My second year being connected to the internet, ca. 2002, I got a scanner. (Long story on how and why I got one…to put it in a nutshell, I was a brat and my mom tried to make me feel better. =P) That, you people, was the gateway to my demise. Er. Well, okay. Not really a demise (otherwise I’d be dead), but more of a not-so-tragic downfall. It helped, though. I joined deviantART and within a few months, I became pretty popular with my stuff. I posted constantly at a consistent rate, I was a lurker in the forums AND in the Shoutbox (does that even exist anymore since they released that chat thingo?) AND… And… And there’s nothing else to tack onto that.

However, things started going sour and eventually I got fed up and left dA. (Jark, anyone?) Not only did I abandon all of the artwork on there (un-watermarked & -copyrighted, might I add), but in “leaving dA,” I lost all of my supporters. Ca. 2005, I tried to come back, but it wasn’t the same and so like a nomad, I left again. Ca. 2006 I returned, posted a few things, took them down, and closed the account. (Not technically, since they force accounts to remain open for “archival” purposes or some lame reason.) Ca. today… I tried to open a new account using my UArts address, but lo and behold — my UArts email account eats my emails, so I don’t get the important ones. I would have used my Hotmail account, but… it’s been used zillions of times, so…

Anyway, I was just thinking. I would say about 53% of all students at UArts are on dA for one thing or another. I wanted to open up a new account for my photography (I bet you all didn’t know I was into pictures, too, eh?)… I mean, no lie, I take a mean picture of the sun. :) Okay, okay, enough conceited remarks. So back on the subject of deviantART — a good friend of mine hailing from the outskirts of Pittsburgh (I HAD to remember to spell that correctly otherwise she would have flown to the Cross Keys airport, walked to my house, broke in, and tased me. “Don’t tase me, bro!”) once told me about a time she went to the deviantART website. Well, at least a time she INTENDED to go to the dA site. She misspelled the name by one letter and was immediately taken to a pornography website. xD

If I really do want this new dA account for my stuff, then I guess I could crack open my Gmail account and use that. *Shrugs*

Score: still 7-4 until I can find another valid comparison. Just face it: commuters kick dormers’ butts. Okay, must go work on 2-D (YAY!) homework some more before I fall asleep at Delicious (laptop). (Yes, all of my electronics have names. SHHH.)

I‘ve calculated the score and now it’s 7-3, the dormers gain another point just because. Actually, dormers get to sleep in longer than commuters. :)

x__x = Me.

I wrote down all of my pending assignments last night before I did my paper for Durso. (Which, btw, isn’t really due today for me because of yesterday’s conference cancellation.)

1. Drawing - Complete large scale arc leaf using bow compass w/extension arm. Due Monday.
2. 2-D - Complete large scale painting of whatever was drawn. Due Tuesday.
3. 3-D - … Well. Those two deltahedron projects were due today… Uh. Yeah. I brought those in on Wednesday.
4. Graphic Design Projects - Who cares what her homework is? x3 Just kidding. Complete the three leaf panels with the leaf images chosen in class. Due Wednesday.
5. Art History - Read the rest of chapter five, quiz on Monday.
6. Writing - …Um, there’s a paper due, uh, today. And, uh, for those of you…who… Uh, for those of you who couldn’t meet up with the professor, uh, don’t worry. Just…don’t worry about it. It won’t be due until later for you. Uh, so yeah. (Sorry, couldn’t resist.)

Not a very big load, but very time consuming. Who can say 4-hours of sleep tomorrow morning before work? :)

I still don’t understand how more loans than I needed were taken out. I thought the numbers were adjusted based on what tuition was. I’m confused. @__@

I also need to have a chat-speak with the people at the bank tomorrow because in my monthly statement, it says that I withdrew three times in one day, and that’s not true. That one particular day, I had gone to the ATM on a whim to see if their ATM was back up and running. I did a balance inquiry, then attempted to take out $25. It said that it couldn’t dispense the cash and that my transaction was canceled. Thinking something was wrong, I tried again and it told me that I couldn’t take out $25, that it had to be in multiples of $20. So then I just took out $20. I don’t know. Silly ATM. =)

I went to Utrecht yesterday. :\ They kind of know me there because I practically live in there. x__x Dear professors, I really do admire you (most of you anyway), but please, please, please~ Cut down on the needed materials! It’s really depressing me. It’s not the money really… It’s the fact that I have to keep running back and forth from the store to Anderson, and then at the end of the day from Anderson to the Broad St. Line stairs (PATCO hides in there) WITH the materials I just bought. It’s not commuter-friendly, I tell you. So I guess that means dormers get another point. 7-4. Commuters still winning. =)

How do I disable emoticons on this thing?! >=[

Getting off of the El, we started walking through what’s known as University City. Of course, rather than being on the UPenn side of it, we were in Dragon territory. That is, Drexel University. So knowing where we were, I gave my old Overbrook turned Eastern friend a ring since she goes to school there. Her voicemail message was the most creative thing I have ever heard. By listening to it, I learned something else about my friend Nati — She’s a pretty decent rapper. I couldn’t tell you most of what she said other than, ‘My name is Nati!’ :3 Anyway, I was phoning her to see if she wanted to tag along with us to the UPenn Museum, but I figured she was in class. So I left her a Michee-message. (Yes, everything I do is named after me. Deal with it.)

