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So, that thing that erin and Gina took me to this weekend was an independent comics convention. I'm not a convention type of gal, nor am I really a comics type of gal. But it turned out to be pretty fun. The fun part, really, was that we got to spend time with goils Tara (whom I've seen a few times since last year) and Nicole (whom I hadn't seen since our trip to Vegas in May of last year). That was great.

I spent most of Saturday in the hotel room drudging through Marx and Engels and writing my reaction paper. It took a lot of coffee (yeah, I give up) to get through that, but I did it. Today we got up and spent an interminable midmorning at a pancake house trying to get breakfast. Then I actually purchased a comic book with my meagre fundage. It was by this guy, James Kochalka, whose art style was vaguely familiar in a way that made me think that perhaps erin has forced me to look at it in the past. As it turns out, the book is really very good. So I guess I may be a comics type of gal after all.

I'm home now, not looking forward to school tomorrow. I hope my art class, the first of which is tomorrow, won't be terribly expensive in the supples department. I have a sneaking suspicion that it will involve lots of paint. I'm very bad with paint. I picked this class because I needed SOMETHING that fit into my schedule and because I need credits, any credits, and as many as possible. But... what on earth does "Color as Communication" even mean?

Guess I'll find out tomorrow.

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