Day So Looooong

I was at the school doing schoolish things from 7:30am to 10:15pm today. Well, I took a break to walk down to the Whole Foods and spend too much money on lunch. My class actually starts at 8:30. I had to get there early because I left the handout I needed to do the homework in my locker.

We had a really interesting model today. Fine boned, bit of a belly, but not enough to actually look overweight, narrow hips, no real ass to speak of. Comically large breasts. She had to have been at least a triple D. I swear I've seen her before, I want to say as a cash register at a supermarket. I was going to ask her if she worked at Whole Foods or the Berkeley Bowl, but I never got the chance.

And she totally has the same name as fashes.

After class, there was lunch, errand running, a two hour nap (I didn't actually sleep last night, unless you count the other two hour nap I had between 6:30 and 8:30 yesterday evening) (day before yesterday, rather, as it is now after midnight), and then finishing two late figure assignments to turn in to my instructor during his nighttime graduate level illustration class, in time for him to have grades for me by the end of the first grading period (this week) and before I went off to Ventura for escapade_con (Friday).

There was a really pretty guy in the figure drawing class. Who I didn't notice until we were taking the bus back to the subway station and he kept smiling with his pretty pretty teeth that I wanted to lick. We had to take the same subway home and ended up talking and he was a *good conversationalist* and I made him laugh multiple times and ::oh god wants::.

See, a while ago I was complaining to fashes that I had no good looking people in my classes. Then the second time I went to my Perspective class I realized it was *full* of good looking people, but they were all completely off my radar because oh God, children. The minute they opened their mouths I knew they were straight out of high school and probably wouldn't make it through their first year (fifty percent of the freshmen flunk out at this particular art school, which is how I suppose they manage to be fairly well known and respected in the industry despite having open admission—trial by fire and all that) and actually forgot any of them were good looking.

Which leaves me lusting after the grad student. It kind of sucks right now that despite being twenty-one I still look sixteen.

I'm going to have to find excuses to keep sitting in on that class. Actually, I'll probably just go every other week when I have perspective homework that takes thirteen hours and am spending all day in that building working on it anyway. I can't go to the actual perspective workshop since I have a class that conflicts. And, you know, it's cool seeing the grad student work. Not as good as the faculty work of course, but certainly better than most of the first and second year student work.


Mmmm'k. I'm going to attempt to beta a vid and then collapse into bed.

Schedule

Finish computer animation homework in time to leave house by 2:00pm. Lecture from 3:30 to 6:30. Print out travel itinerary. Pick up some lip gloss at Walgreens. Go to the ATM. Go home and stuff suitcase with dirty laundry and a bottle of tequila pack for escapade_con. Make food to eat on bus down. Charge cell phone. Get to bed early.

Wake up at 4:00am, take a fast shower, brush teeth, pack toothbrush, pack phone charger. Leave house by 4:30 to get to Greyhound station by 5:30 to catch bus that leaves at 6:30.

Sleep.