Before the Bus

So I never did finish writing that post. You'll just have to ask me about Nice later.
Last weekend I went on an archaeology fieldtrip to Quinson which is pretty and in the middle of nowhere. We did "experimental archaeology." That is, they showed us how to knap flint, we built fires with friction, threw spears and did ancient archery. It was pretty cool, except for the freezing rain and nauseating bus ride. I am not even someone who gets car-sick! Guh.
This is a brief blog, as I have to leave in a few minutes. I am going to Barcelona! I am very excited. I have never been to Spain, and a book I finished recently took place in Barcelona. But what I am really excited about is getting my hands on some manchego...
Had midterms this week, passed with flying colors. Finally managed to finish a painting in the countryside. The bus driver looked at it and called me "la petite Cezanne" forever more. He smoked fat old cigars and had the Frenchest voice I've ever heard. It was awesome. Again, freezing cold though.
Today I had a four-hour essay-exam for Marchutz, comparing two paintings that were different drafts of the same subject by John Constable. It was hardcore.
Also, I finished my first sketchbook here, which is crazy as I don't think I've even been drawing that much. Anyway, I bought another one today and a set of oil pastels which I intend to capture Barcelona with.
My critique is next week. Wish me luck.
Then I will be in Giverny for five days, learning about Monet and Rodin, and then it is my mid-semester break and I am going to VENICE. OH MY GOD.
Not that I've been dreaming about going to Venice since before puberty or anything. Certainly not.
Last night Jacob had a talk with me. He said that I have a veritable gold mine of talent and that I am not putting it to use. He said that I am twenty-one already, and with all that talent I should be established, successful, and famous by now, that I need to spend more time working on my arts and less time talking to friends and goofing around on the internet. I think it was the most flattering scolding I have ever received.
Here is me painting and listening to Radiohead, as I mentioned in the last post. I love you all.