by Matt | Nov 14, 2001 | Imported Entry
Wheeee! I’m done my 3D final. It sucks. A lot. But it’s done. I don’t really give a shit about the class or the assignment, but I’ll probably get an A or B on it anyway. I also picked up my matte board and worked on my digital final. So… for the next 6 days, all I have to do is slide a few prints into already cut frames and print out a final version of my digital piece. Ah, life is good. Now… if only I wasn’t broke.
You know it’s sad when you walk around your room thinking “I wonder what I can pawn?” I think I might get ride of some more CDs when I’m home on break. I have a collection of around 300, but I only listen to 70 or so. The rest are things like old Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, that kind of early 90’s crap. I think I can get a few bucks for them at Newbury Comics. We’ll see.
Whoops… got to run. Gotta jump in the shower and get downtown to Lauren’s. Later.
by Matt | Nov 14, 2001 | Imported Entry
Ok, a proper post this time. Things in Color went well. I did fairly well on my test, got some work done and reprinted a picture I noticed a mistake in. After that I rewarded myself with Chex Mix and a soda. Yah. I guess I’m still sitting here typing because I really don’t want to go home. Going home means going back to more work. It also means going home to bills that haven’t been paid, a dirty kitchen, no clean clothes and a computer thats become to slow. Poop. There is an upside though, tonight Lauren invited me over for dinner. Yah! Lauren is really pretty good in the kitchen and usually whips up something very tasty. My stomach thanks her. Otherwise I’d be eating waffles and frozen burger patties tonight. Probably combined together in a “waffle-burger sandwhich.” Which, if you’re broke like me, can be quite tasty if you’re hungry enough. Oh well. Time to go I suppose. Later.
by Matt | Nov 14, 2001 | Imported Entry
What a gray day it is. Damn the weather. I’m broke. Damn money. My knees hurt. Damn the Milford High Ski Team for four years of athletic abuse. My knuckle is sore. Damn my 3D carving tools. I have to go to the mall to pick up my matte board. Damn the mall and damn retail. Most importantly… Damn the man. Damn him for taking my money, damn him for creating momuments to commerce like the mall, damn him for my lack of effort in this post today. :-p
by Matt | Nov 13, 2001 | Imported Entry
Better yet… must and WILL study for my exam tomorrow. Yah… thats the ticket.
by Matt | Nov 13, 2001 | Imported Entry
Arg. Fucking Civ III. Damn it to hell. See, the problem with that game is not that its addicting, but that it’s aggrivating in an addicting way. See, it’s a trun based game, meaning, if you want to do something (move a guy, build a city etc) you have to wait to do it. Thats aggrivating. You need to “just get that guy there” or “just finish this one building” … then you’ll stop. Or not. I hate addicting games. I don’t have the time to play them. So… why am I playing Civ III. Because I wanted to see if I’d like it, so I’d have something to do over break… but I got sucked in early. Must stop playing. Must finish finals this week. Must… try… to… resist…
by Matt | Nov 13, 2001 | Imported Entry
Dispite wanting an adventure, it seems like I’m destined to have only a smaller version of it. The “rents” are dead set against a bus. Completely and overwelmingly against it. They’d rather have me fly. Now, I appreciate their consern, but the plane ticket would be twice the price and they wouldn’t be able to help me out in buying it. So, they want me to take the more expensive, more nerve-wracking, method of travel but are not going to be able to help with the extra cost or metal anguish I’d put myself through if I flew. Great. But, as far as they’re concerned, a plane is still faster and safer and I should just quit my worrying. To demonstrate this, they book a flight for my father for next week to come down. I again tell them it’s completely unnessisary to no avail. I can feel myself working up towards “one of those fights” were I leave and don’t speak to them for a decade. I love’em, but they’re really annoying sometimes. Anyway, I looked up plane tickets on both AirTran and Travelocity and the cheapest I could find was $230, round-trip, Boston to Houston. I would stll leave the 19th, still be home after New Years, but for some reason they have less of a problem with that then a bus. My mom obviously didn’t like the idea of me being gone for the season, but she gave me the backhanded guilt trip of “if it’s really what you want…” I dunno. Lauren and I will figure out some way of getting me to Texas for the holidays. If only her damn family wasn’t leaving the 22nd. Thats the worst possible day they could have picked. Arg. Oh well, that ones out of my control. I’ll just have to work around and and my folks are going to have to deal with it.
Current Mood: tired and crappy 
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