Naps are a tricky business.  Even though I usually only take 20-40 minute naps, there’s always the threat of 20 minutes turning to 3 hours.  Normally that doesn’t really happen too often because I’m pretty good about setting multiple alarms for myself.

Until last night.

It was 9:00 pm and I was feeling fairly really out of it and so I had thought “A nap will fix that problem!”  The only problem is that I hadn’t realized just how out of it I really was.  I woke up at 9:00 am the next day.  I slept for twelve hours.  TWELVE FREAKEN HOURS.  At 9:00 am, I realized that I had not only forgotten to set an alarm for 40 minutes but I also slept through my 8:00 am alarm.  I gotta admit I’m somewhat amazed while simultaneously going “OH SHIT.”  It’s a really good thing that nothing was really due this week.

Additionally, I found this video that essentially sums up a large portion of tumblr



So I’ve finally made it to another school break and I’m all like “YES!  I CAN FINALLY RELAX AND SLEEP AND GO HOME!”

But then profs happen…and the moment I realized I just got locked into a long weekend of homework goes like this:

and my homework just whispers into my ear “it’s over” and I’m just like:


Seriously, every time a break comes up I’m hopeful that I won’t have THAT much work to do…but I swear every time a prof sees a break coming up, they assign a huge amount of homework, and then I stay up until 2 AM trying to “finish it” (lol, what is this feeling of “finishing” my homework?) and then I show up to class like this:

and then my prof is like:

More specifically, I’m talking about a Chemistry formal lab report that ended up being ~27 pages.  About 20 pages of that was typed and the remainder was calculations and UV-VIS spectra.  27 pages of PURE CHEMISTRY.  To put this into perspective, I usually write an absolute maximum of 10 pages for normal, not formal, lab reports.  I should probably explain why this is a bigger-than-normal issue here.  The break started on Thursday…my prof made this monstrosity due on Friday (AKA the 2nd day of a 4 day weekend).  Also, the entire class (comprised of a glorious 4 students) was essentially going

throughout the entire process of typing up the lab report.  Just every time we thought we had finished ONE part of the lab report, somebody would ask a question which would threaten making us do extra work, or someone would mention a requirement that the prof either talked about (to only one of us) or just never mentioned to anyone, and we’d all be like:

Somehow, I became the Supreme Holder of All Data and Trusted Smart Person That Definitely Won’t Make Shit Up.  Yes.  Me.  The most disorganized, artsy student in a third year transition metals chemistry class, who’s constantly wondering how I put up with this prof’s lab assignments.  Additionally, 89% of the stuff I say is me making a leap of faith and I’m hoping it works out (lets face it, art students do that all the time).  So one side of me is flattered and the other side is just dying of laughter because these other people clearly don’t know how much of an arts student I am compared to them (by the way, all the other people in my class either want to go into the medical, pharmaceutical, or mostly likely scientific research and they’ve all got Science  minors in addition to us all being chem majors).  One of the people in the class really admires that I have an art minor and she wishes that she could be like me and be left and right brained, because she is heavily left brained.  While I’m really flattered that she thinks that I have some sort of advantage because I can do both science and art, I can’t fully accept that compliment because I really don’t feel like being able to create art helps me at all in chemistry, and being able to do chemistry does not help me create art.  In any case, my brain gets confused because my art prof is telling me to be disorganized when drawing while simultaneously, my chem prof is telling me to be more organized.

I really did appreciate working with the 3 other students in my class, because we got talking and I found out stuff about them that makes them seem more like me, and we’re all kind of stumbling through this course together.  For example, our trans metals prof said “know the periodic table” and we all took that to mean “loosely know where everything is, so that you will be able to find it quickly on the periodic table I give you”.  However, when we all got the midterm, and the first thing we see is “Let’s start with some easy periodic table questions!  Which two elements are directly below cobalt?  Which two elements are directly above tungsten?  Name an element that is one of the coinage metals” and NONE of us looked at the periodic table when we were studying, so we were all going:

and we all were crying on the inside because thought we were going to die.  But we didn’t and it buffed out!

