Groceries!

28 02 2007

Groceries!

Feral instincts and good intentions do not produce universally desirable results.





Lost my book

28 02 2007

Dear Blog,

Today I was embarrassed in poetry class when I realized that I had forgotten my poetry book, and we spent half the class reading from it. I was sure I had packed it, though. Then I got back to my dorm and still could not find it. I think it fell out of my backpack in the halls somewhere. It would probably be either on the second story of the Center for the Arts, or in the first-story hallway of Baldy, or less likely, in the hallway the honors office is in. I want to go look for it, but I probably would not get back in time for dinner. Maybe I could go afterward. The problem with that, though, is that I have a lot of reading to do for globalization class, and then I have to answer one of those questions about it (giving specific examples–blah!).

In other news, I finally bought shampoo, and I have discovered that rinsed hair does indeed get greasy after two days.

The objectively good thing that happened recently is that I finally got a little comic drawn. It is more WTH-ish than funny, but I have had that scene in my head almost since the beginning of my story-comic’s conception.

Love,
Violet Black





Annoyed with myself

26 02 2007

Today, out of boredom,
I rejoined OKCupid
And answered a few questions,
Missing dinner entirely
After having been hungry
Ever since breakfast.
What he hell is wrong with me?
If I wanted to do something stupid
It should at least have been
In the name of homework
Which is plentiful.
Now what shall I eat.

Note: That was not a poem. My assignments just have me thinking in lines.





Zombie Fetuses

23 02 2007

Dear Blog,

Two nights ago in one of my multiepisodic dreams, I was in a shadowy and somewhat arcadelike park, just trying to move around, but with every step I had to avoid the zombie fetuses. Seriously, that place was infested.

Yesterday, temporarily forgetting about the dream, I wound up surfing a handful of pro-life websites. I considered printing out ads from Feminists For Life, but had urgent homework to do.

Today I went to a Campus Crusade for Christ meeting (a half hour late due to poor nutritional practices on my part) and there was a representative from a pregnancy crisis center discussing the importance of showing compassion to women who have had or are considering abortions.

I think The Powers That Be are trying to tell me something. Maybe I should get into some ministry somewhere…after my schoolwork ceases to detain me.

Love,
Violet Black





Big eyes, small mouth

23 02 2007

Dear Blog,

My latest perseveration-du-jour is alien babies. Since some people found a skull that appears healthy (i.e. not damaged or malformed) and has some (mitochondrial) human DNA but does not look human at all, quite a bit of speculation is directed toward its possibilities. It is very interesting that there are ancient South American legends about alien-human breeding programs, since you would think that UFOs are a speculation of the space-age generation. I am pretty sure I do not believe in extra-terrestrials, but I think that a human-anything hybrid or even a rare subspecies of human is just plain neat. I want to meet one someday, but legends (and, if I recall correctly, modern abduction stories) state that the nonhumans take them away after a certain age unless, as appears to be the case with the skull, the hybrid dies in childhood. This research of mine started when I decided I wanted a non-idealized angelic hybrid in my fantasy comic, but this alien skull thing is fascinating in itself.

Also, check out the pictures! Some of them seriously give me the creeps (such as zero and two, which would probably scar me for life if I ever saw one in the flesh), but others of them remind me more of anime characters and are, in a strange way, rather cute. (Number eight vaguely reminds me of my how-to-draw-anime books and was drawn by someone who claims to have seen a live one. Numbers four and eleven could possibly help me begin to understand realistic and nonrealistic facial structures a bit better.) Yeeeeeeeeeah, I am not sure what the point was of posting all this, but I like information, even really outlandish or obscure forms of it.

Love,
Violet Black





Weekly Stress.

20 02 2007

Dear Blog,

1. I finished reading my poetry book and the assigned chapter from one of my globalization class books, but I still have pages 11 through 63 to read in the other globalization book. Then I have to answer a question on it all.

2. I think I have some decentish stuff to post for my poetry homework, but one of the poems needs to be given a proper closure and the other needs just a general second opinion (since I think it is mopey, whiny crap, and it does not even rhyme).

3. Up to this point, each poetry assignment we did was on a separate blog post, placed within the post among other students’ entries. However, the posts I am supposed to put my homework on have not appeared so far.

4. Up to page 63??? This stuff is boring!

5. I will not be able to cram all of my homework into tomorrow because I have three classes. I will not be able to cram all of my homework into Thursday because I am meeting a girl in an on-campus restaurant for lunch and presumably conversation.

6. It had better not be an order-type restaurant, because I never order my own food. I find it miraculous that some people are able to make decisions with a time limit and a service person staring at them. Under ideal conditions it generally takes me at least five minutes to figure out The Best Solution to any problem, but ideal conditions include perfect solitude. I wish I could miss this appointment, but then Susie would be scarred for life and hate me in addition.

7. I really want to draw. I have some interesting reference works that I could use to compose an interesting portrait of Kenny and Rinzii Morei, but I have homework to do. Not to mention all the comics.

8. Please ask Diane who Patrick Williams is?

Oh, Mom just IM’ed me. No more point in blogging, then.

Love,
Violet Black

P.S. 9. What does the inside of a confessional look like, and what is the nature of a confessional conversation? First page of meh comic, as far as it is scripted right now. Read the rest of this entry »





Happenings of today

15 02 2007

Dear Blog,

Today I got up, threw together some random excrement as a globalization class assignment, and rushed to Japanese class while grabbing a thingy of candy and a thingy of milk on the way. Upon arriving, I realized that I had missed a writing assignment because I had forgotten to turn the class schedule over when I was copying it to my homework notebook planner-thing. Cue banging of head on wall. Then I went up to the globalization class thingy, and the teacher paused on his way to the room to complement the way I had answered the homework question(s). I hoped that he did not see that I was just finishing the reading homework as he spoke (which, actually, is not quite finished as of right now…), but he later mentioned that because that reading was added late, some people were expected not to have finished it. So anyway…yeah. Now I have globalization reading and documentary reading from this week to catch up on, and then poetry reading and more globalization reading for next week. Plus I am one week behind in comicking, and I plan on going to a church whatsit tonight if I can get around fast enough. Oh, and as a note to my family, I am thinking of staying on campus an hour or two after normal pickup time for a random movie.

Love,
Violet Black