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Aug. 25th, 2003 03:47 pmNearly embarassed myself quite badly just a minute ago--I was getting ready to go to work (a one-time assignment, since the regular quarter is over, now), and decided to double-check my paperwork to see what time I was supposed to get off and all.
The job is on Tuesday. Today is not Tuesday. Today is Monday. I was about ten minutes away from heading out the door and walking all the way to campus, just to realize that I was a full day early. Well.... it's better than realizing it was yesterday. ;)
Lazy day. I've spent most of it reading or drawing. Have discovered that I really need to work off of pictures and models more often, but that I am still making progress. I'm better than I was last year at this time, I think.
In a lot of ways, I'll miss this house when I leave. Having a kitchen, a living room, a room to myself, walls that are pretty colors, comfy couches, and a bed that's much bigger than those annoying twin beds in the dorms has been very nice. So has being close to Trader Joe's, having a tree outside my window, and the lovely drapery of the pale blue sheet I borrowed from Emily to use as a curtain on my main window. And a full-sized closet, complete with shelves and hooks. And I've had a blast talking with Emily and Chris, if only because I've learned a lot from them--they're very informed, with-it sort of people.
At the same time, it will be a relief to go back to the dorms, being close to classes and work again, to having somebody to turn to at any moment and say "hey, look at this silly thing I found!" or whatever, and not have to worry about why the water bill is astronomical, or why the guy next door sounds like he's hacking up a lung every morning and smokes so much pot that we can literally smell it in our house sometimes. No more damned fruit flies everywhere, no more shower that drips through the first-floor ceiling, and no more piling my books on my dresser because I don't have a bookshelf.
Despite all that, I love this house. Someday I want a room that's painted this color of pumpkin spice, with white trim that makes my white desk and dark green lamp and all look so damned good. I want to know how very pale blue curtains, light purple with little darker purple flowers sheets, and a yellow, white and blue quilt can look so good with spiced pumpkin walls--I thought it would be horrendous, but it's beautiful. And when the sun shines in through the tree-window onto my bed and walls, this whole room lights up and feels warm beautiful. I wouldn't want to live here forever, but I'm glad I came here for the summer and had my first (sometimes hair-raising) experience with living in a real house with no parents. It's been a blast.
The job is on Tuesday. Today is not Tuesday. Today is Monday. I was about ten minutes away from heading out the door and walking all the way to campus, just to realize that I was a full day early. Well.... it's better than realizing it was yesterday. ;)
Lazy day. I've spent most of it reading or drawing. Have discovered that I really need to work off of pictures and models more often, but that I am still making progress. I'm better than I was last year at this time, I think.
In a lot of ways, I'll miss this house when I leave. Having a kitchen, a living room, a room to myself, walls that are pretty colors, comfy couches, and a bed that's much bigger than those annoying twin beds in the dorms has been very nice. So has being close to Trader Joe's, having a tree outside my window, and the lovely drapery of the pale blue sheet I borrowed from Emily to use as a curtain on my main window. And a full-sized closet, complete with shelves and hooks. And I've had a blast talking with Emily and Chris, if only because I've learned a lot from them--they're very informed, with-it sort of people.
At the same time, it will be a relief to go back to the dorms, being close to classes and work again, to having somebody to turn to at any moment and say "hey, look at this silly thing I found!" or whatever, and not have to worry about why the water bill is astronomical, or why the guy next door sounds like he's hacking up a lung every morning and smokes so much pot that we can literally smell it in our house sometimes. No more damned fruit flies everywhere, no more shower that drips through the first-floor ceiling, and no more piling my books on my dresser because I don't have a bookshelf.
Despite all that, I love this house. Someday I want a room that's painted this color of pumpkin spice, with white trim that makes my white desk and dark green lamp and all look so damned good. I want to know how very pale blue curtains, light purple with little darker purple flowers sheets, and a yellow, white and blue quilt can look so good with spiced pumpkin walls--I thought it would be horrendous, but it's beautiful. And when the sun shines in through the tree-window onto my bed and walls, this whole room lights up and feels warm beautiful. I wouldn't want to live here forever, but I'm glad I came here for the summer and had my first (sometimes hair-raising) experience with living in a real house with no parents. It's been a blast.
