let lemons be angry

The psychology paper did not go well. It's just an elective module, but it was one of the few things I actually cared about this semester. At one point last month I felt I was staying in art school because of my elective. The worst thing was it was an easy paper, as all scientific papers are. You either know or not know the answers, it all depends on how much time you have to study it. Too bad that this was also my typography submission week. Sometimes your very best effort isn't enough, because time runs out and bodies wear out. It's only sad because I do care about these subjects even out of school, but my work makes it seem like I don't.

Whatever it is, the hellishest of all my hellish weeks is almost over. Soon I will be smothered by all the things i lack now, such as sleep and a tidy table. I can't wait to see damei tomorrow.

On another note, the art school is getting more interesting. There was a frightful unhygienic male nude model, a technician who killed a rat with a roll of students' drawings, a visit to the stop-motion animation studio to see all the incredibly intricate miniature sets and plasticine characters, student film screenings coming up, shiran's black and green library reaching completion, and people sleeping on rolling chairs in school labs three days in a row. (Notice none of these interesting things have to do with my sad vis comm world.)