Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Got a lousy grade on my Creative Brief, and the teacher didn't seem to like my Style Boards much either. Swell. I'm realizing also that I have no idea what we're supposed to have done for the next class.
I'm done with the advising appointment for my spring classes, though, so I'll be able to register properly next week. I have printmaking again, and a sculpture class which could turn out to be anything, and a required art history, and a humanities class about fairy tales. It seems promising, although I'm wary of being too hopeful. I've been disappointed too many times in the past.
The new Whole Foods next to the school is open now, too. It's awfully convenient, and awfully expensive. There are some things that seem reasonable, though. Bulk rice and dried fruit and so on. I got some fancy pasta there, and made it for dinner tonight. It reminded me of the first meal I ever cooked here, when I was all by myself and feeling all forlorn and lost. This pasta was much better, and by now I've gotten good at things like sauces, but it still made me homesick. I've been living alone for a long time now, it seems like, never having a proper conversation except on the phone.
I've been in this apartment for longer than any of my previous places, but it still doesn't quite feel like I live here. I don't know that there's anywhere that does feel like home, these days. Everywhere I am, I'm awkward and out of place, not knowing what to do with myself. I really hope someday I can figure out a life for myself that makes a little more sense, and is a bit more comfortable and less tense and strange.
I'm done with the advising appointment for my spring classes, though, so I'll be able to register properly next week. I have printmaking again, and a sculpture class which could turn out to be anything, and a required art history, and a humanities class about fairy tales. It seems promising, although I'm wary of being too hopeful. I've been disappointed too many times in the past.
The new Whole Foods next to the school is open now, too. It's awfully convenient, and awfully expensive. There are some things that seem reasonable, though. Bulk rice and dried fruit and so on. I got some fancy pasta there, and made it for dinner tonight. It reminded me of the first meal I ever cooked here, when I was all by myself and feeling all forlorn and lost. This pasta was much better, and by now I've gotten good at things like sauces, but it still made me homesick. I've been living alone for a long time now, it seems like, never having a proper conversation except on the phone.
I've been in this apartment for longer than any of my previous places, but it still doesn't quite feel like I live here. I don't know that there's anywhere that does feel like home, these days. Everywhere I am, I'm awkward and out of place, not knowing what to do with myself. I really hope someday I can figure out a life for myself that makes a little more sense, and is a bit more comfortable and less tense and strange.