Thursday, September 23, 2004
Though I fell asleep at three this morning and woke up around nine-thirty, I feel much better than I did yesterday. After classes I spent the afternoon researching Roger Dean and the evening choreographing a report scheme for the journal. I hand-copied the Yes logo onto a page, traced it in black, coloured the innards with green marker, and penned Yes lyrics into the letters. I did the exact same thing on the next page, except I coloured the logo blue and wrote up my critique. The background behind both is black. I like the effect, especially the way it coordinates with the rest of my journal. On the other pages I haven't written my reports across the page lines- I add pictures and swirl words around them with a black Pilot pen. Admittedly, they're a headache to read, but this is Art Appreciation, not Writing Appreciation. I'll still get an "A", even if I write nothing substantial. Ausgezeichnet.
The Logic discussion moved to another room that I could not find, so... I didn't go. I'm waiting around until the Sports and Public Spectacles class begins. I'm somewhat apprehensive about my exam grade- I hope I did well, but I suspect I might not have. Paranoia...
Tonight I finally work again. I haven't worked since Saturday, which is absolutely ridiculous. I need a second job.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:11 AM]