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non solum memento mori, memento vivere sed etiam
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay
気持: pessimistic
音楽: ...see subject?
Today we actually did something in my art history class. The instructor reminds me of a subdued and prim version of my cousin Stacy (well, she has similar looks and voice, but doesn't act anything like her). Today we did an overview of the cultures we'll be studying and the ways we can know about them, and I was alternately bored to tears (literally. my eyes were watering) and screaming inside because there were relevant things I knew about these cultures that she wasn't explaining and questions no one was asking (I would have asked them myself, but there's no point in asking questions you know the answer to). This is what you get for being an archaeology nut who is actually quite interested in pre-Columbian art of Mesoamerica and has actually seen a lot of these works in person (in Mexico and elsewhere) sitting in a room full of art majors who feel they have to add their own opinion to everything and don't care what the actual history is. I swear, there was this lumberjack lesbian (well, maybe she's not a lesbian. I have no way of knowing her sexual orientation for sure, but she was setting off my gaydar like nobody's business, and she was wearing a flannel shirt and hiking boots) who felt that she had to comment on every. single. slide. And she wasn't even actually saying anything! I have an inkling that this is why I usually try to stay away from the art "scene": opaque != deep.

If Artspeak isn't already a recognized form of torture according to the Geneva convention... I swear, I would have told anybody anything to get her to shut up and say something that meant something.

Bah, and attendance is part of our grade. And we have a group project. Maybe I can convince them to let me make the Powerpoint presentation while they write all the gibberish...

Oh, and I should note that while practically every year since I have known raditzsex, I have remembered her birthday wrong. As in, my brother's birthday comes around (oh, he's 14 now, as of last Friday. Woo hoo.) and I know her birthday is around there somewhere but I don't bother checking the list (yes, I keep a list) and get all idiotic thinking I've forgotten it when it hasn't even come yet. What I'm noting is that this year I have actually managed to remember the date (I hope to god that didn't displace anything important...). And it's not today, like I thought last year. Or tomorrow, like I thought the year before. I am such an idiot.
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raditzsex From: raditzsex Date: Tuesday 27th January 2004 02.31 (UTC) (Link)
Don't worry about it. I can barely remember your birthday is in the spring. (It is in spring, right? I suck at birthdays of people who didn't come out of me.)
valamelmeo From: valamelmeo Date: Tuesday 27th January 2004 02.47 (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, it's in the spring. Just before your taxes are due, in fact.

This is why I keep a list that I'm too lazy to look at.