Tentative spontaneous wine/crackcoccaine/anything date for the twelfth of never
I didn't just eat half a cup of microwaved pumpkin puree with salt on it...
And I am MOST certainly NOT mucking about on livejournal to avoid doing the dished I have made cooking about two weeks worth of dinner, which will slowly be eeked out of my freezer...wooOOooo000o.
-veggie byriani
-salmon with basil, orzo, kale, carrots, yellow zucchini and cheese
-curried pumpkin soup with masala
*whonks*
*eyes dishes shiftily*
*rewhonks*
In other news, the installation went well (in that i actually FINISHED it), although I did fall victim to several psuedo-comas during other people's critiques. I also managed to cry some more- AND say something so heinous to my favourite drawing and painting teacher that I thought I might die, though Nicole sucked it up beautifully, taking into consideration the fact that I hadn't slept in three days and was having an anuerism over my installation.
Readers Digest Condensed Version of said Offensive Remark:
-crit on drawings, 3 out of 5 drawings completed
-told Nicole (and the rest of the class) that the other two didn't get completed because her class was "at the bottom of my pile"
*implodes in own rudeness*
-realising what I had just said, I promptly died...
No. I finished my presentation, curled into a ball for the rest of class, and then spent ten minutes after class apologising my FACE off- though Nicole was completely understanding and sweet, basically laughed it off, attributed it to my INSANITY, and told me to get some sleep.
I saw her first thing the next morning- after I hadn't slept AGAIN- and she wished me good luck with my crit, rubbed my back, and then walked away grinning and shaking her head.
Conclusion: Nicole Collins is THE most fucking amazing DRPT prof EVER...
Finally- I have been REALLY weepy/lonely/missing Grummie in the last few weeks. I thought maybe this week it was the exhaustion, and it's probably true...but other than that, it's starting to bog me down. As well, I attempted to initiate some kind of wine/tea/coffee/crackcoccaine/ANYTHING interaction with Colette and it rather fizzled out in that she's busy, I was VERY understanding, and now we have a tentative 'spontaneous' arrangement for the twelfth of never. She's got me stuck where I either have to BUG her for this to happen, or wait for her to actually care enough about me to remember to INITIATE said SPONTANEITY around her schedule.
Teh Suckxor.
man. I should do those dishes before they petrify.
Polly ^^
And I am MOST certainly NOT mucking about on livejournal to avoid doing the dished I have made cooking about two weeks worth of dinner, which will slowly be eeked out of my freezer...wooOOooo000o.
-veggie byriani
-salmon with basil, orzo, kale, carrots, yellow zucchini and cheese
-curried pumpkin soup with masala
*whonks*
*eyes dishes shiftily*
*rewhonks*
In other news, the installation went well (in that i actually FINISHED it), although I did fall victim to several psuedo-comas during other people's critiques. I also managed to cry some more- AND say something so heinous to my favourite drawing and painting teacher that I thought I might die, though Nicole sucked it up beautifully, taking into consideration the fact that I hadn't slept in three days and was having an anuerism over my installation.
Readers Digest Condensed Version of said Offensive Remark:
-crit on drawings, 3 out of 5 drawings completed
-told Nicole (and the rest of the class) that the other two didn't get completed because her class was "at the bottom of my pile"
*implodes in own rudeness*
-realising what I had just said, I promptly died...
No. I finished my presentation, curled into a ball for the rest of class, and then spent ten minutes after class apologising my FACE off- though Nicole was completely understanding and sweet, basically laughed it off, attributed it to my INSANITY, and told me to get some sleep.
I saw her first thing the next morning- after I hadn't slept AGAIN- and she wished me good luck with my crit, rubbed my back, and then walked away grinning and shaking her head.
Conclusion: Nicole Collins is THE most fucking amazing DRPT prof EVER...
Finally- I have been REALLY weepy/lonely/missing Grummie in the last few weeks. I thought maybe this week it was the exhaustion, and it's probably true...but other than that, it's starting to bog me down. As well, I attempted to initiate some kind of wine/tea/coffee/crackcoccaine/ANYTHING interaction with Colette and it rather fizzled out in that she's busy, I was VERY understanding, and now we have a tentative 'spontaneous' arrangement for the twelfth of never. She's got me stuck where I either have to BUG her for this to happen, or wait for her to actually care enough about me to remember to INITIATE said SPONTANEITY around her schedule.
Teh Suckxor.
man. I should do those dishes before they petrify.
Polly ^^