Today's been good so far.
I mean, if you don't count the fact that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, I have the distinct urge to shoot my lab partners in my Light and Color science class. If the two of them pooled their collective braincells, they wouldn't have enough smarts outwit a two year old. I do most of the work while he asks her to the latest off campus party and she giggles vapidly, pretending that she couldn't care less that he's asking. Then they both turn to me, "So what was the answer to that thing that you were doing?"
Another funny thing: say I'm having a problem getting my equation to produce the right color. The teacher, a very sweet man, is of no help. He teaches a Light and Color course, but he's colorblind.
My voice lesson was fun. Kyle loves to give me slut songs, and I'm doing my first in-class jazz-type thing. She's starting me out with Cole Porter's Love For Sale. Everytime I get through a verse, she cracks up. Apparently I can only do the slutty thing well if I'm doing it in Italian. She thinks it's funny that I made a prostitute song sound like opera. So I put on her Valkrie horns and finished the goddamn song. Heather and Rac, Kyle says that you're right, I probably could make Snoop Dogg sound like opera.
Kyle is the only teacher I can give the finger to and she thinks it's great. I love Kyle.
The rest of my evening: fire drills. And DMB tomorrow!
I mean, if you don't count the fact that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, I have the distinct urge to shoot my lab partners in my Light and Color science class. If the two of them pooled their collective braincells, they wouldn't have enough smarts outwit a two year old. I do most of the work while he asks her to the latest off campus party and she giggles vapidly, pretending that she couldn't care less that he's asking. Then they both turn to me, "So what was the answer to that thing that you were doing?"
Another funny thing: say I'm having a problem getting my equation to produce the right color. The teacher, a very sweet man, is of no help. He teaches a Light and Color course, but he's colorblind.
My voice lesson was fun. Kyle loves to give me slut songs, and I'm doing my first in-class jazz-type thing. She's starting me out with Cole Porter's Love For Sale. Everytime I get through a verse, she cracks up. Apparently I can only do the slutty thing well if I'm doing it in Italian. She thinks it's funny that I made a prostitute song sound like opera. So I put on her Valkrie horns and finished the goddamn song. Heather and Rac, Kyle says that you're right, I probably could make Snoop Dogg sound like opera.
Kyle is the only teacher I can give the finger to and she thinks it's great. I love Kyle.
The rest of my evening: fire drills. And DMB tomorrow!