I suppose I can be an extremely distant individual. Yes, I'm often chipper or spirited, but what do I say that builds bridges to the person within? I will laugh and pay attention to the wrong things. There are the few people that I like, and those that intrigue me. There are many folks who I just deal with, or put up with as a matter of convenience. Another group, into which most of the world falls, would probably be best off just not bothering me. My reality is not capable of being shared with everyone.
I suppose it is the time of the year in which a post detailing my new set of classes would be most appropriate.
Fashion in Art History: Hmm, I could make historical costumes and get extra participation credit for it ... as an eight a.m. class, it may be a painful way to start most of my days, but that sort of information makes me perk up. Whatever I make could do double-duty as a Halloween costume ... or perhaps I could find a cosplay that I like which has many historical sources, and make that, then do a report of sorts pointing where each bit draws from. I think I'm skilled enough to turn "it looks cool" into a paper, with a bit o' effort.
Web Design: This class is going to drive me absolutely nuts. I hate it when As are impossible to obtain (I recall my Figure Drawing stint of semesters past), but I also hate it when they are mindlessly easy to obtain! I must repeat the phrase "Remember, easy A" over to myself, so as not to forget the reason I chose this course. I did not select it for its challenge or for its interesting subject; I picked it to bring up my GPA.
Italian: Suffice it to say that I will be suffering this semester.
Wheelthrowing: This should be interesting. I have a super-painful open blister on my left foot which makes it very difficult to stand wearing any sort of shoes other than flipflops. This currently makes wheelthrowing a rather painful class ... I imagine getting clay grit/dirt/etc. in the wound would hurt like hell, but forcing myself into bandaids/socks/solid closed-toe shoes also hurts like hell. I alternate between the shoe pain (results in me hopping around the studio on one foot) and the risk of dirt pain (... the results of which could be potentially ouchy).
Choir: Haven't actually had this one yet, as classes have been delayed while auditions are carried out for people who actually want to climb the ladder of available organizations.
I dropped the Lord of the Rings class, bringing myself down from seventeen to fourteen credits. I realized that it is, after all, my last semester, and given that I have already fulfilled most of my requirements, I don't need to overburden myself with classes for these few months.
I think Tolkien is long-winded, and his stuff can get extremely tedious to read. I had wanted to take the class despite this, mostly because its existence is a real homage to geekdom on this sort of campus. I knew just about everyone in the class, as it turned out, a good third of them are in my club.
The class had the potential to be interesting, but it turned out to be not so. The syllabus showed that the reading was ineffectively structured, resulting in the students having to read most of the Rings trilogy in the last two weeks of the semester (a super-bad idea, given that this is when the major concerts, finals, etc. start pressuring people). There was a copious amount of writing, which normally does not bother me, but in this case ... ugh. Too much dry-bones material and work, not enough fun.
I also found that the teacher is an incompetent public speaker who cannot utilize Power Point. His slides were not that great, and he hardly seemed to realize what a distraction they were for many of the students. In my mind, Power Point is basically a crutch, and his rendition of it was almost humorously painful. Trying to listen to this guy's lectures was somehow the equivalent of watching someone with a broken ankle forget that he had a two-foot stick to lean on. He was like a male, Coke-downing version of Yuna's VA in FFX, a word-wanderer incapable of completing sentences in a standard manner.
I've been getting a lot of run-around with paperwork this semester. I imagine it'll only get worse ... I just hope it has a point to it, and is not the result of excess rules that nobody really reads anyway.
I fiddled around and came up with a form that I think may work out for the skirt of Fuu's final armor. By my guesstimations (I did remember to leave space in for seams), I'll need eighteen of these shapes to put together ... I'll cut at least twenty just in case. This will have to wait until tomorrow, because I am tired and quite cranky.