I just spent two hours clearing up comment spam on my old movable type archives and closing the comments. I spent a couple hours offline and I get 42 comments from some online poker site. 42 comments in a couple of hours! I don’t even get that many comments in one month.

Annoying.

And now for something completely different (because i don’t feel like writing two different posts.):

I checked my school email to make sure that nothing went wrong with my payment for this semester and I saw that my 2d design professor emailed me. [turn on the paranoia switch] he made a mistake and he’s going to tell me that i actually got a B- instead of an A! he found my website and he’s going to do something wrong like lower my grade! It wasn’t bad at all, but it still irked me.

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Hi Denise:
Just dropping you a note to invite you to leave your impressions of the fall design class and my performance as a teacher on the website:
www.ratemyprofessors.com Just follow the directions and post your comments.
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It immediately reminded me of those annoying people with shitty sites who leave comments like, “Hiya, kewl site!!!!! visit mah site an’ sign da guestbook, k?”

Ugh. More “spam”.

Am I going to comment on RMP? Nope. I feel evil today. And that one lone comment pretty much speaks for the whole class.

I’ve been ignoring the news for a couple of days and I sign online to find out that the death toll in Southeast Asia is now something like 40,000+. Things like this and this just break your heart.

[edit] and things like this make me sick. grow the fuck up.

red cross online donation page

Christmas was like an ordinary day today. I didn’t go to the family party because blah blah blah. They’ve become boring. We just sit around eating and watching television. On occasion, the drunken adults will start doing karaoke and sing Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” until their kids want to beat their own faces in. The parties were better when I was a kid.
Back in the eighties and early nineties, my family used to rent out a place for family parties. We would hire a DJ, someone would bring a fake christmas tree, and my uncle would always dress up as Santa. When I was about 5 years old, the adults decided to have a holiday talent contest for the kids. We had about one month to prepare for it. One of my cousins did this Scottish dance with swords. A group of my cousins got together and learned these complicated traditional Filipino dances involving hats and bamboo poles. I remember them practicing and wanting to join them. I think I was too young or didn’t have a partner to dance with me. My younger cousin did an adorable rendition of ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus’. (and ha, because her dad was the one who dressed up as Santa every year.) Other relatives played songs on the violin, the piano, and other musical instruments that I can’t play. What did I do for this contest?

I sang a song in Filipino and English about shooting a bird, eating it, and shitting it out.

And I won.

It turns out that the windows in my room have been open for the past three years. My mom and I painted my room in 2001 and left the windows open so I wouldn’t go crazy from the fumes. Obviously, we forgot about them.

I went through three winters with my windows open. How did I not notice this until Monday?

JULY 16, 2005!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and also: I cannot wait for this movie

Roommate is supposed to be studying for her Statistics final ( which is tomorrow ) and what do I hear coming from the other side of the room?

“Now there’s ANOTHER baby camel?! I might sell that. And now the polar bears are complaining that there’s too much POO in the exhibit!”

Goddamned polar bears! Learn to live in your own feces!

Sarah, STOP PLAYING ZOO TYCOON AND STUDY.

New layout. Pretty simple to explain. I don’t know how to use chopsticks. I’ve tried and tried and I just. can’t. master. it. When I do get it, I don’t like using them. Stabbing a piece of orange chicken with a fork is MUCH easier than picking it up with two sticks in one hand. Roommate is the champion of the chopsticks in this apartment and eats everything she cooks with them.

Someone in the area should make a Filipino restaurant where you eat with your hands on banana leaves. Once, while I in the Philippines, my cousins had a little picnic for someone’s birthday. To save on dishes, we just covered the table with banana leaves and poured the pot of rice and food on the leaves. No dishes, no forks, no spoons, no knives. I can just see the table-manner nazis cringing now. (and those against washing dishes celebrating…:) ) I’m not sure how this restaurant would get around all those Sanitation requirements, but it would be fun.

In other news, today is, technically, my last day of the semester. I take my art history final in two hours. Byzantine churches are equilateral, while European ones are longitudinal and shaped like a cross. Both face east. i think. eep! Wish me luck.

I’m ending my 2d design class “trainwreck style”.

We’re supposed to be using six parameters from our last 4 projects. I am using:
1) the ugly color scheme idea from the fourth project.
2) four repetitions of a famous face. (robert zimmerman!)
3) tie shapes
4) targets
5) “pinstripes”
6) repetition of a geometric shape

… I think all of that is in there. I hope it is. Well, whatever.

Roommate walked into the room and told me that she had this great plan.

“I’m going to buy a pair of leg warmers… and–”

and that’s when I started laughing and gave myself a headache.

I got an A on my drawing midterm. I was flipping through all of the drawings to find mine and some weren’t even shaded in at all. We worked on it for 6 hours every week for about 4 weeks… how can you not shade in just a little bit? On Wednesday, he made us watch this incredibly boring movie about a sculptor. He waited until the end to give us our new assignment to make sure that no one left early. Sneaky, sneaky. we’re working with charcoal. i don’t use charcoal pencils too often. i don’t like that weird fingers-on-a-chalkboard-esque noise they make.

in other news: i want to chop off all my hair and dye it red (again). I am trying to resist. Everytime I see a haircut I like in a movie or picture of a celebrity, I try to get something similar. Of course, it doesn’t quite come out right [because it only works on awfully pretty Natalie Portman or awfully pretty Liv Tyler] and when I try to grow it out, it looks awkward. I still might do the red color, though.
Does anyone else want to see Closer? I’m curious about it, but I’m afraid that what looks like a good story will actually be the dullest thing on earth.