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Basically, I'm writing this entry as something to do while someone else is using the Noyer Lobby table. It seems like a great injustice that there is only one table in a lobby of twenty-some chairs. It is a study lounge, afterall. What if there's more than one person that needs to use the tables? Like right now.

Well, since I'm on anyway I might as well tell y'all 'bout my day. I finished the fifth page of my comic, which still has no official name. It is now the longest-running series I have ever made. That's right. My longest-running storyline is five pages. I'm usually pretty quick to abandon a storyline after I start a comic because I have no clue how to end it.

I found out today that I got a B+ on Davis's Art History test. I didn't study. I didn't pay attention in class. I didn't understand a word on the test. Apparently, I'm a master at faking it.

Matuka has assigned us our topics, which I find to be assinine. I could understand if he wanted us to pick from a list, but actually assigning topics? What a bunch of horse s**t. Anyways, I have to figure out who is to blame for the high standards we put on physical appearance. Uh dur. The media? This isn't that hard.

I played hackey-sack today. First time in about three years. The entire time, I kept imagining that this one guy was Nabeshin because he had this immense afro and the sack kept getting lost in it. It was amusing.

Now let's talk about yesterday. Yesterday we started working with plaster. But we didn't have masks for when we mixed it. When you breathe in plaster dust, it makes your lungs hurt. A lot. Like... stab. So all last night I was wheezing and holding my chest in pain. Friggen ouch, 'kay?

We also decided that there is a cult surrounding me. And when my cult becomes mainstream, people are going to be asking questions like "Does Emily really exist?" And I'll come out of the woodwork and say "No. I do not exist." And they'll be all "Do you believe in Emily?" And I'll be like... "I totally don't believe in myself." Confusing as all hell.

And all of our funds will go to buy more tables for the Noyer Lobby.