... Well, actually, I'd probably describe myself as a "female of the species" or "being cursed with a vagina", but if I had to pick, it'd be "girl". No, I haven't thought about this too much. Shut up. I'm a 22 year-old girl.
Anyway, this chick* in my IMC course pointed out that a Houston art gallery called Gallery 19 is having a show at the end of the month, and apparently they're taking local artist submissions. This struck me as odd, since she's seen maybe one or two drawings of mine, and they were scribbles at that.
Gallery 19's website seems to be down. Hrm. But any other Houston-area artists who might be interested, I guess that's... something. I guess. I won't submit anything, since I never finish drawings. They languish on my sketchpad until they fall off and get torn up or stained. I used to obsessively save every drawing. I guess I don't think they're so valuable anymore.
Have arranged my schedule so that once I come home from class, my evening is consumed by television**. This gives me only a scant half-hour between 11:30 and midnight to consider how sad and lonely my life has become, and unless the internet tempts me with something, I generally go to sleep around 1 AM-ish.
Have developed a sudden inability to tell right from left on the first try. I remember which is which, but I have to think about it. Lovely. This was brought about by my turning right when I wanted to turn left earlier (while driving Gabe's car. That was fun. Fortunately, I figured it out after about 10 seconds. Unfortunately, his gargantuan carbeast takes a good 30 seconds to turn either way, so it was a time-consuming error). Also by writing that it was my left eyelid twitching in the subject line up there, when it is in fact my right. Damn eyelid. It's been doing this for the better part of two hours now.
I don't drink, but I think I should start. Everyone needs a hobby.
Today, after class, I went to Jack-in-the-Box and got an Andes Mint shake. My stomach will hate me for this very, very soon. Totally worth it.
**For the curious: Good Eats, Scrubs, Scrubs, empty half hour of weeping and contemplation, Daily Show, Colbert Report. Have also taken to watching The Riches, since I can be easily won over by Eddie Izzard. The first episode gave me naked Izzard-ass, and in doing so earned a lifelong fan.