.

i thought she was angry and sarcastic when she said "thanks a lot", but apparently not, because as soon as the break was over, she announced to the class that she had been informed of a few things.

number one? yeah. me. "i just learned that the correct way to pronounce it is Quetzal... what is it?" so i had to practically yell "Quetzalcoatl" just to be heard in that stupid lecture hall.

for some reason, it was oddly comforting to have the sign language interpretor ask me to spell Nahuatl for her. but because she was forming the letters with her hand, i spelled it to her in sign.

i'm fairly certain i'm now labeled as the Arrogant Bitch of the class. i'm just waiting for the big kids in the class to beat me up by the playground and take my lunch money. or maybe the professor will do that herself.

oh well.

as long as she doesn't ask me again to stand up and "beautifully repeat" a word in a language i do NOT speak, i think the i'll be just fine. unless she mispronounces Yucatan, in which case all bets are off.

stupid sculpture class

i got up this morning at 8.30, even though i reallllly didn't want to. took my wake-up meds, pulled on a clean shirt and socks, and marched over to the art building to pick up my tool box before class.

which was cancelled. no email, just a note on the door saying "Professor Alt will not be in class today, Wednesday, January 9. Please read chapter one of the textbook."

she held up the text book in class on Monday, but didn't give us our syllabi. that was supposed to happen today. so if you didn't write down the title of the book as she flashed it around, you're screwed.

lucky for people who can find me- i wrote down everything she said that day.

it's now 10 am. i'm about as awake as i'm going to get today. and there's no reason to be be up.

bah.

in other news... it was Deidra's birthday last night, so Jessie and i got her flowers and a homemade certificate for a night on the town this friday. it should be fun. she liked the flowers.

i took a job at the school food court (2 hours/week). it's a slow shift on a friday afternoon, and i'll basically be getting paid to do crossword puzzles and talk to people. the only downside? i have to wear a bright red shirt. which, as far as i know, does not look good on a person with red hair.

yesterday, i realised that Sam still has my ethernet cable and change jar, among other things. i believe an exchange is in order. Sam, if you're reading this, please find Deidra, for she is the one in whose room i put a small box of your things.

i think i'll try going back to sleep. who knows? maybe my tiredness can beat out the medications for at least an hour.

cheers!

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and because i can...

Hi, my name is: Meghan

but you can call me: Meghan. (see the period? it's intentional)

Never in my life have I: wanted to parachute out of a plane.

The one person who can drive me nuts is: Meagan, when she insists on taking only main roads in our home town.

My high school is: a fading memory (thank goodness)

When I’m nervous: my hands shake. not to be confused with when i get angry (my whole body shakes)

The last song I listened to was: probably "Original Rags" (composed by Scott Joplin, as performed by Dick Hymen [great name])

If I were to get married right now it would be to: Deidra. or Jessie. maybe both.

My hair is: too long.

When I was 4: my sister Anya was born.

Last Christmas: was two weeks and one day ago.

I should be: in Sculpture. bah

When I look down I see: a box of strawberry NutriGrain bars that i stepped on last night.

The happiest recent event was: when the Print Lab opened yesterday. before that, i can't remember.

If I were a character on ‘Friends’ : i would be lost. guess who never watched "Friends"? yeah.

By this time next year: i will have washed/vacuumed my car. maybe.

My current gripe is: Sculpture class. or bad food in the food court.

I have a hard time understanding: people who aren't ADD. they think slowly.

There’s these girls: on my floor who i love. because they're awesome.

If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: everyone. unless it was for something i did splendidly wrong.

I want to buy: new towels. and maybe a bit of picture framing wire to hang up my clock.

I plan to visit: nobody. nowhere. i'm happy right here in this mass-produced, school-owned chair, typing away.

If you spent the night at my house: we'd have a problem... seeing as i have a new rule: only i sleep here. created 20 seconds ago, and will hopefully last for at least a year.

The world could do without: Mac desktop computers. seriously- who designed those things? pieces of shit. makes me want to bring my laptop into the Lab if only because i have a right-click button on my touch pad. sheesh

Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: oh boy. uhh... i bought grape juice about an hour ago in the food court. does that count? otherwise, i have no idea.

Most recent thing someone else bought me: Reese's peanut butter chips, for baking in cookies. it was almost fun (i usually hate baking with a passion, but this time it was tolerable)

My middle name is: superfluous. really, it is: "Meghan Superfluous ----"

In the morning I: look out the window and pray for snow. all year round.

Last night I was: buying Deidra flowers, watching TV with Jessie, and generally having a fun time.

There’s this guy I know who: hocked a lugie in Sculpture on Monday. i thought i was going to puke.

If I was an animal I’d be a: prairie dog. i always seem to be standing on my toes, looking on a shelf or something.

A better name for me would be: Meghan Superfluous ----.

Tomorrow I am: going to wake up at the same goddamn time, sleep my way through Art History, and be in the Print Lab for about 6 hours, if i'm lucky.

Tonight I am: going to clean my room. it's kind of a mess, and stressing me out. it's actually gotten to the point where it needs a warning sign and snow shoes.

My birthday is: August 10

You got this from: Mitch.