:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::

:: Thursday, November 19, 2009 ::

I always forget how I always feel like I've been hit by a truck by the end of the term. Just emotionally and physically spent.

That's basically how I feel right now. Burton asked me if I wanted to work on Friday and I was just like, "Hell no". It's time to get out of here.

I'm rapidly losing motivation to finish much of anything that isn't my metal work. Burton's making us re-design the goddamn teacher's lounge and I feel like I'd rather rather gag myself with a spoon. I guess I'm okay with the cathedral project as it's a lot of minute design, which I usually like doing.

With the exception of the DC trip, which I've been looking forward to for-fucking-ever, Intensive Arts is going to suck. More stupid workshops, and having to "supervise" the third and second years revamping the street front is one of the last things I want to do. Plus, I refuse to clean that shop. That shop was spotless after I finished my production, I'm not cleaning up other people's shit.

So, ignoring all that bitching, Thanksgiving is coming up. Yay. My grandmother had a tumor removed from her kidney and she's still not feeling great, so she's not cooking the meal this year -- my mom is. That just makes me laugh. I'm sure she'll be fine, but she's never cooked a meal of this magnitude before. I think I'm doing desserts, since I've always liked baking, and my brother will probably end up doing the turkey, since he's more into the non-dessert cooking.

It's weird how what I've really been missing lately is having someone lying in bed next to me. I guess it's mostly just know there's someone there, or having their weight, their presence beside me. It's hard to describe and I'm not particularly lonely or anything, it's just something I've been missing.

Ugh, WHY is it four o'clock and WHY am I still awake. I need to finish this and go to bed. I've just got to make it through one more critique tomorrow and then I can go home.

:: Nick Thursday, November 19, 2009 [+] ::