home again

it's very strange. leaving so soon, being gone such a short time. i got my ground plan done in class today. now i just need to finish my elevations of all the walls, a painter's elevation of one wall, and a white model. by next monday. yeah, right. my renderings are due next monday, too. and an outline and all my sources for the styles and crafts paper. and a final draft of the g paper. it needs some serious editing. i cut and pasted alot from old blog entries, ones that were too boring to post here. and one of the points of writing about her in the first place was showing my objectification of her- she's just this beautiful girl, and that's why i wanna know her. but that tone has now seeped into the paper, and so it too seems separate and calculating. i have lists of her likes, physical discription of her, and with her. but somehow, it's not intimate or revealing- no one can say what it's missing, just that it's missing something.
after school today, she came over. i'd had a critique with frances, but it went well, i'm learning to deal. g laughs when i say this, says, "it's not that you're learning to render, it's that your learning to deal with frances." and it came clear, i need to interupt, ask questions, not just let her list my problems, but make her give me solutions. but i forgot it all while making carrot cashew curry. it was good, though i sent most of it home with g. i'll have to make dinner again tomorrow. oh well. she asked about my trip= it's always so strange to tell her about such things, as it's like writing an email- she may interupt as we go on, but i'll just tell my monolouge. she had her college girl bottle of 151 in her freezer and i asked her to bring 1/8th of a cup, and we made real rum cakes. i like them much better with amaretto= there's more flavor. but perhaps if we used normal rum instead.
i need to go to bed. i was awoken at SIX A M this morning by the construction outside. GRRRRRRR! i was so, so angry. i called 311 on the bus on the way to work, and they said crews in chicago weren't supposed to work until 8.30 and i should call 911 at the time of the incident. wow. it doesn't seem like an emergency now. but, well, at the time it did! i'll probably call 311 again first, just to make sure, if it happents again tomorrow. it BETTER not, that's all i have to say. denise in the office says everyone on my side of the building is complaining, though, so that makes me feel a little better. not as good as another 2 hrs. of sleep would have. beep beep beep, clunk, grind grind.