Vanishing Point

Last night. Cuban. Dresses up with the girls. Lipstick and black dresses. Dancing and laughing all night. Keep in mind, I was sober and every one else was funny tipsy. I can't say the same for one of my friends, but she probably made the entire night even if she was crying over her coat for a good hour and even if she got kicked out of Cuban before eleven. Uni bus sucks. We waited in the freezing cold for over half an hour and when it came, it zoomed right passed us. We assumed it was because of how many people were on board. Took a cab. One of the earliest nights out and maybe the best so far. Now, I have my readings and last seminar of the week. Mungo's party tonight. 

And hey, I found out why they say "Hi-ya". It's just slang, a shortened word for "Hi you". Also, there are no grape flavors here. Instead, it's called "Black Currant". Look it up. 

One more thing. I had my first seminar yesterday. Compare it to UWM's discussions after the lecture. Well, I don't know if it's just me but the professor didn't look at me at all. Kept his focus away during the talks. I even spoke up twice and it was like I was hushed. Besides that, we talked over two hours about Alberti's perspective. Literally the vanishing point/centric point in paintings. I mean, I could do it easily. Drawing class at UWM only had us do it one day, one day to master it. It's not even hard. Yet, we sat there talking in British terms and so scientifically about it for two hours. Easy. Easy if I could understand the words they use. I could have schooled them.