Felix Culpa
'Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling, unless he treats you a damnsight better than the Almighty!'
O, what a Fortunate Fall...
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Reading Marianne Hirsch, “Projected Memory: Holocaust Photographs in Personal and Public Fantasy” for New Europe revision.
Breathe out and let it go.
Photos from my Historiography exam 03.
Photos from my Historiography exam (tech run, the day before) 02
Photos from my Historiography exam 01
One severely-bruised knee and six foam darts later, my Historiography practical exam is done. Just the critical review, and my New Europe written exam to go.
I’ll upload pics soon. Thinking shower, tea, photos, and maybe “Blade”.
GPOY…Why Is It So Goddamn Warm In My Room?! Edition. No Art Hippie today. Today, we join the Futurists (for my Historiography exam. Kill me now) and attempt to shoot things with a nerf gun.
Quote of the day yesterday, when I gave the technician Rob a go of the gun: ‘It’s like Call of Duty, but real life!’
Waiting for my animation to render…like a boss…if your boss is a sore and miserable winner.
GPOY…How To Look Like An Art-Hippie Edition. It was not intentional, and my wardrobe is offering me little else, since most of it is drying on the clothes’ horse beside me. So NIN shirt and linen trousers it is.
Today, I have to go and set up for my exam tomorrow, somehow become a whizz on Blender, and stop being stupid. Hopefully, all these things will only take a couple of hours. Hopefully, too, the ink I ordered will arrive, so I won’t have to traipse around campus and fight my way into the library to print the rest of my paper-plane manifestos.
Not helping the art-hippie image, huh?
Later skaters.
So now I feel tired and stupid.
I say too much, and sometimes I really should hold my damn tongue.
I didn’t get the early night that I wanted, but I didn’t go to bed so late, either. 9am rolls by and I find myself struggling, once more, to drag myself out of bed. This is new to me - a phenomena that has only been occurring over the past two or three weeks. I have always been dog-tired, yes, but I have not always had such trouble waking up early. This is not good when I have an exam in two days and need to be on campus for 10am.
Work has to be accomplished today. Today is the last day for it. Tomorrow is the tech run, and Wednesday is the exam. Sigh. I have no motivation. I feel as if I am made of lead.
Come and talk to me? Inspire me, insult me. Tell me something I don’t know.
Yesterday evening, I got a call from a friend offering me a ticket to see Lovely Rita, a student production, on at the Arts Centre on campus. With some hesitation, I agreed to go. I enjoy it, though there were a few odds and ends that needed a little neatening, and a little coaxing. I then hung around with said friend and had a drink (of lemonade) and then we wandered home. He left, and I watched an episode of Monty Python’s Flying Circus with Justin, who promptly fell asleep. Cute.
This morning, I don’t feel human. I know it was a late night, but I’ve had worse, and I have only been up for an hour. I am on my second cup of tea, and I imagine this is what it feels like to be hungover. Not even fair.
I’m supposed to be script writing for my exam.
There are a whole lot of emotions swirling around my head today.
I have ripped disc one of NIN’s Ghosts to my laptop three times. It says it has done it, but then there are only two tracks on my computer. Which two tracks they are, my computer cannot decide - the stats beside the basic “Ghosts I” and “Ghosts II” keep changing. What’s going on?! Disc two ripped just fine!
