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Rorschach is not pronounced [ROR-shack]; it's pronounced [ROR-shock].
Damn. It certainly fooled me. I was thinking it was [ROR-shack] all throughout Watchmen.
FAIL.
Today was another lovely Thursday. I was bad and finished my character interviews forty-five minutes before class began in open lab 259. When I got in class and Aurora asked about my interviews, I answered; Jacob spoke up, "Am I the only one who got this done ahead of time?" He probably was. XD
Za had us present our synopses and tell a bit about a couple of our characters today. She really liked my synopsis, which surprised me a bit because I'd struggled with it so much. It's difficult for me to create new stories or write about a concept for a story when I've focused on Brainsick so intensely for the past few years (WHY ISN'T IT DOOOONE?!), but I know this will help my writing in general. I need to be able to come up with new stories, have them sound believable.
Laryssa and I have an ongoing in-class joke in which we randomly shoot evil glares at one another, point an accusing finger, and say, "I'm watching you!" Animation students are all so wonderfully goofy.
I talked with David for a little bit today as well. I haven't had a class with him since summer 2007. I look forward to seeing his work, and the work of all my other friends in the class.
After class, I traveled to Cha! Cha! Cha's! with Aurora, Grace, and Hannah (whose name I couldn't remember last week). After we got our food to go, we went back to AIPD and had a dinner powwow in the Student Commons. I LOVE Thursdays. <3
We had a blast being all geeky about guys and such. I'm not... geeky about guys quite as much as they are, but... those of you who know me in person know what I'm like. I'm a walking contradiction. Aurora likes the gentlemanly British types (I burst out with a "Hugh Laurie!"). I actually did just describe myself as an asexual gerophile. Feh!
To get "technical", I'm a heterosexual asexual / aromantic.
Hmmm. Heterosexual asexual. Asexual heterosexual. The former implies first that I am asexual; the latter implies first that I am heterosexual. Each is true.
I guess part of my calling myself asexual is the fact that, yes, the thought of having sex is highly repellent to me. I think I'm annoyed with the fact that humans are so sexual.
My dreams are often highly sexual. Ugh.
Random: as I was walking to the MAX station on Yamhill after dinner in the Commons, I passed a guy in a wheelchair who asked, "Care to donate to a vet, my lady?"
HA. "My lady." First time I've been called "my lady." Ma'am, miss, little sister, and now "my lady."
I just told him "Sorry, none on me." I have to say this a lot in Portland.
I do appreciate that I can dress however the hell I want and still be recognized as female. This is a tad more difficult to pull on in GV. Of course, last week when I left Powell's for class one day, a woman holding the door for her little girl said, "Let this person pass by" as I was walking out.
OH MY GOD I'M A PERSON.
IT'S A NEW SEX!
That's not anger - just amusement.
Hey, that gives me an idea: maybe I am my own sex. My own separate biological designation. XD
ANYWAY, the guy-talk got me thinking about it. Blabbing.
One of these days, I might write up a thorough explanation of my thoughts of myself, but that's for a time that isn't right now.
Damn. It certainly fooled me. I was thinking it was [ROR-shack] all throughout Watchmen.
FAIL.
Today was another lovely Thursday. I was bad and finished my character interviews forty-five minutes before class began in open lab 259. When I got in class and Aurora asked about my interviews, I answered; Jacob spoke up, "Am I the only one who got this done ahead of time?" He probably was. XD
Za had us present our synopses and tell a bit about a couple of our characters today. She really liked my synopsis, which surprised me a bit because I'd struggled with it so much. It's difficult for me to create new stories or write about a concept for a story when I've focused on Brainsick so intensely for the past few years (WHY ISN'T IT DOOOONE?!), but I know this will help my writing in general. I need to be able to come up with new stories, have them sound believable.
Laryssa and I have an ongoing in-class joke in which we randomly shoot evil glares at one another, point an accusing finger, and say, "I'm watching you!" Animation students are all so wonderfully goofy.
I talked with David for a little bit today as well. I haven't had a class with him since summer 2007. I look forward to seeing his work, and the work of all my other friends in the class.
After class, I traveled to Cha! Cha! Cha's! with Aurora, Grace, and Hannah (whose name I couldn't remember last week). After we got our food to go, we went back to AIPD and had a dinner powwow in the Student Commons. I LOVE Thursdays. <3
We had a blast being all geeky about guys and such. I'm not... geeky about guys quite as much as they are, but... those of you who know me in person know what I'm like. I'm a walking contradiction. Aurora likes the gentlemanly British types (I burst out with a "Hugh Laurie!"). I actually did just describe myself as an asexual gerophile. Feh!
To get "technical", I'm a heterosexual asexual / aromantic.
Hmmm. Heterosexual asexual. Asexual heterosexual. The former implies first that I am asexual; the latter implies first that I am heterosexual. Each is true.
I guess part of my calling myself asexual is the fact that, yes, the thought of having sex is highly repellent to me. I think I'm annoyed with the fact that humans are so sexual.
My dreams are often highly sexual. Ugh.
Random: as I was walking to the MAX station on Yamhill after dinner in the Commons, I passed a guy in a wheelchair who asked, "Care to donate to a vet, my lady?"
HA. "My lady." First time I've been called "my lady." Ma'am, miss, little sister, and now "my lady."
I just told him "Sorry, none on me." I have to say this a lot in Portland.
I do appreciate that I can dress however the hell I want and still be recognized as female. This is a tad more difficult to pull on in GV. Of course, last week when I left Powell's for class one day, a woman holding the door for her little girl said, "Let this person pass by" as I was walking out.
OH MY GOD I'M A PERSON.
IT'S A NEW SEX!
That's not anger - just amusement.
Hey, that gives me an idea: maybe I am my own sex. My own separate biological designation. XD
ANYWAY, the guy-talk got me thinking about it. Blabbing.
One of these days, I might write up a thorough explanation of my thoughts of myself, but that's for a time that isn't right now.
