Exhaustion finds her once more as she treads across the skin of the sea.
Last Wednesday, I didn't go to painting class... I was much too exhausted; I felt quite sick. I headed back to sleep after literature class, and just... slept.
I've met a lot of people recently! It's odd, seeing as I normally never leave my room unless to go to the studio. But oddly, it's just how I have met them. In class, in studio, or some such other way. Perhaps walking from those places.
I wondered what that girl thought in literature section when I said those things last time. Her name is Annie, by the way. Interestingly enough, I've met only a few girls of this kind of name (or variant) and they have all been very interesting people! They have rarely been ordinary, at least after I've spoken to them.
How ironic, she must have thought! That I would very well take her advice into action... to speak without thinking that I would be wrong. She must have either thought it to be something wonderful, or something entirely negative, as I'm sure I took much of her time to talk.
There was a lecture of literature class once where I came in about 20 minutes late-- I had overslept, and walked in late. I tried to be as quiet as I could be, and I looked around at the room to find an empty spot. There was one next to her, and even as I walked into the door, I saw her head turn at me, and I think she smiled-- it must have been because I was the very same girl that seemed to work too hard that she couldn't say what she wanted in section, or perhaps I looked frazzled because I was feeling like I was terribly late. In any case, I didn't take that seat next to her, and I sat next to someone I knew instead.
So... what could she have thought during section last time? I was sitting next to her, saying all of these things that appeared to awe the class-- at least I knew it awed Don, the guy who shook my hand. Now and then, I could see that she was looking at me, perhaps agreeing with what I was saying; at times she'd pitch in something or elaborate on how she agreed or something new.
I just keep feeling like my words just don't mean as much when I say it. But when she says it, it feels like she knows everything. Maybe it's because of my slight lack of confidence in speaking, or my slight lack of confidence in thinking that my ideas and analyzation would be relevant enough. Regardless, as much as I felt maybe I accidentally stirred a "rival" feeling in the both of them, I was content during that class session just sitting next to her and Don, as the two of them sprouted amazing things from their mouths. I love the look on the TA's face when we say something truly interesting. His expression is something I won't forget for a bit... the expression of amazement.
I spent this weekend with satou_sei and diogenesshadow. Tomorrow, I'll be going to a museum in San Jose. I really, really appreciate Kirtan for the ride, and even though it is just really me, her, and her boyfriend, I really need to go since it's required for the midterm of 3D Foundation. Hopefully I can ask for her favor again to go to another place, as I know we both need to go somewhere else, too.
Oh, and I am enjoying Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. I just wish we didn't have to read it within a time frame or something... I was supposed to have finished it by Wednesday, but I hadn't found the time to do so until this weekend. Need to write a paper tomorrow night, and I need to read up to chapter 5 in Frankenstein. And I don't even want to think about painting right now.
I just turn to the right, and stare a bit at my printed-out picture of Lady Chris, and sometimes I just can't help but feel a little better. How odd that a likeness of an idea could do something positive just by simply glancing!
I've met a lot of people recently! It's odd, seeing as I normally never leave my room unless to go to the studio. But oddly, it's just how I have met them. In class, in studio, or some such other way. Perhaps walking from those places.
I wondered what that girl thought in literature section when I said those things last time. Her name is Annie, by the way. Interestingly enough, I've met only a few girls of this kind of name (or variant) and they have all been very interesting people! They have rarely been ordinary, at least after I've spoken to them.
How ironic, she must have thought! That I would very well take her advice into action... to speak without thinking that I would be wrong. She must have either thought it to be something wonderful, or something entirely negative, as I'm sure I took much of her time to talk.
There was a lecture of literature class once where I came in about 20 minutes late-- I had overslept, and walked in late. I tried to be as quiet as I could be, and I looked around at the room to find an empty spot. There was one next to her, and even as I walked into the door, I saw her head turn at me, and I think she smiled-- it must have been because I was the very same girl that seemed to work too hard that she couldn't say what she wanted in section, or perhaps I looked frazzled because I was feeling like I was terribly late. In any case, I didn't take that seat next to her, and I sat next to someone I knew instead.
So... what could she have thought during section last time? I was sitting next to her, saying all of these things that appeared to awe the class-- at least I knew it awed Don, the guy who shook my hand. Now and then, I could see that she was looking at me, perhaps agreeing with what I was saying; at times she'd pitch in something or elaborate on how she agreed or something new.
I just keep feeling like my words just don't mean as much when I say it. But when she says it, it feels like she knows everything. Maybe it's because of my slight lack of confidence in speaking, or my slight lack of confidence in thinking that my ideas and analyzation would be relevant enough. Regardless, as much as I felt maybe I accidentally stirred a "rival" feeling in the both of them, I was content during that class session just sitting next to her and Don, as the two of them sprouted amazing things from their mouths. I love the look on the TA's face when we say something truly interesting. His expression is something I won't forget for a bit... the expression of amazement.
I spent this weekend with satou_sei and diogenesshadow. Tomorrow, I'll be going to a museum in San Jose. I really, really appreciate Kirtan for the ride, and even though it is just really me, her, and her boyfriend, I really need to go since it's required for the midterm of 3D Foundation. Hopefully I can ask for her favor again to go to another place, as I know we both need to go somewhere else, too.
Oh, and I am enjoying Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. I just wish we didn't have to read it within a time frame or something... I was supposed to have finished it by Wednesday, but I hadn't found the time to do so until this weekend. Need to write a paper tomorrow night, and I need to read up to chapter 5 in Frankenstein. And I don't even want to think about painting right now.
I just turn to the right, and stare a bit at my printed-out picture of Lady Chris, and sometimes I just can't help but feel a little better. How odd that a likeness of an idea could do something positive just by simply glancing!