now playing... "while my guitar gently weeps." why the beatle kick all of a sudden? who knows. been like this all day.

sniff, sigh, ahhhh. first class over. too bad the work for it isn't. still have to write that darn paper. but no more roman art class. and the final exam's over.and surprise, surprise, joe didn't make it to constantine. i don't think anyone thought he would. how anyone could talk that much on emperors who barely ruled for 2 years each i will never know. but he's fun. and he gets the quote(s) of the day ( !!)

quote of the day: "i am an imperfect person and i cannot make a perfect desk."

quote of the day, the younger: "...the portrait bust of philip the arab...with his g.i. joe haircut..."

isn't it a kick in the head that my favorite project for bernard is going to be this friggin brochure? had it printed today and it is fiiiine. best thing i've done for the class. fate has quite the sense of humor, indeed. better than my corrupted flash file, alas.

will tackle paul c. stuff tomorrow. grr. hundreds of dollars for prints = bad. = v. bad. = i swear i will physically hurt him if he gives me guff about it on wed.

meanwhile, in the midst of all this madness, feel guilt as must move out by end of the week not to mention update story. story has stagmied. not good. and have such great scenes after the hump that keep getting in my head- friggin plot bunnies. having 39 steps' visions and oooh... is niiiice. will make lovely story if only can move the plot in that direction. unfortunately has stagmied (yes, i realize you know this now but situation has not changed). notice how there's not so much guilt with the moving out... :)

must now work on mint portfolio and enter businesswoman profile. businesswomen do not mess with fanfic. we are professional and create pretty folders about whitening breath mints.

yeah- i think finals is getting to me.