Not only did we see the Drexel Dragon everywhere, but we saw some pretty interesting things… Like some old business man on a tiny bike. A big contrast to the young college student on the oversized (height-wise) bike. I didn’t, however, catch any of those tiny army men that seem to be cemented everywhere in University City. I must ask Nati about that one. University City is a major contrast from Broad Street — it’s busy, but sparse; whereas Broad St. is busy and a lot of the time crowded. I’m guessing because it’s pretty much a confined area like the campuses of SJU and Rowan. (Rowan was the worst college I applied to. No lie. I was accepted, but it took thirty years to get everything, y’know, squared away.)

I guess this would be a random statement to make, but when I get hot, I break out in the bend of my arms. Usually it’s my right arm. Kind of strange if you ask me. So while walking down the cheesesteak stairs (only Jamie and Lauren know what I mean by that), my right arm starts breaking out. And like a child with chicken pox, I start scratching… and scratching… and then? It puffs up and turns red. =\ Okay, so now my arm looks diseased and it starts to burn. Itching, burning~ What an amazing combination, ne? But enough about my dysfunctional arm — I’ll get onto the good (or semi-decent, however you want to look at it) stuff.

Because we do things the hard way, none of us went to the UPenn Museum website (or read over Ms. Miller’s handout), so we got there a little too early. So to compensate for the faux pas, we went to Starbucks (this is before we attacked the Broad St. Line/30th St interchange) and indulged in breakfast. I had a caramel Frappucino and a breakfast sandwich (I’m addicted, no matter where they’re from), Lauren had a breakfast sandwich and Jamie bought the green tea latte…which was dumped into the city waste bin wholly. Oh wait, backtrack! Last night I got a check in the mail from the university for no apparent reason. At least, the reason wasn’t written in the envelope. Okay, continue now~ After I used my monster-skills to eat that sandwich, my Frappucino and I traveled across the street to Hamilton where I went to the finance office and waited. Finally they helped me and I was given a printout of all charges and junk to clarify why I was getting money back. Apparently I overpaid on tuition and they were giving it back to me as something “I could live on.” -__- So in short, I didn’t have to pay the tech fee. My tuition ended up being only somewhere around 1.5k for this semester. =)

I‘m committing the biggest no-no in writing. Ever. I’m not going in order chronologically. But that’s okay. I think everyone can understand. So bouncing back from when we get off of the El, we walk through the Drexel campus, I call Nati, etc. We get into UPenn territory and attack the museum stairs because we’re still early. Only fourteen minutes early, but still. So being the avid photographer that I am (hahahaha, right) I started taking pictures of random things. Like Jamie getting poked while succumbing to my annoying photo taking. Mmm, yeah. Finally at 9, one of the guards came out and unlocked the gates so we could go in. Naturally, while inside the gates, I had to take pictures. I won’t post them here, but they may eventually end up on my Facebook or on my LiveJournal. It depends on where I feel like showing them off.

The receptionist lady was super enthusiastic and scolded me for not being enthusiastic as well. xD Yeah. So… Pictures? I’ll let the pictures talk. I’m too lazy to type anymore. =\ *Melts into a blob* =3

Okay, too lazy to add the other awesome pictures. Maybe some other time. Now I have to watch my uni-email account for an email that may appear from Durso. D: I have an appointment with him!

College is great. It’s like an expansion pack for high school, just like Sims Vacation is an expansion pack for The Sims.

But I miss my high school friends. My high school teachers.

Most of all I miss the tennis team I’ve been on for four years. I miss my coaches. I miss having to use the rest room during lineups but never before. I miss getting candy from my opponent’s parents because they thought I played super well.

Most of all I miss my friends there. My teammates. The girls I ruled over for two years.

Ah well. Stuff happens.

Anyway, enough of the “OMG I’M SO SAD” stuff; let’s move on. So… I have no 3-D homework which is pretty awesome considering I always have stuff to do for that class. Not that it’s a bad thing, it’s just that I’m used to always having something to do. (A little redundant?)

