A "week" in review

        So yeah, it's Thursday, so technically this is not a full week of thoughts. But Friday always has this mantra of "So and so many more hours until freedom, no don't punch the slow walker, just go, I believe in you", so I'm laying it on hot today.
          I learned about colors this week! I mean I already knew about colors, but I honestly did not know there were so many color harmonies. I've always only really acknowledged monochromatic  and maybe split complements existing, mostly because I don't particularly care for color in my art, and when I do it is disgusting combinations that make me giggle to myself because of how ugly they are. I also learned about the animation principles! Twelve entire things to memorize! I'm a little nervous. (Squash and stretch was said so many times yesterday that I don't even catalog it as a real phrase anymore.) Now let us venture out of the animation classroom for a moment to look at other things I learned this week. I actually haven't learned anything else, or if I did I was too zoned out to remember. Oops.
        So, future right? Right. I don't like to think too much about my future, but I do know what I want to learn in this class. In the future coming up right now, I was to learn just how to squash and stretch. I've never really thought about putting anything I do into motion, but I like the physics of squash and stretch and I hope to grasp it. It seems to be something that will be beneficial to me in this class. Also, I want to be about to tell someone "Oh yeah, I learned how to squash and stretch," and watch their faces when they try to comprehend what I just said.
       It is only Thursday, and yet a lot has frustrated me this week, to be honest. I've frustrated myself a total of fifteen times today alone. But mostly I was frustrated with the flip book that took over my life for approximately 72 hours. I would work for hours, take a break, and come back to the book to discover forty cards I thought I had finished were really just twenty. I distracted myself a lot and fought with the book a lot too. But even with all that frustration, when I finally finished, I sat there for 10 minutes just watching it. I was in awe that I had created something that I've always admired the concept of. But I'm never creating one again. I refuse.
        Something that made me happy this week wasn't really in animation, but animation caused it. Since the flip book took all weekend I didn't do any other homework really, and I openly admitted it to my English teacher. He was alright with it, but he wanted to see the flip book, and he was so amazed by it that he passed it around the class. He also told me that my writing makes him proud, and he couldn't wait to read the next essay by me. One more thing that made me happy was Bronwyn and I creating a son, out of a dumb little doodle I gave her. His name is Apollo and he is trash (he unironically likes Minions guys).
        So, my "week" aside, let me share something with you, yea? So you all know I'm  a bucket of Hamilton trash, and I don't stop. You probably really don't care, but when Mrs. Licata mentioned animatics I got excited because I watch tons of animatics. Nine times out of ten, those animatics are (as you've already probably concluded) Hamilton animatics. Just the talent one simple and unfinished video can hold amazes me! So here, I'll go easy on you and give you a simple little "Aaron Burr, Sir" one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1BVB3tTW6c.