-Foetus, Here Comes The Rain

I spent about 5 hours today off in the far flung sculpture studio at my campus putting a plaster mold on (putting it on badly, I might add), what was at one point a decent looking, clay mock up of a hand; I'm not even sure if it'll survive, as I made so many errors in the process. All the details of the clay mock up were badly marred when I needed to hit the damn thing with an extra coat of water because it dried out. It was supposed to be done on Monday and I had to beg the studio tech to let me stay for an extra fifteen minutes tonight just so I could have it finished by tomorrow.

My muscles ache. I chipped a few of my nails. Bits of plaster have lodged themselves below my finger nails; there's been slight bleeding. I may have ruined a perfectly good Homestuck shirt. My hands smell, what seems like may be permanently, of bleach. And I despise one of my classmates, who I know I'll be forced to share workspace with.

All of this just the first assignment, in a class that I only need cursorily, working toward my Major; a Bachelors in Fine Arts. A degree which pretty much guarantees a life of drifting, unemployment, broken relationships, and possible heroin abuse.

God Damn, I love being an art student! Nothing like stress to let you know how important what you're learning is! Art Is Important.

- Got Pal