Hey. I’m sleepy. I didn’t get as much sleep as I wanted because I had to get up for yoga, which was at 11. I liked my Wednesday class better, but I’m sure it’ll be great, today was only the first day. I feel like a cheated my exercise today though because yoga wasn’t much and I didn’t go to the gym, but I shouldn’t feel bad because I pre-decided that I didn’t have to go to the gym on the days I had yoga. I still feel bad though. I ate food. I worked on a 3-D project to make a pattern that when folded up makes a 3-demensional “R.” It came out un-perfect, which is annoying and not up to my standards. But it’s probably perfectly fine according to most people’s. I talked with mom on the phone on and off, she’s helping me by sending me some stuff I need so I don’t need to worry about it. I wandered to find Adah, missed her, and then wandered down to the Media Arts building to look at the photographs and digital imaging up on the walls. Some, I liked. Some I liked a lot. Most, I found cliché and/or boring. That may sound harsh, but cliché just doesn’t grab me, because it’s been done, and I already know it. Tell me something new, something complicated, simple, beautiful, horrifying, colorful, realistic, not, whatever, just not cliché because I know you can do better than that. I wandered back towards my room and ran into Adah who had apparently been finding me and finding I wasn’t there. Lucky we ran into each other. Sat out side for a while, it got dark. I got hungry, she wanted to go back to her room and read a bit. So did I. Came back here, made soup and put Chex cereal in it. It was tasty. Chex cereal are the perfect crackers for soup. Read some Harry Potter. Don’t really feel like reading my homework stuff. And now I’m tired.
I don’t really have much to do at all this weekend, yet somehow I’m still worrying about it. But I guess I’m not too worried, because I know I don’t need to get it done yet and therefore will get it done later. I could skip everything and save it for after this weekend. But I would feel so much better if it was all done. Too bad I have to meet somewhere in the middle of that, and that’s what bothers me. I’m supposed to go out tonight. I don’t want to, so I wont. I like staying in, I’m a stay at home type of girl. I prefer to stay home with the familiar and comfortable, often when given the choice. Except this isn’t home. I like home better.
Maybe I’ll go to sleep early and turn off my phone and that way when people call to ask me if I’m coming, I can tell them tomorrow that I fell asleep. I can’t wait for Michele to get back tomorrow. She might be what you call a stay at home type of girl, too. That’s why I like her. She’s comfortable and familiar. Maybe we’ll read some of our homework together, considering we have the same two history classes. Maybe it’ll go better that way. Sometimes it’s easier to listen or to read out loud than to read to yourself, if the book is on the boring side. I also have to draw a t-shirt design and buy the materials to eventually make it. I’m scared of that class because it’s entirely unfamiliar. Even though my teacher seems like he couldn’t care less what I bring in or how badly I screwed up, he’d still be more than happy to help me. I’m also scared I wont be able too take enough photographs for all of my classes. I’m going to go to Carnival on Monday, meet up with my friend Max who goes to NYU. I really hope Michele will want to come with me. I’m not sure if that’s really what it’s called. I might have made that up in my head. It’s supposed to be awesome, I’m supposed to take pictures so I’ll get started for my classes. Again, anything out of the familiar, I consider not doing, and in this case, that is silly. But I hope Michele will come.
I like that this blog has been keeping up. I hope it does. It would be fun to have it routine and into my schedule like I'm making exercise and eating right. We'll see. Printing and such might come first :)
I think I’ll call mom and the sleep now. I don’t really want to think about the not-very-much I have to do that feels like loads because I don’t really want to feel stressed out about loads, whether or not I have them.
Goodnight.
I don’t really have much to do at all this weekend, yet somehow I’m still worrying about it. But I guess I’m not too worried, because I know I don’t need to get it done yet and therefore will get it done later. I could skip everything and save it for after this weekend. But I would feel so much better if it was all done. Too bad I have to meet somewhere in the middle of that, and that’s what bothers me. I’m supposed to go out tonight. I don’t want to, so I wont. I like staying in, I’m a stay at home type of girl. I prefer to stay home with the familiar and comfortable, often when given the choice. Except this isn’t home. I like home better.
Maybe I’ll go to sleep early and turn off my phone and that way when people call to ask me if I’m coming, I can tell them tomorrow that I fell asleep. I can’t wait for Michele to get back tomorrow. She might be what you call a stay at home type of girl, too. That’s why I like her. She’s comfortable and familiar. Maybe we’ll read some of our homework together, considering we have the same two history classes. Maybe it’ll go better that way. Sometimes it’s easier to listen or to read out loud than to read to yourself, if the book is on the boring side. I also have to draw a t-shirt design and buy the materials to eventually make it. I’m scared of that class because it’s entirely unfamiliar. Even though my teacher seems like he couldn’t care less what I bring in or how badly I screwed up, he’d still be more than happy to help me. I’m also scared I wont be able too take enough photographs for all of my classes. I’m going to go to Carnival on Monday, meet up with my friend Max who goes to NYU. I really hope Michele will want to come with me. I’m not sure if that’s really what it’s called. I might have made that up in my head. It’s supposed to be awesome, I’m supposed to take pictures so I’ll get started for my classes. Again, anything out of the familiar, I consider not doing, and in this case, that is silly. But I hope Michele will come.
I like that this blog has been keeping up. I hope it does. It would be fun to have it routine and into my schedule like I'm making exercise and eating right. We'll see. Printing and such might come first :)
I think I’ll call mom and the sleep now. I don’t really want to think about the not-very-much I have to do that feels like loads because I don’t really want to feel stressed out about loads, whether or not I have them.
Goodnight.
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