keys to the ivy league

it's creative frustration as well. unless you're specifically taking an art class, this place will suck your creativity dry. which is really sad. i'm in a school full of handraisers and question askers, but when you ask them to create something beautiful, they shudder in fear. i think something needs to be changed a bit here.

so today, i had my 3rd exam out of four. it went okay, i guess. i didn't fail.
afterwards, of course i didn't feel like studying for my exam on friday. of course.
but i was feeling quite frustrated and suppressed. my sexual tension has been building up since last weekend, along with the compounding creative frustration. it was like a large monstrous beast dwelling inside me, and today, that creative monster decided to finally force its way out where i couldn't think of doing anything but somehow creating artwork.

funny how creativity can take hold of you just like sex can.

so, lacking space and materials and patience for painting of any sort, i decided to draw. i took out my mechanical pencil and my computer paper and looked on deviantart for something i might be able to draw. here's where that buildup of eroticism from saturday night came out. i decided i wanted to draw a nude. i'd never done a nude before. so i clicked on artistic nudes and picked one out to draw.

i have never had any formal drawing training. i've never had any formal art training. i just get that urge sometimes to create, even if the product kind of sucks.

so i drew this naked chick. her right arm is fucked all to hell, and she's shaded weird, but i kind of like her. she's hot.

and she's good at relieving my...tension. =]

it is saturday.
both of my exams are complete.
i survived.

BUT LAST NIGHT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
so there's this thing the night before exams start where all the students scream and streak around the yard at midnight in the freezing cold. it's amazing. the band plays and everything.
i wasn't going to participate; i was just going to wear a bathing suit bottom and a bra and pass out drinks.
so we go outside, it's like "feels like" nine degrees weather and windy as fuck.
i run out of energy drinks in like 5 minutes.
then, i see some of my male friends stripping and jumping into the fray.
i was just like, "i'm doing it."
so yeah. stripped. ran around the yard.
i feel totally accomplished.
i'm like reborn.
a new woman.

it was warm, until the alcohol effect started to wear off.
(did i mention we pregamed? that's why the cold wasn't so troublesome.)
i don't think i've ever experienced that cold of weather ever, let alone NAKED.

it's so odd when random people and tourists take pictures of you though.
and one of my friends said he saw me running. SO AWKWARD.

BUT COMPLETELY WORTH IT!<3

so when it was all said and done, i came back to my room, still intoxicated.
it's 1:30 am. i had an exam at 9 am.
i had ONE MORE LECTURE to watch.
so i watched it.
while intoxicated.

so i go to take my exam this morning, feeling oh so unprepared.
it had two essays on it.
one of them was the lecture i watched while i was intoxicated.
well i ROCKED that essay. i remembered the lecture word for word.
it was absolutely insane. unreal.
pregaming studying makes you remember shit? i'd think it would be the opposite.
psych study anyone? i'll be your participant. =]


heyhey, guess what?

MLIA. fuckyeah.