Bweep bweep burrrr.

I'm sitting at my oak desk and it is Wednesday. Drawing I was awesome this afternoon because I now am required to draw for hours and hours on the weekend in a whitely lit studio building (open 24/7!). There will be senior art majors there, sitting and smoking and staring at their art. There will be silly people who purposefully cover themselves in charcoal in order to look artsy, and don't wipe it off even when they see mirrors. I'll be unintentionally covered in charcoal, though, and concentrating with intense passion as I draw giant feet and huge teeth.

By chance, I am in a class where we taste different alcoholic drinks and get tipsy all day. I'm dropping it. Upperclassmen boys in that class are smirky and lecherous, and the teacher is painfully insane. I would say this class could be "only at Bard," but alcoholic endearment is too widespread for me to believe this.

I'm going to go to Kline to steal several tupperwares of granola and fill bottles with water that isn't mysteriously cloudy. Good water is hard to find in the Quad. Dare I say, impossible? We're living next to a huge river, but really, it's a freakin' desert around here. I feeeel thirsty.

*sigh* Communicating is tiring me out. Late night conversations are fascinating, but I don't think I can HANDLE much more excitement. My robotic powers are sputtering and turning off.