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Tuesday. It's nearly 2 in the morning.
I just finished two sculptures for my sculpture final presentation tomorrow. They are awesome...but...that's just my opinion. I never know how Nestor, my prof. for that class, will take things. He could either love it or hate it. I still have to type a one page paper on my feelings about the plaster mold/body putty project. That will be so easy, I have many opinions and ideas on that project. It was a nightmare and so mant problems could have been avoided if Nestor had just taught us a little bit more. He just gave us the materials, told us what to do, then devoted all his attention to his precious grad. students, even during our classtime. He asked for a piece of my mind so, in this paper, he is totally going to get it.
In the meantime...I miss Evan. I just saw him Saturday, but we were surrounded by his coworkers at the party and surrounded by my family at home. That was nice too though. Heather was at my house for a bit because she'd gone to a movie with Keith. We tormented my cat together, and watched The Muppet Show. Heather told me last night, or rather, the nigth before last, that I seem very comfortable with Evan. I am too. He makes me comfortable. He is comfortable. I feel very right with him...it's difficult to explain. I feel as if I've known him forever and that being with him is exactly what I should be doing with my life. It's strange too, because Aunt Diane would've introduced us a long time ago but I was going out with Ricky. Aunt Diane was his 2nd grade teacher and his mom is a third grade teacher so my Aunt knows her and has been able to keep in touch with Evan. She said that even when she had Evan as a 2nd grade student she thought he and I would get along well. She was right.
It's odd how life works out sometimes.
I still worry about Ricky and hope he's doing okay. As soon as I have more time I'll call him or email him or something to see how he's doing. I will have to see him soon too because I still have his guitar and jacket...and I believe he has a book of mine that I really like.
Oh well...it is time for me to write that paper.
Goodnight.