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I preordered my DVD today,
and I got these lithographs. They scanned poorly, for they were larger than the scanner bed, and I didn't want to close the lid on them.
There was a Tinker Bell one as well, but I don't much care for her, and I gave it to Katie.
I can't help but marvel at the painted backgrounds on them, especially on the one of the children flying. Very pretty. It was a 50's flick, so I'm assuming all those backgrounds were done by hand. Last feature Walt worked on.
I also went to Borders and got a copy of Barrie's original writing of Peter Pan and Wendy, which also included an extension called Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, and another mini story about him. I finished the first story a while ago, and it just strikes me as bittersweet. I don't know whether to feel happy or sad for Peter. It also makes me kind of melancholic about childhood in general, and how very little of it I took advantage of.
It was interesting to read, though, of how he's a 'betwixt-between' of a boy and a bird. About the panpipes, and all of that. Lolfandom.
So terribly lethargic and tired. I kind of said I'd call Steve to hang out, but I'm afraid of falling asleep in his company. Still got a strain in the throat, the remains of that rotton cold. It oughta pass by tomorrow.
I did get a surprise, though, when I was visiting at the old high school. Steve Wernau snuck up behind me and hugged me. Good Lord, that boy cleans up. And he sounds so...grown up. He graduated from Specs Howard already, and has plans for his own video production company. Dayum. That can't be the same dopey-eyed slacker from high school, who I had to fake kiss on stage. Amazing. He did a whole lot of the talking, telling me about his many jobs he's had in the past year, and how he's learned to sell things to people. Looks like he really knows where he's going. I'm kind of jealous at how much he seems to be able to see ahead.
Did say hullo to ol' Byron, and he seemed in good spirits. Gave a drop-in briefly on Mr. K in the midst of yearbook woes (some things never change), then went and chatted with Mrs. Rama. It was nice to see alla them, though I definitely do not miss the brutality that was high school. I can safely say I don't go back there to relive, more to have conversation with the teachers I miss. Kinda unfortunate I couldn't find Massoll and share my final exam. I wonder if I'll ever get that shirt from her at this rate...
It won't be long till Monday, and back into school. I hope I don't get lost on my first day. I hope traffic will be merciful, in a way. I hope that I'm not the only girl in my digital classes. x_x I hope I can wake up on time, and I won't be as utterly tired as I am now!
Maybe I'll work on something art-related. I don't know.
and I got these lithographs. They scanned poorly, for they were larger than the scanner bed, and I didn't want to close the lid on them.
There was a Tinker Bell one as well, but I don't much care for her, and I gave it to Katie.
I can't help but marvel at the painted backgrounds on them, especially on the one of the children flying. Very pretty. It was a 50's flick, so I'm assuming all those backgrounds were done by hand. Last feature Walt worked on.
I also went to Borders and got a copy of Barrie's original writing of Peter Pan and Wendy, which also included an extension called Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, and another mini story about him. I finished the first story a while ago, and it just strikes me as bittersweet. I don't know whether to feel happy or sad for Peter. It also makes me kind of melancholic about childhood in general, and how very little of it I took advantage of.
It was interesting to read, though, of how he's a 'betwixt-between' of a boy and a bird. About the panpipes, and all of that. Lolfandom.
So terribly lethargic and tired. I kind of said I'd call Steve to hang out, but I'm afraid of falling asleep in his company. Still got a strain in the throat, the remains of that rotton cold. It oughta pass by tomorrow.
I did get a surprise, though, when I was visiting at the old high school. Steve Wernau snuck up behind me and hugged me. Good Lord, that boy cleans up. And he sounds so...grown up. He graduated from Specs Howard already, and has plans for his own video production company. Dayum. That can't be the same dopey-eyed slacker from high school, who I had to fake kiss on stage. Amazing. He did a whole lot of the talking, telling me about his many jobs he's had in the past year, and how he's learned to sell things to people. Looks like he really knows where he's going. I'm kind of jealous at how much he seems to be able to see ahead.
Did say hullo to ol' Byron, and he seemed in good spirits. Gave a drop-in briefly on Mr. K in the midst of yearbook woes (some things never change), then went and chatted with Mrs. Rama. It was nice to see alla them, though I definitely do not miss the brutality that was high school. I can safely say I don't go back there to relive, more to have conversation with the teachers I miss. Kinda unfortunate I couldn't find Massoll and share my final exam. I wonder if I'll ever get that shirt from her at this rate...
It won't be long till Monday, and back into school. I hope I don't get lost on my first day. I hope traffic will be merciful, in a way. I hope that I'm not the only girl in my digital classes. x_x I hope I can wake up on time, and I won't be as utterly tired as I am now!
Maybe I'll work on something art-related. I don't know.
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Also, as long as you're home this semester, you know you can just give me a call if you ever want to hang out, right?
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Speaking of which, I now have a desperate need to own The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and I blame you. And sequence/song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EyS3weMlxLA&mode=related&search=). I'd only seen it once or twice, a very long time ago, so I barely remember it now.
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Haha, see, I don't even remember who Phoebus is. Rofl.