Some people at MICA make me want to scream.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean most people. Most people at MICA rawk sawks and are teh awesomely. 'Specially the anime club. I like jinxing Haibane Renmei and Garbage Disposal People (IN SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!)

But there are some people who are so indescribably arty they need a kick in the groin (or kneecaps, whatever I can reach) and I'm all too willing to provide the service. And did. Motherfucker really deserved it too.

Motherfucker.

First things first. I lost a lot of weight since I got to MICA and put on a lot of muscle working in the school store. (The haunted school store that I swear to fucking god belongs in Silent Hill. There are things up there. Dead things.) I'm also blonde, big breasted and curvy as fuck-all.

If I were a few inches taller I could probably pull off a few photoshoots with playboy. That makes me a very happy girl. I like feeling sexy.

Of course, "appearance in this meaningless world" is, well, meaningless 9.9. I agree. But only so far. I like taking care of my body, and sometimes I like wearing sexy clothes and yes, I'm a consumer whore when it comes to videogames. The point is, some skinny pretentious bitch had no right to say that. No right. Not to me, and definately not to that kid who was still in highschool and had no idea what she wanted to do with her art.

Motherfucker, I'm pissed. And I like saying motherfucker. It's kinda therapeutic.

So ya, story time. I'm chillin' in corner cafe in the bunting center with this Junior who's checking out MICA and really interested in computer animation, though she's still really unsure about how it's going to work for her since she has zero to no experience. Now I'm sitting there, reassuring her they take into account not everyone has access to hardcore computers of teh awesomely with a bajillion gig processing and autoCAD before they get to MICA. Hell they don't even expect you to own a computer.

Some broad in a black turtleneck and so much eyeliner even David bowie would cringe butts in from another table, saying how computer animation isn't real art, and it undermines individual creativity because animators have to work in teams. Then she goes on and on about some bullshit about how much MICA has gone down hill, letting in kids who only value appearance and only want to appeal physically to a consummer driven society.

She's, of course, referring to me. Me, sitting there in a pair of grubby ripped jeans that have forgotten what the inside of a tumble dryer looks like, covered in more paint than my actual canvas, a pair of shoes that belonged to my Nana, and my
'Hentai Inside' shirt that looks as though ten boxes of plaster decided to go bukkake on it.

I was all like "WTF are you talking about?" and she says "Well look at you, you're some preppy bitch just trying to fit in. You're trying too hard. First of all, let your hair grow out to it's natural colour and take out the fucking breast implants."

Now, for those of you who have known me a long time, you know my hair is naturally platinum blonde, and my breasts have been the size of ripe melons since 4th grade due to an early puberty.

So I'm sitting there, dumbfounded, because I grew up being made fun of for having a, shall we say, developed figure and this bitch is hitting on all these nerves and opening old woulds like you wouldn't believe. And then she has the nerve to say to this kid:

"Want my advice? Don't take computer animation. If you want your art to go somewhere, use paint. Anything unorganic is just so... ugh. It's just not art."

So this junior in highschool looking scared and confused suddenly looks like she wants to rip this bitch's face off while I'm still trying to get over how much I hated elementary and middleschool. She gets up, grabs my breasts and squeezes them like they do at one of those examinations to make sure you don't have cancer of the nipple caused by eating radioactive cheese sandwiches.

Here's the deal. I'm sitting there, walking down bad-memory lane because some art-whore wanted to stroke her ego, with this 17 year old highschool kid pawing my breasts. If art whore was replaced by 'hot-lesbian-whore' I'd have thought I was having a wet dream.

Then the kid's like; "nope, those aren't implants. Not at all." and she sits back down calm as anything while I'm all O.o Hawt underage girl pawed my breasts.... wtf....

And arty bitch gives us this sneer, gets up and huffs. "Jesus, everyone is jumping on the bisexual bandwagon. You people are so fake, you're beyond hope." And she lives.

I saw her again in brown, and gave her a good kick in the knees.

Motherfucker.