Okay, I’ll finish and re-edit this post when I get back home to Jersey. BTW, the score is now 7-2, commuters are STILL winning. >=)

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I love Wednesdays. I have two of my favorite classes and…well…one that’s not so favorable. But anyway, in 3-D I felt 0wned again. Like I was explaining to Ryan, it was so different in high school. It was like everyone knew that you were the art kid, that you were good at it, and that no one could replicate you. And then, you go to an art school and everyone’s the art kid, and everyone’s good at it and you can easily be owned, and even replicated. Regardless, I think I brought a little sunshine into the room with my block story…even if only three people (Ms. Johnson, Nicole, and Justina) laughed about it. (Man, you people really need to wake up.)

Then it was our common block; some of us stayed in Ms. Johnson’s room to do…stuff. :D I talked to Ryan some more about his Stonehenge looking thing and we agreed on the same things. Too bad he has a girlfriend and I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend. :P

Kaitlin and I left common block early to go to 2-D (-insert PM theme here-). We were just playing around on the computers and a little after class started (or was supposed to start or something), I laughed out loud. By accident. Don’t think too many people noticed… I hope. :3 Oh well, I’ll blame it on Dawn since it was her post I was reading.

Okee, I’ve got things to accomplish. (Like reading for art history. =[)

Or maybe I’ll watch the Boku Wa Kuma PV again. “Bonjour! Je m’appelle Kuma! Comment ça va?” Orrrr, maybe I’ll watch the new Happy Slip video again — “Mac Daddy.”

I‘m finally done all of my projects for 3-D. At least, for now. :P I completed my decadeltahedron/icosahedron model finally~! That only took three hundred and something years. It consists of eight of each deltahedron in a nice, even circle. :3 Pretty nifty if I do say so myself. Almost all of the shapes are sealed with “Magic” tape (which, btw, isn’t so magic) except for that stupid one that had to leak hot glue on my leg. According to Kaitlin, my leg looks worse than it did when I first got burned. Oops? Ah well. The one on my calf looks like a hunk of flesh is gone. xP In class I kept poking it and Kaitlin goes, “If you keep playing with it, it’s going to rip open and you’ll get black paint in it!” Psh. =D Yeah, it could happen~ I couldn’t resist poking it, though. Anyway, I also got the… Well. I don’t know what it’s called, so I’m going to call it the deltahedron frame. I did, of course, the decadeltahedron. That and the icosahedron are my favorites. (Can you tell?) I hope Ms. Johnson likes it. =D I worked hard on it~! ;_______;

I also finished the serial planes and that other masonite/dowel thing I had to do. Of course, the latter merited another dumb Michee moment~ I went to Michaels (why isn’t there an apostrophe in the name Michaels???) to get some more 1/8″ dowels for that project since I ran out of the ones I bought from Katharine. Well, I get there and can’t find them. Naturally, I start browsing. I was actually also looking for a multi-pack of Microns like the ones I bought from Utrecht (I swear, they have me under their thumb there) but they only had singles and the singles weren’t even open stock. D: So anyway, I’m looking at the less than mediocre selection they have of the Microns when lo and behold~ SHARPIE MAGNUM catches my eye. =O So I’m standing in the aisle, looking like a stupid nerd going, “Whoa, nowai…!!” I look around and quickly swipe one off of its hook to read the packaging. Whooooaaaaa… So I take another one. They were seriously five dollars each, but I’m sure they’re going to be worth it.

I finally realize that the more time I waste at Michaels googling over stuff I don’t need but will eventually buy anyway will reduce the amount of time I have to get stuff done. So as I’m walking back up to the front, this beefy (okay, jiggly, jaggly, whatever), long-haired man strolls by. I stop him and ask for directions him if they sell dowels. Of course, idiot me looked in wood crafts rather than…the Styrofoam aisle? -___-* Okee. So I go up to their broad selection (they had eight sizes….) and find the 1/8″ dowels. I grab ten and run to the front to check out. At this point, I realize that those dowels look a tad too large to be the same 1/8″ dowels I bought from Katherine. (I really hope I’m spelling her name right.) I disregard that fact and get home…

…Only to realize that they ARE indeed too big. So I start sanding…and sanding…and sanding. Finally I whine to my dad about my dowels and he did the unthinkable… No. He didn’t spank me. No. He didn’t burn my dowels… No. He says casually, “Well. Do you still have the reciept?” *facepalm* I do. But I’m not going back. No way. Long story short, I ended up going to Lowe’s (now THAT name has an apostrophe!) and getting ten new dowels. =D And these were way better than Katharine’s only because I didn’t have to sand them. :3

My eyes are tugging at my eyelids, but I have to do my 2-D homework first. This will be an early night hopefully. Not another 1 AM night~!