It's raining and I just woke up from a much-needed nap. The critique today was probably one of the worst ones I've ever had-- at least in the other bad crits I've had, people talked about art. For over two fucking hours the professor randomly drawled on about the history of music, new fashion trends, the new bookstore downtown... I think in his ramblings he briefly mentioned a grand total of three people's work out of a class of eighteen. Purely, utterly, absolutely disgusting.

On a lighter note, though, I dropped by the gameroom for a couple rounds of DDR and passed my first Catastrophic song, Dead End. I missed 18 steps out of 410, and now I finally have that damn song out of my system.

Eep, gotta get to Matt's!