Objectifying.

Let's do this.

We're doing it man.

Were making this happen.


I think I will talk about my boots.

They are black standard issue police boots. Lightweight and rather tough.

I love these fuckers.

(This isn't the exact make that I have, but you get the picture.)

My father bought them for me. He works as a security guard.

He discovered the made through his work and after I expressed interest ("Holy shit those are cool.") we went to the police supply store and got a pair for myself.


I really feel that if I want to deal with some... tribulation that wearing these boots helps me succeed.

It's stupid. There is no logical reason that they would improve my performance.

But they make me feel better.

Good luck or some shit.

I would really miss having them.






Boy, that was sappy, eh?

Still, it's all true. Love these suckers to death.

Good for walkin', good for stompin', and all other forms of ass-kickery.


And that's it.

WEDNESDAY , WEDNESDAY , WEDNESDAY

Anything, eh?

Okay.

I am okay with that.






Crap. Hmmm...


Let's talk about the speech I have to give this weekend.

I'm attending a speech class online at Moorpark community college.

I am doing so because I need a public speaking course credit fulfilled.

The course entails online video lectures, weekly quizzes, and four on campus speeches.

This weekend I have to give my third speech. My informative speech.


My informative speech that I have yet to write.

I do not want to write thi-

What the.

Wha-

Ffffffffffffff-

Fine!

Fuck you Hermione!

I'm going to write the shit out of this thing!

My topic is ceramics? Awesome! I love ceramics! I'm a god dammed potter and I am good at it at that!



I'll show that bitch.

Thinks she is better than me.

Fuck her. And her stupid wand...






Okay time to stop procrastinating and being silly.

Off to actually get some work done.

I should be fine. I genuinely enjoy ceramics and I know the topic like the back of my hand.

I'm gonna focus on crystalline glazes and inform the audience about...

Chemical processes.

Physical processes.

And some historical impact.


Shit, that sounds good.

This will work.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaallrightythen.



And that's it.

A day of two emotions.

I hate Tuesdays.

I love Tuesdays.

I love 'em because I go to all my classes on that day. I learn a lot, and I have a good deal of fun.

I hate 'em because I go to all my classes on that day. And they are all really far apart.

I don't have a bike.

My feet hurt.



Anyways, time for fear and shit.

I was concerned about getting into the class. I was crashing. Thankfully, the first lecture was very fun, so that eased my apprehension.

I showed up, early, to the section meeting and was handily rewarded.

SWEET CRASH!


Made it in.

By the skin of my teeth. Bloody hell.

Awesome.


I hope I learn how the fuck to make better art.

I'm an art major and, while I have always been able to cobble together works that managed to get me good marks, I want to have more control.

Sometimes (read: most of the time) I feel like I don't really know what the fuck I am doing. I want really know what I am doing.

I want the surgical knife to go where I tell it to.


I think this class will help me with that.



And that's all folks. Or folk, since probably only my TA is reading this. Hi TA! I think that you boxing is really cool!

Anyways, yeah.

That's it.


P.S. I swear a lot. So if that is gonna be a problem well then FUC- I mean just tell me and I'll work on it.

In the beg-ginin'...

There was lecture. (On Monday.)

And it was good.

Basically, I came into the class not really knowing what to expect and was immediately very entertained.

Seriously Kip,

Because that was really entertaining and funny.

And informative!

On the contract sheet it said that sleeping in lecture is grounds for immediate dismissal.

I don't think that will be a problem for this class.

Mostly because he makes it interesting instead of turning off the lights, turning on a bright projector, and droning for an hour. I hate when teachers do that. It is like fucking hypnotism. I swear, it conditions my body to shut down.

The lecture is also at 3:30pm, so that helps too.

Anyways, there were many examples of icons presented to us. The really fast avalanche-esque slide-show was a very pointed example of a commonality of images that exists for people growing up in this age. Especially with the internet, due to it making images so readily available.

It was moving really damn fast though.


As for other stuff...

Welp, it really sucks for Alexandra Wallace

The girl is absolutely hosed. It is quite sad. Hope she manages, somehow.

The funny thing is, I heard the song remix of the video before I saw the actual thing. Kinda weird.

I liked the things the lecture talked about.

Fuckin' art. How does it work?

I guess this class will help with that question.

Considering the unit price, I hope to hell it does.



And that's it.