Flat Edges

We had illustration class today.. all of our classes are named incorrectly.. illustration should clearly be anatomy. because thats all we're studying.

today we went over the entire skeleton. learning... everything. absolutely every bone.

when i think of illustration i think of drawing, comic book or cartoon style... not... drawing a ribcage by exact proportions.

oh well.. then we had imaging.. which so far is pretty cool.. we project an image (like a picture) through a camera lens.. and with that picture we build shapes to match the shapes in the picture.. which actually makes it look 3D because it's projected as a flat image from the camera's angle, we give it depth.

turns out pretty cool, we can move another camera onto a different angle, and you can see it look 3D

i'm super stoked to get back to blipping whatever, as opposed to the 30 days..

ohhhh.. someone totally got in my personal space today. not cool. i DO NOT touch people. i touch my family (barely, mostly children who i'm chasing or picking up) and my boyfriend... and that is IT.

so a guy i despise who happens to also be sick (like i want your germs D: gross)
walked away, and i accidently shifted my weight near his backpack.. so he comes back (with kleenex's i might add) and leans toward his bag to put them in.. so i step about 5 inches to my left... and then he's like "i'm sorry, is being near my bag that terrible for you" (because he knows i despise him) and i was like "actually! you're sick and i dont want your germs" and because this guy likes to make a spectacle of himself, he like.. shoves his hand in my face and wiggles his fingers and goes "oooooh"

sooo at that moment i was like "and i dont like people in my fucking personal space, so never ever do that again!"

and he was like "oh.. sorry" and there were like 10 people around us, we were all waiting for a class to start.. and everyone made a shocked face and started laughing.

anyways.. that was my day.

Barenaked Ladies - Jane
Jane... desired by the people at her school and work
Jane... is tired 'cause every man becomes a lovesick jerk
Jane... Jane