So. I live here. Jonathan lives in Hawaii. There is a slight time difference between the two. This, among some other things, creates some difficulty in communication. This, in turn, makes the weekends my favorite time of the week. Sundays more so than Saturdays, because Saturdays he has class so we don't get to talk as much. All week long (as anyone who knows me here can tell you) I look forward to talking to Jonathan. Very often I talk about him. So you can just imagine how thrilled I was this past Sunday.

Oh yes, I was indeed happy when I woke up thinking I'd get to talk to him, happier yet when we did get to talk that morning (even though he kept on falling asleep on me), and I really didn't think he would take as long as he did away (in fact, I didn't even know what it was that he was doing, because the term that he used to describe his activities I was unfamiliar with, so I had no idea where or why he was off to) so I decided to stay in the whole day to wait for him. By around dinner time I started to have my suspicions. I shrugged them off, figuring that the phone would be ringing at any minute, and not long after it did. Alan wanted me to go to dinner with him. Now, I would have liked to go to dinner with Alan and Michelle, as a matter of fact I would have liked just to have been outside, it being such a lovely day (it really was, it was actually above freezing), but I declined the offer and instead made myself some mushroom soup, sure that within the next half hour he would call. Oh, how foolish I was! He did not call until well past 7:00, and that only briefly, for he was not done. It wasn't even half an hour before I was back to waiting by the phone, and just as I was getting to quit and go to sleep (past 10:00 at this point) he called. This is when I learned what his day had been spent doing.

I was just a bit upset that I had been shunned on the only day we get to be together for a knife. He spent the whole day looking for one at a flea market. And no, he did not find it.

*sigh* men...

Anyways, so Project 1 in Drawing II was due today, and I was one of the very few people who had it done. He postponed the due date to next class because of so many people not having it finished, but ah well. At least I don't have to worry anymore. And from what I've seen of the other drawings, mine is one of the best. So. That class is going well. I actually like it quite a bit. One day I hope to be able to, like Ada in Cold Mountain, carry around a sketchbook and just draw whatever strikes my fancy. Not that I couldn't do it now, it just wouldn't look very good. Then again, I am sure it would be great practice, so I just might start doing that. We shall see. And speaking of Cold Mountain, I hate that book. Not that it's a bad book, but what kind of a sick bastard kills off the main character in the last two pages? Seriously now. And as if that weren't bad enough, his would have been wife gets her index finger chopped off in the epilogue. Well, a part of her index finger, anyways. And you know what? Sad as it was, it didn't make my cry. It made me angry. When you are writing a book, you have full control over what happens to the characters, so is it too much to ask for to let them live? But no, I guess some people have such an inferiority complex that the only way they can feel powerful is by killing off the fictional characters that they created in the first place. Ugh.

Sorry to anyone who wanted to read the book or see the movie. Not because I just spoiled the end (oh no!) but because you took the time to consider reading or watching it.

But back to the school issues... So, Drawing II is great fun, and so is 3-D design. We're currently working on making wire replicas of whatever object we chose, only the dimensions have to add up to 45 inches. Thus, mine (which was originally 1x2x11) is going to be somethingxsomethingx35. I know the other numbers, too, I just can't think of them now. The only difficult part about this project was getting the wire, for which I had to walk to Hobbs. However, as it happened, Monday was a nice warm day, just perfect for walking, and Hobbs was only 15 minutes of walking away. About halfway there, though, I crossed into Washington Township where people do not believe in sidewalks, and so I had to walk on the street. Actually, I am sure they do have sidewalks, but these were covered by about three feet of snow and six inches of ice, and I didn't care to go looking for them under all that. So, that was the difficult part, which in the end turned out to be the easy part, because working with wire and trying to get it to do what you want is extremely difficult. Luckily, we get two weeks on this project. Then again, it might not be so lucky, because it means two weeks of working with wire which was found to be a carcinogen in the state of California. I have a sneaking suspicion that by the time this project is done most of the class will need to be hospitalized for cancer of the fingers...

Well, unless there is a strike first, in which case all of the class would take a break from working with this wire and thus our delicate fingers would be saved. Tomorrow is the day, by the way, that we get to find out if and when there is a strike. The teachers ask for student's cooperation in that we don't attend classes for the duration of the strike. For most of us, it will be a trying time, but I am sure that, with faith, we will be able to manage.

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Goth - 05/29/2005
Bad Baby - 05/25/2005
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