Hoppy Hoppy

Hell week is basically over, for studio, that is. Now all my other classes are lining up to kick me in the butt. I have 6 pages to write for history for Friday, two drawings to do for Friday, a 5 page essay to write for Japanese in Japanese, Dancer's Symposium on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, Christmas shopping, archiving, good god when will it all stop? I thought things were supposed to be smooth sailing after hell week.
Anyhoo, I had my review yesterday - the end product turned out nicely and my review was more didactic and inconclusive, rather than opinionated. The only clear opinion I heard was from Douggy C. who heartily approved of my use of color on my perspectival drawing. Then we had our last drawing class ever last night. We had a guest artist and we looked at some of his work and he went around and suggested we do some things in our drawings. At the very end, we had a photo we were to draw this time actually drawing the colors that we see. I realized that when left to my own devices with reality waiting to be drawn, I'm quite lost. So I fiddled around a bit and groaned and moaned until Douggy said we only had one minute left. I zipped through the barest representation of the columns and the windows and shadows behind it as Douggy counted down seconds and as I was trying to cheat a little and add more, he swooshed my paper out from under my still coloring hands and showed the class what he considered "a most excellent way to draw something quickly." If only there were more for him to show, but having been the drawer of the last drawing he'll ever hold up for our class to see, I feel quite happy.
Today I overslept - I do believe I'm still in the process of recuperating from the week of architorture. Still, I only missed half of history and what I got to hear was quite amusing. Then everybody copied my homework - and by everybody, I include the ones that never ever copy because everybody copied off of them. So yes, everybody. My homework was most popular today. O yes and I had dance rehearsal today and we put on our costumes. Mine is an ultra skanky little piece that includes a red bra, a lacy black teddy/leotard thingy that reveals almost all of my back and is very low cut and the holes for the legs opens so high up that it goes up past my pants and shows my "love handles"...o yes, and my fishnet socks had holes so we cut off the toes and voila, fishnet arm warmers. I looked e'er so hooker-like and I loved it. I'm not sure why, but when dancing on stage, I have the urge to look as...erotic as possible. I guess I'm just a stage slut...look but don't touch, gentleman. I'm still a one-man-only sort of gal, and his name's Benny-Bean (teehee).