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Oct. 23rd, 2009 04:30 pmSo I’ve applied to graduate.
I need to book another appointment with an advisor to sign some forms (that I’ve never head about) in order for me to graduate with my double-major, but I’ve applied. By next month, tuition will be paid off.
After seven and a half years, I will be done.
Could someone tell my why the hell I’m spending time looking at what universities might offer an MFA program that interests me or might swing with what I’m not yet decided on but am thinking about doing… at some undefined point in the hopefully less indebted future?
Right now, the UBC Okanagan MFA in Creative Studies sounds shiny.
HELP.
In other news, Art History From 1945-1970 midterm feels aced, Psych Methods and Stats sits at an A (with continuing doses of an instructor that looks like a Mythbuster, forwards xkcd strips to the class email list, and showed the first scene of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead to illustrate the Gambler’s Fallacy), and Drawing requires that I recreate a portrait as done by one of the masters for Tuesday. I’m thinking Holbein, maybe. Or da Vinci (not the ‘recently discovered’ one, as my instructor has her own arguments against it). Or Escher.
Treated myself to a showing of Monty Python: Almost The Truth (The Lawyer’s Cut) last night. As someone who was raised on their LPs by my parents (to the point that we quote them at each other quite constantly), I was thoroughly entertained… but a little embarrassed to realize that I hadn’t known that the late Graham Chapman was gay. The whole troupe have always seemed kinda asexual to me, even as I knew some were married (some repeatedly). It’s somewhat like how I tend to forget that Terry Gilliam’s American. Perhaps it was the abundance of fluid character ambiguity they all rode. They’re all just so very bendy in every sense of the term.
Hallowe’en costume is all but done. Just need to wash and dry the deer bones and finagle some sort of method of attachment, as well as do laundry for the base layers and drop cloth. Photos will come.
Candy, bought (on a bit of an eyeball theme).
Pumpkins, not yet done.
House, needs cleaning.
Roommates, still awesome.
Cats, mildly deranged.
Vacation, one week countdown.
I need to book another appointment with an advisor to sign some forms (that I’ve never head about) in order for me to graduate with my double-major, but I’ve applied. By next month, tuition will be paid off.
After seven and a half years, I will be done.
Could someone tell my why the hell I’m spending time looking at what universities might offer an MFA program that interests me or might swing with what I’m not yet decided on but am thinking about doing… at some undefined point in the hopefully less indebted future?
Right now, the UBC Okanagan MFA in Creative Studies sounds shiny.
HELP.
In other news, Art History From 1945-1970 midterm feels aced, Psych Methods and Stats sits at an A (with continuing doses of an instructor that looks like a Mythbuster, forwards xkcd strips to the class email list, and showed the first scene of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead to illustrate the Gambler’s Fallacy), and Drawing requires that I recreate a portrait as done by one of the masters for Tuesday. I’m thinking Holbein, maybe. Or da Vinci (not the ‘recently discovered’ one, as my instructor has her own arguments against it). Or Escher.
Treated myself to a showing of Monty Python: Almost The Truth (The Lawyer’s Cut) last night. As someone who was raised on their LPs by my parents (to the point that we quote them at each other quite constantly), I was thoroughly entertained… but a little embarrassed to realize that I hadn’t known that the late Graham Chapman was gay. The whole troupe have always seemed kinda asexual to me, even as I knew some were married (some repeatedly). It’s somewhat like how I tend to forget that Terry Gilliam’s American. Perhaps it was the abundance of fluid character ambiguity they all rode. They’re all just so very bendy in every sense of the term.
Hallowe’en costume is all but done. Just need to wash and dry the deer bones and finagle some sort of method of attachment, as well as do laundry for the base layers and drop cloth. Photos will come.
Candy, bought (on a bit of an eyeball theme).
Pumpkins, not yet done.
House, needs cleaning.
Roommates, still awesome.
Cats, mildly deranged.
Vacation, one week countdown.