I made a post at 6:30am today...yesterday...whatever. But apparently it didn't post.
:edit, apparently it did post: It wasn't really interesting anyway.
In the last 36 hours I have had a total of 4 hours of sleep (this afternoon, it is currently 3:46am). And I'm not even really tired.
I have finished my computer music final, my drawing final, and now my MTA research portfolio. This means I have nothing until next thursday at 4 - my critique with Ron. I also have a drawing review at 11:25am Monday, but I don't have anything to do for that. I need to work on my prints for Ron, but I do have well over a week to do them. I plan on sleeping a lot between now and then. And other various activities. Maybe eating.
I have no conception of time. The last distinct day I remember was saturday. Saturday was fun. Sunday and Monday did not have any distinction, and therefore don't count as days. I do think that pulling an alnighter is much better/easier when Noah's around to entertain me/keep me awake. We found out that the coffee shop in Gville opens at 7am.
I just realized that 5 of the papers I printed off for MTA have the wrong title on them. So instead of saying the title of the show, they say "AMBER YODER'S SENIOR PROJECT". This means that I'll have to get up a little earlier so I can go to the lab and fix that. Damn. But on the plus side, I do have a 15pg. script, which is far more than anyone else in that class has. And I have a nifty red report cover for it, so it's all official and eyecatching. Yeh, that's how I roll.
I want to watch Fantasia.
Someone sort of used my work in their own work. I said they could use some clips, but they used the entire thing, chopped it up and put it in their work. Then all these people were looking at it, and commenting on how cool it was, and they were commenting on the parts that were mine. I guess the libertarian in me doesn't care, being pro-appropriation/open source/freedom of intelectual material yada yada yada. But the selfish artist in me does. I just made that piece, and I actually feel proud of it. not to mention, the other person's piece wasn't really that good. Maybe that's what bugs me.
God I'm so arogant. Listen to me. Shut up and go to bed, Amber. Okay. Night.
