::squeals madly:: Guess where I'm posting from? Jimmy! He arrived in the mail today. ::dances merrily:: Apologies for not posting the past few days. They've been quite an adventure!

Friday

After rehearsal, I leapt in the still-unnamed Priscillamobile in the direction of the Dallas Institute of Humanities and Culture (the location of my photography show). Though it was supposed to take maybe 10-20 minutes or less, it ended up taking closer to 30. Bah. Feel the hatred-rays of Downtown Dallas. Grrr. Oh well. I *eventually* got to the Institute, where I was greeted by few more than the class itself and a few random family members. The "closing" was a great deal less successful than the opening, despite tastier snacks. ::drools at recollection of cheese and strawberries and the world's greatest brownies.... homer simpson food lust noises:: Of course, though few people showed up (Chungy! Hurrah! And Mrs. Quick, my Digital Photography teacher! Yayfun!), I sold another piece! Go me! ::grooves:: It was to Cay's (another photo classmate) cousin. Oh yeah.

Saturday

I planned early on to meet with Stephanie Swingle, a fellow photography buff, to check out a few galleries downtown (one featured Kendall! Hurrah!) and attend a groovalicious lecture-thing by Ann Stautberg. She later told me that her parents were unavailable to take us (I had planned for this in advance -- go me), so I was to drive us. Now let's get this straight: Downtown Dallas is not my friend. Not even a grudging aquaintance. Downtown Dallas is pure, untapped evil, ready to spring its Mapsco-forsaken street grid upon the unexpecting. I manage to get us out there fairly successfully (with a brief lunch at Kathleen's Art Cafe -- good stuff. Amusing waiters. Stephanie told me I was too generous with my tip, but we had two servers and I felt like being nice. A serveuse and a server-in-training. Hurrah.), but on the way back, we became hopelessly lost. We had been listening to the White Album as I drove, so I turned it down when I went Mapsco-diving. When I turned it back up, I immediately heard a familiar voice sing "I don't know how you were diverted/No one alerted you". I started laughing, which greatly confused Stephanie, who hadn't been listening. Good times, good times.

I worked a great deal on my latest drawing, which I am incredibly proud of. Unfortunately, it refuses to be CGed. And it *must* be CGed. Grrrr. Must try again. I look forward to the day when I'll be able to tote around my laptop and my tablet, CGing whenever the mood strikes me. Dreams *do* come true, young Grasshopper.

Sunday

Physics Day! Yo! I got mildly lost again on my way to Six Flags (idiot Mapquest -- DIE!), but I was able to regain my sense of direction most admirably. Go me. Anyway, if I hadn't gotten Jimmy today I would have said here that the Voyage was my new best friend. Nifty calculatorness personified. My group believes itself to be the first ever to use up all the memory on one of those babies. Muaha! ::cackles:: Other sources of amusement: on the Titan and the Batman ride (hold me back, baby), we decided that there was a real danger of losing our equiptment. Therefore, I decided that we should duct tape it around my chest. The Voyage and the CBL (the doohickey that collects the data -- and yes, that's the technical term for it) were promptly adhered to my lovely "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" t-shirt and I held the 3-axis accelerometer in my hand. I decided that I looked like a terrorist. Non-Physics-inclined park goers gave me worried looks. Our group decided that it would be prudent to cover up the equiptment with Mackenzie's jacket. Of course, it was over 100 degrees out (nearly 40 degrees Celsius, you metric losers), so I slowly boiled like a giant, humanoid egg. Nasty stuff. I got some nice data, though. All worth it in the name of Physics. Tra la.

I went home and attempted again to CG the un-CGable new drawing. Later, Chungy called, urging me to go to the Angelika (a local independent theatre) to get tickets for the two of us for Enigma, an awesome Britfilm directed by Michael Apted about codebreakers in WW2 and such. Woo. It came out in Britland ages ago, and it should arrive in normal theatres in a few months. Like the dutiful friend I am, I got the tickets and met Chungy at the theatre. Unfortunately, there was already an unbelieveable line. It doubled back on itself twice! Yeep. However, God smiled upon us that day. We ran into Allie Polatin, who was working at the Film Festival. I jokingly asked her if she could get us good seats, but she surprised us when she said she could. Before anyone else was allowed in to the theatre, Allie brought us in. Whee! We found two fabulous seats that had not been reserved (unlike about 3/4 of the rest of the theatre) because the volunteers had run out of sheets that said "Reserved" on them. Go us! Some of the best seats in the house! ::grooves:: The movie rocked -- I'll post my review in Sgt. Pepper later on -- and it comes highly recommended. Now my mom is griping at me to go to sleep, so it shall be so. Hurrah!