blergh

I did not realize that today was Friday until I heard "Happy Friday" on Bloomberg Radio this morning.
"TGIF" no longer applies, you guys.
Days meld into each other, the to-do list is perpetually replenishing, every day is the same.
The minutes are short, the days are long, and the weeks are shorter.
Spitzer needs an in-house chiropractor.
I've been trying to fix this kink in my neck/shoulders for an hour.
How are these 10 year olds making tortellini from scratch? I can barely prepare box pasta.
I have yet to watch Grey's Anatomy.
I'm really tired.
No, not really, my back just hurts.

HI!

Okay, really quick Wednesday update before I get ready for bed. Yeah, I know, it's 10:00 what kind of old grandma am I?

• I cut my finger off today (just kidding, it's still attached but yes, I did cut my finger)
• 99.9% sure I inhaled a pound of foam core dust from sanding it to bits
• Still have to buy vellum (sigh)
• Almost done with A Thousand Splendid Suns. I think its my least favorite of Hosseini's three
• Wore my LOTR/Calvin & Hobbes Threadless tee today, someone thought Gandalf was Jesus
• iOS 7 is lovely
• Solitaire is the entirety of my existence
• I started reading Play It As It Lays but I'm not really quite getting it. I think I have to start over.
• Review for our project is next Tuesday, I'm dying inside
• Had a 3 day long bout of pure frustration that has mostly subsided, but I think it'll come back tomorrow morning (sigh)
• I've been sighing a lot
• Plan on going to school every day throughout the weekend
• My axonometric drawing is going to be the easiest (I think) Wait nevermind, I think I have to show an exploded view (TRIPLE SIGH)
• I woke up late this morning and got to physics halfway through the class
• But I got 95 on our first test
• So I'm really happy but
• I am also upset about my missing 5 points because it was the WORST error. I hate myself.
• I could really use a wonderful cup of coffee
• I could really use a caramel latte
• I could really use a caramel latte from Thirsty Mind
• I am never going to forget about that coffee
• It is the best latte you will ever have
• And I am never going to have it ever again
• You can understand my sadness

Night.

Hey! I know what you're thinking: Who are you again? What is this? Where am I?

Well, for one, I am not going to apologize for not writing anything because there's nothing to apologize for. I've also been bombarded with work.

I just had a revelation that has been stirring around in my head for a while, but--literally--two minutes ago, I had a Eureka! moment. I feel like Colin Singleton. Anyway, here goes:

Well, actually, I have several Eureka! theses to present:

• Teachers are the best students. After spending the summer teaching a bunch of students a bunch of things, I realize that I've become a better student. When you place yourself in a teacher's position, you come to understand that awkward silences from students are moments of death. So, when a teacher asks a question, come up with an answer. Or BS one; just say something. Most of the time, the "correct" answer is the most obvious one.
•  ...

My second goes a little something like this: I'm more creative as a result of this blog and of the "gap" year I took. It's not necessarily a thesis and most certainly would not apply to everyone, so that's why I questioned its inclusion as a thesis. Anyway: I think that of all my classmates, my projects are the most "out of the box" and I think that's because since graduating high school, I've evolved a sense of "I don't care what everyone is going to think, I'm going to do whatever I want." Call it a more sophisticated sense of independence and rebellion, if you will. Instead of worrying about what my professors, TAs, peers/classmates will think, I come up with things and execute them. Then I wonder what everyone will think. Others' opinions are more of a curiosity than a necessity and I'm curious to know what you think, but I don't care if you like it or not. (Well actually, I do care if you like it, and I will be marginally nicer to you).

How does that have to do with the blog/gap year?

Well, if you've read any of my past posts at all, you can tell that I write a bunch of gibberish/write about things that people don't really care about. And that's how the two are related. With the gap year, I think it's because I was so separated from people (in general). When I left school in February, everyone my age was still in school- I wasn't. During that time, I basically had to fend for myself and figuratively lost my social touch with the world. So yeah: independence and rebellion. I could probably make up a word for this... would I just be a nonconformist?

Kay. C'est ça. Have to go to Pearl Paint and spend a buttload of money. Ciao!

Saturday Slump

VampireStat probably makes up 30% of all my pageviews.

• I've declared today (Saturday) a forced recuperation day after spending Monday - Friday at school
• I'm doing homework right now. So much for recuperation.
• I mentally declared that I would sleep in and be lazy all day, but I ended up sleeping from 11-2, then 6-9. (sigh)
• 95% sure my feet decided to grow so that I could do a shoe overhaul.
• But on the flip side, I can't wear my chelsea boots anymore. I've only worn them through this summer (sigh)
• The UK has this campaign called 'Books Are My Bag' where you buy this tote at your favorite bookstore and fill it with books (that you pay for as well). I think I'll have to do my own version over at Strand. 
• Fall temps are rolling in, and I'm just so excited~
• This chiropractor visit is long overdue
• I'm very confused about how tired I am
• Today is a perfect day to make a trip to Rose House

The Hugging Cure

Have you ever just felt like you need a hug? Not a quick, "Hi, Aunt Marge, how's the cat?" but a long "Please don't think this is weird, just stand here and let me hug you," kind of hug. Does that make sense?

I think hugs can cure any of the following, but probably more: frustration, exhaustion/tiredness, sadness, confusion, ...I can't think of anything else, I'm too tired. 

Anyway, it is a fact that architecture students probably suffer from a majority of the above, so if any of you are reading this, ask me for a hug when you see me next. It won't be weird, I promise. I could probably use a couple right now. And don't be weirded out if I ask for a hug. 

Hugs for everyone! Have a good weekend, guys :) 

Sidenote: hugging oneself avoids weirdness but is less effective