Drumroll please ... I, Sonya Whats-her-face, who has finished entire research projects in one night, who could not for the life of her think of One. More. Thing. about the Rococo, who once worked retail barefoot an entire day, has Finished Her Art Midterm.
That's right folks. You won't have to hear a single thing about filigreed chairs, nekkid babies, colour schemes, or the influence of Antiquity.
Actually, I never mentioned any of those things. I sounded more like Ihateonlineclasses ARGHwhydidItakethis&%$#*class? OhMy&%$*^$#Ican’tdothis Iamgoingtodieofanessay, oressay-that-sucketh-titis. Ihatethisohmyfreakingheck.AHRSHGHGHHH&^%$%!
Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyhow I will revert to the familiar state of loathing online classes and normal procrastination. The downside of The Art Midterm That Tried To Eat My Brain, aside from the death-like symptoms, was that I couldn't stop trying to write but I never actually got anything done and so it was like a viciously frustrating limbo. Like purgatory if purgatory was more like hell.
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 19.3.06 ) .