The Intuitive Reasonings of Jessica

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Most of you, my dear readers (the female ones, anyway) are probably well aware that the clothing conglomerate Abercrombie and Fitch is racist, prejudiced, and bigoted. They only hire non-ugly, non-overweight, white people who look roughly between the ages of 18 and 24. Disabled persons do not fit the mold. Neither do Goths. People of non-American ethnic origin are overlooked. Persons with shaved heads due to cancer are ignored. Only young, physically fit, white, “pretty” men and women are chosen.

I am bringing this serious issue to your attention because today, as I was sitting under a tree with a friend from my art class, two A & F “employment recruiters” approached me and had the audacity to offer me employment while blatantly ignoring my friend. She has thick black hair and is quite pretty. However, she did not fit the “beautiful All-American” mold.

If you were previously unaware of this somber issue, it is not too late. Donate all your A&F clothing to Goodwill, and vow to never again purchase anything from the reprehensible corporation. If you were already conscious of this appalling truth and have never bought anything from Abercrombie and Fitch, I solemnly commend you.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen... last night I got 14 hours of sleep. Quite an improvenment from the night before! When I woke up and my clock said "11:50" I thought it was broken. But alas, it was not.

Soon after getting up, I discovered that my sister was sound asleep on the couch downstairs. Suddenly I felt very good about getting up before noon. However, upon her waking up, I soon dicovered that she was not just sleeping off her BIG DATE from the night before-- she had worked this morning at 6:00 am!

I don't know if any of you care, but I got another picture on the wall and I'm so STOKED!!! During dinner tonight, after mentioning how many hours I spent on it, Kara said "when I was in 113, I hated people like you. They raise the standard." I've been thinking about that, and I wonder if maybe I shouldn't spend so much time in the studio. While leaving after dinner to go back to the studio tonight, I told Kara "I'm going to go mail a letter and... some other stuff" while obviously carrying art supplies. She gave me a knowing smile and told me to be back before two.

I don't really think I spend too much time in the studio, because I like it. I really enjoy drawing in the studio at night (or during the day too, I guess). I definitely think that spending too much time doing homework isn't a good idea, but because art is something I enjoy doing in my leisure time as well, I don't feel that I am being absorbed by homework and becoming a workaholic. Besides, if I was a workaholic, I would also spend a lot of time on my homework for Stat, Spanish, and Com. I can tell you right now that I defintely don't study enough for Spanish.

I stayed up most of last night completing my four negative/positive space reversal pictures for A&D 105. I finally went to bed at 7:00 am, only to get up at 8:15 to get ready for class. Oddly enough, I didn't feel that tired. Very satisfied with my pictures, I biked to class with a backpack full off books, my art kit hanging from my handlebars, and my box of papers and artwork balanced precariously on my handlebars. My awesome TA, Nien, liked all my pictures, which made my sleepless night worthwhile. After critiquing all our pictures, Nien gave us back our line drawings from last week. Only the best two got graded, and on my best two, she gave me a 95 and a 93. I almost hugged her. I got both of them on the wall. If any of you want to see them, they are in the basement of the VPA building. Mine are the top left one and the bottom second-from-the-left one.

Nien let us out of class early (she's awesome like that) and I headed straight for Stanley Coulter to do my Stat 113 homework. I usually do it on Thursday nights, but last night I was otherwise occupied with artwork. It took three hours, and I am just now done with it. And I still am not tired. I might fall asleep in the middle of Navs tonight... who knows.

In conclusion, I have vowed to never again waste pumpkin pie ingredients.

Well, the pumpkin soup was not palatable. Mia almost puked.

The reason Sara and Kara are assigning weird meals to me is that they want to mold me into the perfect wife for my future husband. Perfect wives apparently have the innate ability to cook anything imaginable. Sara and Kara were rather concerned when they discovered that my cooking skills are mostly limited to pizza and pasta dishes. Upon their initial (unfavorable) reaction, I tried to enlighten them to the fact that I can make an amazing plethora of pasta dishes, including spaghetti, fetucci, lasagna, macaroni and cheese, linguini with chicken, tomatoes, and broccoli (my personal favorite) and many many more. However, Sara and Kara were unimpressed. Nonetheless, I still think any man in his right mind would prefer a delectable bowl of pasta to a undelectable bowl of pumpkin soup any day. If any men in their right minds read this post, please comment your opinion on this subject.

Today I had an awesome day. It started out with A&D 105, which was awesome because I got two line drawings on the wall!

Then, the awesomeness continued as I entered the Spanish 101 classroom. Our new TA (actually, she might be a professor because she refers to herself as Professora Laura) announced that instead of doing menial exercizes from the book as usual, we were going to have a scavenger hunt. All the clues were in Spanish. It took up the entire hour-long class period, mostly because we had to look up all the words in the clues.

Surprisingly, the awesomeness persisted even to Comm 114 class. I was quite exultant over this fact, because I hadn't been expecting a good class, due to it being my turn to speak. However, my speech went quite well.

Tonight, the awesomeness might abate slightly, owing to our having pumpkin soup for dinner. I have never before tasted the stuff, but my roommates assigned me to cook it. However, in the event that it is palatable, I suppose today will go down in history as "awesome". Otherwise... well, you can't have it all.

Since this morning, I have received conclusive evidence that my hypothesis is indeed true. I am now near certain that our dear Sara was smiling as she awoke this morning. For her version of the happy tale, you can visit her blog (see links to the left). Kara also has an expounding analysis of the evening on her blog.

Today, my A&D 113 class was incredibly fun. We did myriads of gesture drawings, taking turns posing as the model. Then, we did a subtractive drawing in which we colored or paper black with charcoal, and then drew with our erasers. It was challenging but very fun.

In continuation of our exciting tale, our dear Sara returned at 12:30 am with a big smile on her face and a delicious Steak 'n' Shake milkshake in her hand. (I say delicious because I was the one so priviledged as to finish it for Sara) Once it was in my hands, the small amount of the shake that was left disappeared quite quickly. On the contrary, the smile lingered long into the night, and has not yet disappeared to my knowledge. However, my information is somewhat debatable because it is hard to determine if one is smiling while getting up at 5:15 am to go to work, as it is still dark out at that time of the morning. But from what I could see (which wasn't much, I admit) Sara was still grinning from ear to ear.

If I receive any credible evidence that my observations were faulty, you, my dear readers, will be the first to know. Thank you.

We have had a very exciting evening here at Shingle Paradise. My sister is currently out and about despite having to work at 6 am tomorrow. The rest of this exciting tale will be conveyed to you upon her return.