School Is Not Cool

Today has been a difficult day. Just about every Thursday is, considering I'm always multiple projects in depth for both my Friday art classes (that, might I add, are completely useless). I kind of skipped a few weeks of the morning class. But, hey, can you blame me? I don't want to draw naked people. I want to make movies! Nobody seems to want to understand that.

Anyway, I've spent multiple hours of this night setting up food related still lifes (still lives?), drawing some random person's, and I quote, "juicy" lips, and drawing lines that have no purpose with the only pen I have left that only slightly works. This whole deal is completely obnoxious. But, at least it's only 1:58 a.m. Usually I pull those, as some like to call them, all-nighters. Thankfully not this time. I wasn't messing around tonight!

At least there are only three weeks left of classes! Two left of my Wednesday and Thursday ones. I actually made a list of all the projects I have to complete by then and the grand total was sixteen. It sure seems like a lot to do, especially because there isn't a point for me to have to do them considering I don't want to grow up to be someone who draws everything in black and white and with charcoal!

It's alright, though. In the words of Degrassi, "Whatever it takes, I know I can make it through!" I always do. And once I do make it to December sixteenth, I'll spend multiple weeks off school and write and write. Then I'll never have to go back to, in the words of one of my characters, that "central pit of agony" because someone will have picked up my screenplay and realize the voice of me and anyone reading and enjoying this blog needs to be heard!