die sieben Gestalten saugen
May. 6th, 2004 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI don't want to study for this stupid fucking midterm.
I don't want to do my stupid fucking presentation tonight.
I do apparently want to fill my LJ with enough profanity for a shipload of sailors.
Wah! Wah! Wah! Wah!
I have decided however that if I can actually remember the 7 Gestalt Principles, the 10 Rules of Good Design and the stupid 13 Telltale Amateur Signs I will at least do okay. I hate memorizing useless crap that I need regurgitate once and never think about again. Why the motherfuck need I remember that 12 points = 1 pica; that 6 picas = 1 inch and that 72 points = 1 inch. I don't. Because I can always look shit like that up. My brain has a very small capacity for remembering anything. So I write everything down in useful little blurbs for myself. My computer is definitely akin to Dumbledore's Pensieve. I write shit down so I don't have to clutter up my brain. Dammit. Stupid midterm. I'm feeling extraordinarily juvenile about this.
Have decided to take a box of Trader Joes Chocolate Cat Cookies to my presentation and at least distract my audience with food. Hopefully they'll be too busy chewing to stare at me. I hate being looked at. Hate it! I mean, it's one thing to make eye contact or look at someone when you're talking to them. But it's another thing entirely to have a class load of eyeballs fixed on one. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it. I feel like I will explode from the fixed concentration of so many pupils.
Meow.
I don't want to do my stupid fucking presentation tonight.
I do apparently want to fill my LJ with enough profanity for a shipload of sailors.
Wah! Wah! Wah! Wah!
I have decided however that if I can actually remember the 7 Gestalt Principles, the 10 Rules of Good Design and the stupid 13 Telltale Amateur Signs I will at least do okay. I hate memorizing useless crap that I need regurgitate once and never think about again. Why the motherfuck need I remember that 12 points = 1 pica; that 6 picas = 1 inch and that 72 points = 1 inch. I don't. Because I can always look shit like that up. My brain has a very small capacity for remembering anything. So I write everything down in useful little blurbs for myself. My computer is definitely akin to Dumbledore's Pensieve. I write shit down so I don't have to clutter up my brain. Dammit. Stupid midterm. I'm feeling extraordinarily juvenile about this.
Have decided to take a box of Trader Joes Chocolate Cat Cookies to my presentation and at least distract my audience with food. Hopefully they'll be too busy chewing to stare at me. I hate being looked at. Hate it! I mean, it's one thing to make eye contact or look at someone when you're talking to them. But it's another thing entirely to have a class load of eyeballs fixed on one. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it. I feel like I will explode from the fixed concentration of so many pupils.
Meow.
