two words: darth binks

i have an interview for a work study position with the english department next semester! yay!

"students are headed to jail - take the lead!"

Possibly the funniest poster I've ever seen at Jesus College.

Got my art history research paper back, and I only got an 86, so that means I'll have to settle for an A- in the class, which brings up all kinds of lovely scholarship worries, because I'm sure as heck not getting above a B+ in any of my studio classes, if that.

Can I say that right now I'm just really angry that I'm not a genius, or at least really absurdly talented? I'd settle for even absurdly efficient.

Loves from the pits of finals week,
Mackenzie

So, Liz and Andrew are apparently really good at this writing thing. They rock my face off.

Congrats, guys (by which I mean one guy and one girl).

We had a really emotional crit today in photography. I think I must've broken the ice with the whole crying-in-class thing, because today three other people did it....

that time of year thou mayst in me behold

when exams are about to eat your SOUL!

Monday - classes, with icon and nature projects due in photography, my painting needs to be mostly finished on pain of death as per Daniel Finch's orders, and the usual art history schluff.

Tuesday - classes, except I might skip bioethics. Poetry portfolio, sketchbook, and self-assessment due.

Wednesday - Reading Day! And I get to go see my new house! And possibly put my fridge in storage.

Thursday - My poetry "final exam." Whatever that actually means.

Friday - Photography portfolio due.

Monday - Bioethics final exam at 8:30 a.m. Then Photo "final exam" at 10:30. Basically just viewing everyone's portfolio.

Tuesday - Art history exam at 8 a.m., then painting final critique at 10:30. Done by 12:30.

Whew! Sounds like one crapping long marathon. And in the midst of all that, I have to find time to pack up all my crap. And clean. And I'd like to actually spend some time with my friends, too, since they won't be around all next year. Sigh. Well, that's why I'm not blogging or online or whatever other mode of communication I use to talk to you. See you in a little over a week.

oh, and by the way, I'm still alive.

skanking to the song of the puppy bees

And the song of the puppy bees is really that song from Lord of the Rings when Gandalf is galloping across Rohan. You know. Dun, dun dun dun, dun-dun!

Eighteen months. I've been blogging for eighteen months. That's a year and a half. This blog is like my extremely whiny part-time child, who ought to be walking quite well by himself now, except that somehow he's still dependent on me for posts.

That could have been the best metaphor ever. But when it came out, it just sounded silly.

People portraits: oddly intimate. Self-portraits: pretty hysterical. It feels odd to be in a class full of people who are inspecting their own faces. It's like they forgot to wash their faces or perform ablutions that morning and are making up for it by three full hours of intense face-examination.

Amish Paradise? almost as good as the puppy bee song.

they've never done a superhero movie without a hero in it before!

Oh, the daily show! Pretty dang hysterical tonight.

Oh, school. Starting again tomorrow. I hope I'm centered enough from break to handle the rest of the year, because there isn't another break till the end. And finals are always a lot of stress.

In conclusion: I find myself craving subway. Mmm... subway....