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.