Kazaa, I like freewrites. I don't have to think as much, which means I can free up brain power for other things, like my ridiculous amounts of sociology theory. (Bleh.) [It's okay, it's an English blog, I can bash on sociology here.] I am actually fairly tempted to quit sociology altogether because of this theory class. Ew. I'm trying to remind myself how interesting the higher-level classes were, though, and compare it to the basics of sketching-- because in order to be any kind of good artist you have to learn all the basics, which usually involve lots of incredibly boring still-lifes of pretty little fruit bowls and glass bottles that have been sitting on the teacher's shelves for several decades. I was severely tempted to draw a rotting still life many, many times... with flies... and mold...
It probably really did not help that I was in an animation class at the same time that emphasized
energy and
movement and
life. Rather contradictory combination.
Anyway. At least I have my signing, and that makes me happy. I'm still having dreams in sign, which makes me uberhappy, and I always wake up in a good mood after having those. I used to have those in German, but seeing as I haven't really used that for years... Heh, I had a friend once who told me that his roommates had told him that he spoke in three different languages while he slept-- English, German, and Tagolog. Then he said he had a roommate who was Samoan (or something) and one night it sounded like he was chanting some wicked-sounding war curse... totally freaked him out :).
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