MORNING ;_;

Morning is bleh. :p

Just think... only a week and a half of this left. ;_; ahhhh...

2 hours down, 7 to go...

Got through class... drew a pretty nice tree. I didn't have time to render the cracks in the bark and such, but the shape and dimension of the tree was berry nice. It looks like the actual tree, but with smoother bark. (the prof keeps talking about how much she likes the "soft touch" in my work, and how it reminds her of some of the masters' work. Hee! :D)

ALYSON! Do I have a quilt square yet? ^_-

Anyhoo, back to work I guess. :p

Blar, matey!

I gotta find a dentist today or tomorrow. I am long overdue for a cleaning... and I must somehow con James into going too. He doesn't like the idea of going to the dentist because they've previously yelled at him for eating so much candy, even though he has prettier choppers than *I* do, even after all my orthodontic work. -_-; (he *does* brush his teeth obsessively, so if there's any way to eat candy *and* preserve oral hygiene, we should look to him for guidance. ;p)

I'm ridiculously tired right now... which is kind of odd since I went to bed pretty early last night! I had trouble getting to sleep though, so that's probably the culprit. SIGH. Tonight will be better.

Gotta love those censor-happy fanatics...

http://www.cnn.com/2001/SHOWBIZ/TV/08/01/tv.content/index.html

That article qualifies as an eye-roller... not only does Mr. Bozell sound borderline fanatic in his statements, but he also seems to have no concept of what's actually *on* TV.

First of all, what's with lumping three patently different shows like Buffy, Boston Public, and Smackdown together like that? These shows don't even fit in the same *category*. Buffy and Boston Public have received a great deal of critical acclaim. Buffy is a show that takes some real artistic risks, like an entire episode without spoken lines ("Hush"), and an episode dealing with death of a loved one that was probably one of the most intense hours of TV I've ever seen ("The Body"). And from what I've seen of Boston Public, its attempts at reflecting real inner-city life are nothing at all akin to WWF Smackdown, which is a vertiable smorgasboard of cartoony, exaggerated fakery.

The only thing that those three programs seem to have in common is that HE feels they're unsuitable for HIS kids, and while he's certainly entitled to that opinion, the rest of the world might not agree with his stance. And lord knows there are *plenty* of namby-pamby family-friendly programs for him to choose from, so why shouldn't he just choose what his family should watch, and enforce that decision? God FORBID anyone should have to put thought or effort into their parenting! ;p

I also strongly disagree with his whole "robbing our children of their innocence" bit. I don't think it's necessary to shelter our children that way, because they do need to know that violence and vulgarity *CAN HAPPEN* in our society. And true, we might hear people on NYPD Blue say "bitch," or see people on Melrose Place sleeping around, but that doesn't mean that we *have* to follow suit.

That's why we all need teach our kids to think for themselves, so they'll carefully examine the ideas that are put forth to them, rather than just accepting everything they see and hear as gospel truth. When they grow up and go into the real world, they'll need to have the ability to make conscious, rational decisions for themselves, and anybody who has a lick of sense will figure out that they don't need to light a building on fire just because somebody on TV did it.

(and as another point, Mr. Bozell seems to have conveniently forgotten that, at the beginning of *every episode*, Buffy broadcasts a warning that the program is intended for mature viewers. Hello? duh. ;p)

Okay, shutting up. Gonna eat lunch now. :D

One more thing on the previous post:

What kind of "family hour" is spent in front of the TV anyway? Don't family bonding activities usually entail more than just being in the same room with each other?? If you want a *real* family hour, then go play a freaking board game or something. :p

::cry::

So I have a packet of Butterfinger BB's today, cos I needed a treat today, and I just ate one... and it tasted kind of odd. It's kind of reminiscent of the resin fumes we had in our apartment a couple weeks ago, but that couldn't possibly be the cause of the funny-tastingness, since these candies were just brought upstairs from Felicia's like 2 days ago. O_o;;;;

Needless to say, I'm afraid to eat another one. ;_;

Gak...

So I called home to ask the guys about the Butterfinger BBs, and James said that they hadn't been downstairs at Felicia's, and that they were actually on top of Cory's computer during the resin incident. O_o;;;;; Good thing I only ate one piece.

I guess the gods don't want me to have sweets today. Drats. :(

Ah, impatience.

I called the Apple lady's office a few hours ago and left a message, and I tried again just now, and she's still not there. WTH, dude?? I WANT DISCOUNTS. ;_; My plans for world domination require discounts!

I want to go home... I have to go to the bank and maybe to the store too. Nurrr. I hate Monday.

Tummy. ;_;

My tummy is complaining... well, not really complaining per se, but it feels less than good. I have a queasy feeling like the one I get when I haven't eaten for a long time. I don't like it. And my head kinda hurts too. Fortunately, it's almost time to go home. W00tie. :D

The waiting game

So I'm sitting here waiting for the boys to get back so we can eat and play some Starcraft. I fell asleep for a short while earlier, and after waking up I did some sketching. Now I also have a snotty character for the leads in my manga to make fun of. :D Hoo hoo hoo!

Anyway, I'm HUNGRY. ;_; Feeeeed me!