I miss my camera

So here is a picture from someone else's.

more childhood flashbacks

In a fit of nostalgia, I managed to locate an old online text game I used to play in middle school. I putted around for a while and got bored, and decided to type the command, "kiss farmers." The game responded with, "You must have a very strange social life."

Random childhood flashback

When my brother and I were in middle school, my brother had 3 groups in his AIM buddy list: Nintendo, Sony, and Microsoft. Nintendo were the cool people, Sony were the okay people, and Microsoft were the people he didn't like (why he continued online correspondence with them, I will never know). For the longest time I had just assumed I was a Nintendo, but then one day I found my screen name on the Sony list. And in some small way, it broke my heart.

A miracle has occurred

I don't know if it's because I misread the assignment (a highly likely possibility) or because the hand of some cosmic force of benevolence assisted me, but the unthinkable has occurred--after gearing up for a full night and day of coding with dinner, snacks, drinks (all of which were inhaled in a gruesomely short period of time) and a deep feeling of regret for not starting sooner, I manage to finish in... 3 hours?? With multiple daydreaming/facebook/weak-but-well-intentioned-jive-kick breaks?

I drew my first penis

For four years I have avoided it--the awkward process of staring at, analyzing, and finally rendering in some form or another what appears to be a hack-up, last minute appendage tacked on to an otherwise beautiful human form. I chose angles that hid the beast from view, or tastefully applied a skirt or other piece of clothing to cover it. Even Doug's silent, accusatory glances and Scott's outright criticisms could not prevent my chronic castration of male figures. But today, when our model sat with legs splayed in my direction, his glory facing me head on as if daring me to ignore it, I knew that I finally had to fill in the empty crotch space that has characterized my artwork thus far. And even though it is insultingly diminutive, hastily drawn, an inorganic shade of orange, and resembles a trebuchet or duck more than a propagator of offspring, I did it. I finally drew a penis.

I have decided to start going to the gym

after realizing that the act of shoving laundry in the machine elevates my heart rate to a level that qualifies as cardiovascular activity.

Dear CIS262 homework

you are doing a lousy job of spontaneously completing yourself.