Wow. It’s almost exactly 12 hours later. Anyway, the rest of yesterday was fun too. I think. I know that we went to look at shoes, and while we were there, I heard this song on the radio. Of course, it was a song I liked, and of course, I didn’t know who sang it, so, of course, they neglected to mention the title of it. Well, thankfully, after about an hour of searching last night, I was able to find it. It turned out to be The Middle by Jimmy Eat World. Thank the lord, it was driving me nuts, alright, alright, alright. Anyway, I played Sega GT Fake Oakleys way too long today. I think I have a love/hate relationship with that game; that is, I love it when I win and I can’t stand it when I don’t. But it is performing as expected; it’s no GT, but it’s good nonetheless. We went to Rocky Rococco’s yesterday, which I think may be Abe’s most favorite restaurant in the world. And conveniently, it has also just opened in our town. This is good, because I have escaped the obligation of bringing him pizza from the one in Point. Now he can get his home. I mention Rocky Rococco’s because it reminds me that we had a conversation in which, basically, Abe stated that he does not believe “nefarious” is a real word. I tried to convince him that it was, but he didn’t believe me either. Hmmm. I was also thinking that a really great bumper sticker would be: I’m with stupid! and in smaller letters below: Bush-Cheney. This came about because I saw this great Audi A6 Avant except for the fact that it had a big ugly BUSH-CHENEY sticker on it. I can’t stand Bush, so that made me sad. It’s even worse than the “LIVE ANIMALS” sticker that Abe’s brother put on his Audiwagon. Which brings me back to Sega GT. I was ecstatic to find that they had included the Audi A6 2.7T in the game. So I naturally bought one, and was amazed at how fast it actually was. So then I http://www.janddvip.com naturally modified it, meaning I now have an 800+ horsepower A6 in my garage. That is a strange thought. Next, I’d like to see an offroad racing game (you heard me) including both an Allroad and a Volvo Cross Country. I guess, (according to their site, at least), that it’s actually called the XC70 now, which is a surprising burst of continuity, considering the company we’re dealing with.
So, it’s been a couple of days. The Joseph project, as I now like to refer to it, is coming along nicely. I had my review yesterday also; my transfer review, that is. What this basically amounts to is, me taking about 30-40 pieces of artwork for the review committee to critique, from basic and advanced drawing, to 2-D and 3-D design. This is not a required procedure, and it is actually meant to precede the real Sophomore Ray Ban Baratas Review, which is the decision point as to whether you are in the BFA program or not. So this is recommended because they can tell you what your strong and weak points are, and what may need to be improved for the actual final review, which you can only do once. Now here’s the kicker: if you pass this review, then you automatically pass the final review and are immediately in the program. So I was thinking about this as I was waiting with Abe (he didn’t have school yesterday so he went down to Point with me), and another person, because they were an hour behind schedule. And Sophomore Reviews are also taking place on this same day, and every person we saw leaving their reviews had failed. This is bad, because if you fail it, like I said before, you can only do it once, and you then cannot get your BFA, meaning you cannot major in Graphic Design. So this other person and myself are somewhat nervous, because they failed a guy who is graduating in 8 weeks. And a nun. A blind nun. With cancer. Yes. And that school of orphans. So anyway, seriously, that’s pretty scary. So it *finally* comes to me, and I’ve hung all my work up, and I’m kind of worried. And I’m standing in there with the committee, and we’re talking and I’m showing them stuff, and then I get sent away (as everyone does) so they can talk amongst themselves. So I really just stopped thinking about it as I left the room, because nothing bad can really happen; they can only criticize my work, but I can’t fail. And so I’m talking to the other person and Ray Ban outlet to Abe, and they call me back in (it didn’t seem to take them long at all). I go in, and the first words out of their mouths are: “You passed.” And there was this massive wave of relief and it was all I could to to keep from shouting in joy. So I’m in the BFA program now. I’m happy, Abe is happy, my parents are happy, Abe’s parents are happy. And those orphans are, too.
Well you know, I’m just sitting around here, playing on the internet, and this box pops up (as they often do). This is one of those ones with the multiple choice ones, you know? And the question is, “what is Spiderman’s alter ego?” And the answers are like, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker, and Sir Walter Rewick, or something like that. And I’m looking at them, and thinking, well, I really like that last one. I know it’s wrong, but maybe I’ll pick it and see what happens. So I did. And a “congratulations!” box pops Magliette Calcio A Poco Prezzo up on the screen. And I’m all like, what? That wasn’t right! So I got rid of it, but I was thinking, maybe that’s a test to see whether you’d be stupid enough to accept their offer? Perhaps had I chosen Peter, a box would’ve popped up that said, “Oh, we’re sorry, but, um, well bye!” This brings me to another issue: gas pumps. I was filling my car this morning, and I always do pay at the pump because I’m afraid to actually go into a gas station. So before I started filling it, I did the little debit card thing, and then it asked me whether I wanted a car wash. I of course pushed “no,” because it is very cold. But what I actually said out loud was, “What are you, stupid?” and that made me laugh, because then I was thinking about how great it would be to actually have a button maglie calcio 2017that says that on the pump. And then there was another time that I was filling up the car, and it said, “please take receipt.” And it was already printing it, but I pushed “no” because I didn’t want a receipt. Of course, it kept printing it, but I thought it would’ve been interesting had it just said “fine then!” and then crumpled the receipt up and thrown it on the ground. Now that probably sounds really stupid, but wouldn’t it be great to see these gas pumps getting all smart-ass with everyone? It would brighten my day, I know it.