Guys. I have Fridays off of school and work and responsibility. This is not a particularly new development, but today I did things worth talking about. I woke up relatively early. I texted my friend, who I'd made plans with earlier in the week. Plans, still on. I got my lazy butt out of bed at 9:15 and got myself into the car to pick up a friend of mine for fun! exciting! things! We went to Wolfgang's for breakfast, which was awesome. And then, after a quick detour back home to pick up my student ID, we went to the GRAM.
The GRAM is exactly like the DIA, except it's collection isn't as good and it costs a dollar more to get in. And the building is new, instead of the fairly fantastic mashup of additions of time and space that the DIA consists of. Today's visit had a Purpose (it's the little flame/that lights a fire under your ass). We have to write essays. For Art History. About Rauschenberg. He's a big deal, apparently. And I don't think he's dead. I should probably find out if he's dead or not before I turn my essay in. These essays, apparently, are a big deal. It's hard to express your thoughts in writing. You should take notes and write an outline and then write your essay and rewrite and edit it. This is what my professor has said.
How did all of us make it to college without writing an essay? I mean, I'm speaking for others, maybe. I've written an essay or two (or a million and a half, hey there APs!)
My SUPER EXCITING VERY TOP SECRET GREAT AMAZING PROJECT will be revealed VERY SOON. Dudes. Be excited.
BUT FIRST, let's talk about something else. Two different people pointed out my horrible accent to me today. Maybe it's an upper midwestern thing, maybe it's a me thing, I dunno. All I know is that, sometimes...
I love all y'all. G'night.