I’m no Picasso, but here it is, I finished drawing all of my stuff awhile ago, and only recently scanned it in. I managed to get four. Four of the six and then the scanner peter-ed out on me; I’m not sure what is wrong with it, I tried everything a sane man would and then I tried hot tea (it normally works for me), anyway I guess it is just old and I need a new one. I saw we will end up with only 3 by the end of Part B so maybe it won’t matter too much, but I made sure to alert the Instructor. Can’t wait to see all of yours’s’, so cheers!
(Didn’t realize I could post the picture with my actual post so there is a duplicate; huh
It is up-side-down unfortunately, but yes, it IS a key (key+keychain=movingparts) and the other thing is a spyglass (not a telescope)
So I am fiddling around with this WordPress thing, I’m still new to it and the tutorials didn’t help as much as I would have liked. Apparently this is an “aside” and if it is anything that I suspect then this should be what I expect (duh), anyway fingers crossed; I hope I can do well enough with this WordPress thing.
So this is “Part A” of a semester long project given to my by one, Professor Shiflet, the instructor of my online course entitled Digital Design Foundation. If you are reading this and think that I have written this just for you, you are sorely mistaken; I often times find myself recapping the events of my life and spacing out more than I care to recount. I had written over three hundred words and then deleted them, if that doesn’t tell you how eager I am to say nothing then I don’t know what is.
I have never been a fan of blogging, but because I am being graded on it I may as well participate; just know that once this is over and I never have to do this again *[DELETE]*. Personally (and this is what I hate about it), I can’t understand why people would want to share the events of their life with strangers; I mean, I can understand certain blogs that discuss the events of important projects and/or events, but then there are social networking sites like Twitter and Facebook.
Ugh! I don’t want to say anything else because I am starting to feel hypocritical.
This is me. I am me.
No one else in the world can be me,
but you are welcome to try.
Can you try to be me?
I could tell you many things
but that wouldn’t make you me.
Hannah, Greg, Jim, Josey,
Abrosch, and Felicity
They could know Forest and given the oppertunity,
Forest could know them; but they will never know me.
Look in the mirror, and say: “I am me.”