Resistance Update

Now that I’m done having a near death experience due to my Transition Metals midterm, I can update the results of my Resistance post.  I tried to find out what my art prof thought of my drawing without giving it away that I had drew it, but I think he knew it was me after I asked “did it work”  but he was cool with it.  He laughed and replied “IN YOUR DREAMS” and walked away.  Meanwhile, another prof (a drama prof) had seen the drawing and was all like “It was really good!”

Back to my Transition Metals class midterm–I was attempting to dislike my prof very strongly because there was two questions that really stumped me and also I have every right to be a bit grumpy at any prof when they schedule a midterm.  However, when I was walking out of the exam room with my prof, she was super nice to me introduced me to another lab prof (because I was interested in helping out with labs unfortunately I can’t do it because there’s no first year Friday labs).  I really appreciated her introducing me to the lab prof, but at the same time I’m thinking to my prof “Dude!  I’m trying to make you seem like a villain in my brain right now!  You’re supposed to be evil!  Why are you being so nice??”  I think she may be a decent person if I just knew her as a normal person and didn’t know her as my lecture and lab prof.

Speaking of Trans Metals, I was reading my lab manual for next week and…

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I'm creating a resistance.

No Homework Ninja is here to save the students who have art class on Tuesday!

So on Thursday night I got the bright idea that my art prof needs to be met with futile resistance for when we all get back from the Thanksgiving holiday break (there’s no art classes on Friday, so that’s why the resistance is for Tuesday).  My drawing is the badass ninja (I named him the “No Homework Ninja”) and what made it even better is that another random student joined in with Gandalf!  I’m hoping that other art students might join in on this so that my art prof is welcomed back with an army of “NO HOMEWORK” but we’ll have to see.  Additionally, my art prof will never suspect that it was me because I’m not in the Tuesday/ Thursday classes–I’m in the Monday/Wednesday class.  But I have friends in the Tuesday/Thursday classes so I’m going to get them to tell me his response.  So either the prof is going to laugh it off and not assign them homework…or laugh evilly and still assign them homework.

I did all this because said art prof assigned my class homework over the thanksgiving break, so I’m giving him a little hell back.  I’m also thinking of doing this again sometime in November because I don’t have any art classes in the winter semester, so I gotta raise a little hell while I still can.

My art student is showing

If this isn’t the most accurate summary of what happens when normal people talk about colour around me, then I don’t know what is.  Seriously, there’s a difference between just purple and lilac.  Just like there’s a difference between cerulean blue, phthalo blue (green shade), and ultramarine blue.  Seriously, this is my biggest pet peeve.  There is not simply just blue, green, yellow, orange, red and purple; there are so many more awesome colours out there!  I didn’t used to be so crazy about colour, but that was before I went to university, and university has a way of making me obsessive over things.  I’m kind of weird that way; either I don’t give a hoot or I will obsess over something.  There’s no in between.

On another note, I crushed my Art portfolio!  The best part is we get to all show off our best pieces so Imma just walk in like:

SPNG Tags: Like a Boss / Castiel / Dramatic Angel Catwalk entrance /
A special thanks to coporolight for submitting this!
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Everybody’s gunna see my art art go:

SPNG Tags: Dean / This / Dramatic Zoom / Pointing
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and then I will be like this:


Additionally!  GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS!!


A Spoonful of Apathy


Nothing but the truth on tumblr.  Sometimes when I’ve been in level one for too long I think  that there must be something wrong with me, and that I should really be caring more because these marks are my life.  These marks are what decide if I get to come back for another year!  But then another hell week hits and I’m just like:

And then I go on my merry way to finish homework that’s due the following day.

Additionally, people have told me, “Third year is, like, your easiest year!”  Considering that my third year is essentially my hell year, I concur. By the way, if I happen to survive, I am going to thank every deity that ever existed and celebrate by eating pizza or ice cream in aftershock.

Honestly, right now, third year is the year where I am just permanently stuck in “I don’t give a crap” mode.  Mind you, I’m still getting good grades, so that helps keep me comfortable in that mode.  The good thing about this situation is that I’m not anywhere near as stressed as I used to be when I was in first year and the first half of second year.

Lesson learned?  A spoonful of apathy helps hell week go by.