Art history is boring.

Hello from Art history!!!



Today the fire alarm went off AGAIN (so many have gone off; three times in my dorms and then this is the second time in the Anderson building where all of my foundation classes are). Apparently the boiler blew up or something and the ground level was really smoky. It was quite the spectacle. There were like... 3 firetrucks. DID YOU KNOW FIREMEN HAVE THEIR NAMES ON THEIR PANTS? It's like those sweatpants that girls wear that say something like 'Sexy' or 'Bootylicious" except it had the name Fletcher.

After all that tomfoolery was done, I saw Fletcher take off his sexy pants and it was hot.

My dad gave me a bajillion popsicle sticks from 2 years ago. Actually, it's a little less than a thousand of them. I really want to do something with them; maybe make a sculpture? That'd be cool.

I also forgot to tell you all about my Freak Show adventure. I went to a freak show the other day and there were sword swallowers and fire breathers and expert hoola hoopers and mental flossing and nail beds and a guy stapled money to his scrotum and clowns and it was real weird and cool. It was in the backyard of someone's house over by the Drexel campus in University City. It was off the wall. It seemed like everyone was on something whether it was pot or acid or they were just drunk. I'm not sure if that took away from the experience or added to it.
Speaking of drunk people, I saw one of my highschool art teachers there! And he was drunk. He was yelling to a 15 year old hoola hooper, "DO IT, DO IT!" And people yelled back to him, "Do what? What is she supposed to be doing?" And he replied, "SHE'S DOING IT ALREADY JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING."
And then he talked about art and circles and shit.

Hooommnn. Art history is done. I can leave now. See ya.

P.S. I have discovered the Corel Painter X program on my computer (the school computer they gave me) and am reeeeeeally excited to work with it eventually.