I wish I hadn’t acted like I was shopping when I was doing my course selection, but nothing can be done about that now, I guess. Next semester I will definitely be dropping one or two classes, so that sanity can resume, if I was ever a supporter of sanity. I hate feeling guilty every time I do something that isn’t homework.
This weekend I went to Red Deer for Kylie’s birthday. I was the only one who came, which is pretty silly. People are so unreliable these days. I probably encountered irreversible hearing damage at the one club we went to. We could hear the music from two blocks away. I can picture the DJ saying, “Wow, this music really sucks! I bet it will be better if I turn the volume to an ear-splitting level.”
I am kind of brain-dead right now. I was just working on an exhibition review for my applied writing class, trying to compare two seemingly unrelated artists. I really do like some of the one photographer(George Webber)’s work, though. It is immediately obvious that he is from rural Alberta.
I made amazing cupcakes yesterday, half of which went to the birthday girl. The rest had disappeared by supper time. It was too bad, because I really wanted one. They had crushed Oreo cookies in the batter and the icing. Oh well.
Time for sleepy time.