Bad Day.

9:40am: I wake up and realize my alarm did not go off when it was supposed to, therefore I missed Roman Architecture. Okay, not that big of a deal as I've already read the text book for fun (yes, so unbelievably nerdy). So I hurry up and get ready and go to my next class, which is called "Many Ways of Being Human". And it's even dumber than it sounds. They should basically title it, "Many Ways of Attempting to Turn Innocent Students Vegans/Lesbians/Liberals". So I hate this class already. I go inside and sit down and our teacher announces we will be watching a movie called Jungle Burger. You probably already know where this is going. I wasn't exactly awake yet so seeing cow becomes McDonald's and every bloody, gruesome step in between wasn't so great. I mean it was literally 50 minutes of cheap documentary showing people killing cows, cutting them open, etc. It was basically Steps 1-15 of a slaughterhouse and then some "everyone who works for the fast food industry should be shot" thrown in at the end. And they didn't just show it once. I mean, I know what happens to cows but it doesn't mean I need to see it! I'm a girl who likes meat and I also like animals! I'll eat a burger in a peace but it's not because I'm a heartless animal hater. It was ridiculous. So I basically run out of that class to my next one and did I mention its like miserably cold today? The wind was seriously gonna freeze my nose off. So there is a very special event that happens on the U of A mall every year. One of my least favorite days of the year. Some very loud, very obnoxious anti-abortion group sets up HUGE panels all over the mall of really graphic, gruesome pictures of aborted fetuses, babies, etc. Don't get me wrong, I am totally anti-abortion. However, I very strongly disagree with what they do at school. So I walked by that and went to my class and got out at 12:15. Ah, great me and 50,000 other students would like lunch now. Much like parking places, there's not enough tables inside for all the hungry U of A students. So I sat outside, freezing my butt off with a lovely view of the aborted babies. So, there's one spokesman for this little group and basically he stands on the grass where everyone walks by and SCREAMS at them!!! Like you avoid walking by him at all costs. He's telling people they're going to hell, they're murders, etc. Because multiple fifty foot panels of dead babies isn't screaming loud enough already. Knowing how many random people jog with strollers, walk with kids/dogs, etc. around the mall I just feel like this is not the way to go. If I was a little kid and saw that I would for sure have nightmares. It seriously disturbed me and I'm 21. Maybe if it was in a tent or something that would be alright. Last summer I saw that bodies exhibit at the Rialto, which was very cool, but before you go into the room with actual fetuses/babies they have like a warning on the wall that its sad/disturbing. And it was! I'm glad I was warned! I am totally against abortion, but I very much hate the anti-abortion group's week on the mall.

P.S. Mom, I've been trying to transfer my car payment the last two days but it says the system is down. So I'll just give it to you Friday.

Okay, so after my lunch I go to Italian and nothing really eventful happens until I leave. So I'm shivering and walking back to my dorm when I hear these two guys talking. One of them asks the other if he saw the girl outside that class bawling. He says no and they continue to discuss why they like finding crying girls. And it wasn't because they liked making them feel better, although that was one step in the process of getting them back to the frat house. I won't give details of what they said while I was clearly in ear shot, but let's just say it confirmed my thoughts once again about the male species. Dio mio! Merda di cavolo!

One last thing to complain about, I HAVE SO MUCH HOMEWORK. I was up until four in the morning the other night doing homework. I mean I would have been up anyways (By the way, Dad where can I buy melatonin or whatever that's called? Or some kind of sleeping pill?) Insomnia is the worst thing in the entire world and I hope one day to get rid of it. The only time I sleep good is when I'm sick and it's prolly just because of the nyquil.

And now for the weekly freak accident:
Bottle of nail polish. Harmless right?

Wrong.

 Above is a normal, perfectly harmless nail polish bottle.

This, on the other hand, is a very dangerous bottle of nail polish post explosion. 

So somehow the half of the glass top of the bottle got stuck in the lid so when I used my man strength to open it it shattered and pretty much exploded everywhere.

So that's a mix of nail polish and blood. I will most likely be paying the $50 deposit at the end of the year for a new dorm chair. Unless they don't mind a little nail polish on it's hideous fabric.

I can't help but wonder, has anyone else hurt themselves with nail polish? Or is it just me...

In school news, I've done some projects in my figure drawing class. I haven't taken pictures of my favorites yet but I will. So here's a few. Keep in mind we are drawing the figure, as in the whole figure...sorry!

So those two are just quick sketches! Rip offs of the greats, Michelangelo and Raphael. I have a pretty decent master study of Peter Paul Rubens (my absolute favorite) that I'll put up soon. He painted Daniel in the Lion's Den which I saw in DC. One of the most gorgeous paintings ever! And it is massive!!

And this is a quick sketchy self-portrait. Hopefully you could tell this what me! :] I was wearing extensions in the picture I drew from so my hair is a little off. But the rest isn't bad if I do say so myself! So now I'm going to continue to lay under the covers and freeze my butt off. I'm wondering why when I am inside my curtains are blowing in the wind. Ah, dorm life. Amazing apartment, I may cry of happiness when I move into you next year. I cannot wait to have a shower with a bath tub that doesn't require flip flops and acrobatic flexibility just to shave. Also, more than ten square feet would be nice :]

Now this Friday marks the one year anniversary of Mouse's death. I love you still, I hope you are not in Mexico.  

Okay, so as anyone who knows me knows, I am completely obsessed with taking pictures. Just to prove this point I have a very funny story. One morning when just me, mom, and G were home I was peacefully watching tv in the backroom when me and mom hear Ginger barking her face off and generally freaking out. 

BIRD IN THE HOUSE. 

And who somehow found time to grab the camera and document the whole fiasco? This girl.

Favorite: bird running for dear life as Mom swats it with a broom.

So ironic the bird lands in the food dish that belonged to the dog trying to eat it.

I hope you remember this Mom! Also, remember the lizard in the bathroom?!