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Just got back from Drawing Class, and man, am I dirty. And I do mean dirty-- I look like I just came back from a coal mine. Though, to be honest, I was significantly worse at the halfway point ten minute break. We'd been doing some heavy duty, uh, primal screaming and BOLD contour drawing, which meant a lot of scrubbing and a LOT of charcoal all over my hands. So my hands were pretty much caked with Conte stick, since I actually switched hands when one arm got tired. Advantage of being ambidextrous and all, particularly considering this is all shoulder work. Anyway, when I went to wash up at break, I looked like San from Mononoke on Ash Wednesday. I had a streak under each eye and two 45 degree angle streaks on each cheek, with a swipe right across the nose and a dot right smack in the middle of my forehead, framed by two arching streaks on either side. It was amazingly tribal, symmetrical, and downright hilarious. Oh, I must've looked something fierce out there... I have food in the fridge I want to eat for dinner. Leftover bratwurst. Also other things, possibly curry chicken, and homemade Terry ice cream to eat for my birthday cheer. But, uh, the uncle likes to rummage in the kitchen, and I have neither microwave nor plateware nor silverware in me room. Wares could be obtained in plastic, I suppose, but that still leaves the Nuke-a-thingy. Hm. If I had a microwave in my room, on top of the dorm fridge, would my fridge obtain radioactive superpowers? Such as the ability to preserve ice cream and see through walls. "The Murrays are coming! The Murrays are coming!" Fluffy head. Oh yeah. Making no sense. It's... it's... lack of Shoiryu. Yah. And lack of food. All I've eaten today was a school chicken and a cup of yogurt, several hours apart. Hours for meals are odd to find, they are. We don't want no nice guyyy... me no are no nice guyyyy... |