I have this strange burning sensation in my right eye that feels oddly similar to brief yet excrutiating pain caused by eating a whole lotta wasabi on sushi. Except this is coming in waves. PAIN...relief...PAIN...relief...PAIN...you get the idea. Wait...milk helps with spicy stuff doesn't it? It's a base and neutralizes the burning. Would it be bad to pour milk in my eye?


We were drawing another model in my lifedrawing class and she was telling us what she does besides pose for art classes. It seems that whenever you see busts or drawings from Disney that were drawn from a live model...they used this lady for her clavicles. She is a clavicle model. Um...since when is there such thing as a clavicle model? And what in the world would you tell people your job is?!? "Disney people draw my clavicles."


It was bad enough when Chapman was advertising for the Condom Olympics...but now we got a St. Patrick's Day flyer with even more disturbing news on it for:


--"Strip Aerobics...Come strut your stuff and get good exercise at the same time...Who knows, you may even see your RA joining in on the stripping fun!"


--"Ever wanted to wrestle in jello???"


--"Are you curious about how oatmeal feels between your toes??"


--"Super Sloppy is coming soon!! Look for more info to come!"


That last one is especially disturbing to me. I think I would like to be gone from school when these events take place. *shudder*


"Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist--a master--can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is. . .and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be. . .and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo...see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body."


-Robert Heinlein