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That was psycho.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Oh wow, I have NEVER procrastinated so much in my life. I was pretty happy about my psychology professor's lenience at first, but when I saw an entire quarter's worth of work piling up with a few weeks, er, a few days left to go due to my unintended observance of his everything-due-on-the-last-day policy, well, you could say I was actually able to apply the mental disorder prevention I was learning XP!! But, it's all over this week... so here I am xD~.

Ken was a pretty odd professor. He would repeatedly tell us that �the least important of all the knowledge you gain in school is what you are taught in the classroom,� and we spent most of the time in class discussions since he didn�t believe in lectures. At times I got this feeling that he had succeeded in making himself some kind of ultimate teacher, but I don�t know. Who really would have read the text at all if we didn�t have to turn in feedback papers on eleven of the twenty-five modules for a full grade?

I�ll have to say it would have ended nicer if I was forced to space out my work on the assignments, like this site about emotions which wasn�t done until 4 AM on Monday morning ^^;;.

In other news, I am dying to do a comic for the COD newspaper next quarter! (Have you guys seen that they are accepting submissions??) I�ve been sketching around a bit, but I just can�t seem to figure out some solid characters. Where do I get inspiration for something like this?

I can�t believe that it�s almost the end of 2004 already. What am I going to do now? I guess I sort of know; it�s just that I feel this lack of preference now. Is that a good thing?

Neh, as Mary Kay says, it will be exciting to see what God will have next, because it will definitely be good.

Cheers.

4:24 AM

Comments

'Paragraph at a time, going down the list...
Procrastination: yes, your stress was so corpulent it was splitting the wineskin and splashing on me, to put it subtly. Only now, the question is: do you have bi-polar or uni-polar disorder? Hm? Yoy.
Ken: Hm... yes, it seemed like your professor was tougher than mine, or something. Or maybe that was only the impression I got from your occasional--very occasional--bouts of complaining (work load and all). Lots of homework that I couldn't do for you, we found. ^_^
Psych Site: Wah that's a good one. Aesthetics to the rescue... didn't bother to read much of the content, though *toothy smile*.
COD Comic: What do you mean, your characters aren't ready? Yargh... you've got the name and everything! Just settle on something, grab a ruler, and start drawing those neat little boxes! Put a couple heads in them, add a speech bubble, and a joke. And I won't do that over-used baking joke/analogy where I tack on "and bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes." No offense if you've used that joke recently, anyone... just saying that I... eh... *uncomfortable half-grin
*2004: "End of the Century... lalalala... let's-go-for-it..." Yep, ol' Beets would be astonished, if he could hear.
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Oh, and I bet you want me to answer the question... 'What are you going to do now?' Well, you'll blog more, do some comics, get smoother A's, basically the new years' resolution bit. Simple.
Love the good of God,*Weien
*lifts glass*

Posted by Weien at December 12, 2004 11:33 AM

The girl in the bottom right is the best out of all the comic characters IMO.. you can actually get some personality just from looking at her. :)
Almost end of 2004.. makes me think of the song '1999' by Prince.
Cheers,*T

Posted by unfair at December 14, 2004 3:07 AM

What? i was gonna submit a comic strip to the COD newspaper.
you are gonna beat me, and this is the shortest comment ever.

Posted by Paula at December 14, 2004 10:31 AM

Hey Victoria!*I really like your sketches. ^^ What is the comic suppose to be about? I would love to see your finished product. ^^*Hope you had a great Christmas!

Posted by Christina at December 27, 2004 2:05 AM

*sniffs the air
*It's coming.

Posted by Weien at January 1, 2005 11:01 AM