The Argument for Suicide

I'm currently taking four classes on top of my two jobs. The two jobs take up about 80% of my weekend time. I have four weekends before the quarter ends. This is what I am expected to do over those weekends:

DRAWING AND CHARACTERIZATION:
Create a character for a game or movie, and write a backstory for him/her. Do the following:

Facial expressions: enjoyment, anger, fear, surprise, disgsust, sadness

Sculpture: Must be fully sculpted; painted for extra credit. Will take about three weeks. We're starting it TODAY.

Turnaround: 4 views of character
-Pose must be same as sculpture (turnaround cannot be started until sculpture is complete)
-One pose in linework
-One as a construction
-One fully rendered in b/w
-One fully rendered in color
-Include back story for character

Gestures: 8-10 poses in line with blue pencil and graphite; color for extra credit

Motion study: 5 key poses of a movement. Can be rendered in line, value or color; full color and value for extra credit.

Promotional piece: work promoting character and movie or game it's in
-In color
-Must have text
-Can be done on the computer

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CONCEPTS IN MODERN MATH

Research a topic discussed in class, write a 1-3 page paper with works cited included

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3-D DESIGN

Final not yet discussed

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IMAGE MANIPULATION

Final due Thursday, no biggie. At least I don't think there's another project.

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All my teachers are telling me "weekends are the key to getting this done on time." Yeah, well, I have no weekends, okay? Fuck you, Surdo, and your damn D&C project. I've got two jobs that kill my weekends as it is, I don't need you telling me how much I need to work on this over the weekend. I can't even START part of it until three weeks from now; I can't start ANY of it until you okay the layout. I nicked my finger shaving my legs this morning, right by the nail, and it's bleeding like a sonofabitch. GOD DAMN. We had better have Memorial Day off.

BIG-ASS UPDATE.

Yeah, I know I don't have quite the readership that I had back in the McRant days (June and July '04), but still. I'm disappointed in myself for not updating in so long.

Just when I thought Evaldas had finally wrapped his mind around the concept of availability, he fucks up again. He scheduled me to come in at seven this morning, when I haven't been available that early since I got back from leave. I already wake up at 4-5 AM during the week, I'll be damned if I'll get up that early during my weekend. I got Steve to reschedule me, but it was a pain in the ass (he had to call around and try to find someone to come in early on a Sunday morning.).

Okay kids, we DO have medium coffee now. We do not, however, have "boiled" chicken sandwiches, which some idiot mom requested today. Neither do we have "low acid" orange juice. This was a while ago- some old lady hobbled up, slammed her cane on the counter, and yelled "Do you have LOW ACID ORANGE JUICE?" whilst spitting all over. I also had no less than four people today ask for 5 and 9 piece nuggets, which we haven't had in years and no one has asked for in weeks at least.

I've started posting on the MySpace boards for my school, and I've gotten recognized at school from it X3 I'm semi-famous.

I got my tax refund, and have purchased four CDs and one DVD (Mortiis' The Grudge, Dresden Dolls' self-titled, Nine Inch Nails' The Fragile which is apparently out of print now, Static-X's Wisconsin Death Trap, and Kung Pow- Enter the Fist.). I'll probably end up buying Labyrinth (the one with David Bowie and the Mullet Sculpted by God Himself), too.

My 19th birthday was on the 23rd. I got this here laptop and a digital camera. Kickass.

Colin took me to Omega, which is far away and too expensive and fancy for just hanging out, and half dumped me. He said he needed a break and that our relationship isn't progressing, which I don't feature but it's not like I could think much at that point. He said "we haven't reached the point where we're comfortable not seeing each other for a while," but we rarely see each other more than three times a week anyway and it doesn't seem like much of a relationship to me if you just don't see each other for random two-week stretches. It sounded to me like he wascomplaining that we're not bored with each other yet, and that doesn't make much sense to me. But either way, we ended the night with a half-hour makeout session, which made me feel better about the whole thing. We're not going to see each other for two weeks, but he said he'll call me tomorrow.

Bedtime. More later.