Got my picture taken today during art. Blech. At least it was "look-like-Remy" day so I was sporting some nice neutral colors. Quickly got a headache later while working on the current... erm... waterbottle composition assignment. Really, one would expect that everyone's drawing skills were at least competent at this point. Then again, I know of some horrendously unskilled people in the class.

Still... try making any sense of preliminary sketches of any translucent object (i.e. 2 li. bottles) filled with varying amounts of water while also minding the cast shadows and reflected lights. If any of the AP students touches the tape my group put down for markers, heads will roll and souls will be devoured.

While on the subject of souls, I got severa people's this morning. Had to use up the rest of my instant camera before I can get the pics from the concert developed, so I went up to random people (in my lil circle of friends) and snapped away. Took Karen's soul, but then she took my camera for a bit. Only got it back because karma was on my side and the ringing bell distracted her. Poor Tim and Mark pictures!

Psychology was interesting, to say the least. The chapter test was very easy (didn't even have to look at the notes that we could've used) except for three questionable answers for the Coping Methods portion. Blech. Afterwards took the Keirsey personality-type test again and (surprise surprise) I'm still an INFJ. Talked with Lily about various online tests and introduced her to Colorgenics.

Flavey absolutely loves her Martini book. And really, who wouldn't? We are definitely having martini night sometime (but first she has to drag me to the "gay store").

Slept for at least an excess of four hours today. Did not want to deal with 90% of the world, and I woke up a scant two minutes before Nick called me up to tell me 'bout the PA officer's meeting. I still have to write up the agenda for the officer's APC meeting this week. Ech.

Perhaps a confrontation is needed... but not now. I have a headache and no caffiene to combat it. Oh, and no one to push me towards shoving my skeletons out of the closet.

Speaking of skeletons and closets, there's a gallery opening sometime at the end of this week (still a bit fuzzy about whether it's on the 12th or 13th) at the West Sahara Library. My lil Quetzalcoatl shrine's gonna be in it.

Ha, knew it. DMH was stalking the bars after their set on Saturday, but he went to the ones on the balcony. Damn.

::shakes his head:: Catholic cabaret music? Isn't that a bit sacreligious already?