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Oct. 3rd, 2006 09:38 pmI got my tickets for the bus and will be in Philadlephia around 5 PM on Friday (if the bus is on time, of course). Mum will be in TO so she says that she doesn't feel as bad about leaving Daddy behind since I'll be there for part of the time. We're gonna have a father-daughter dinner. I want Wawa but I think we'll probably end up actually going out for something a little fancier than those kickass hoagies. Did I mention that the last time I was at Penn Station I asked for a hoagie and the woman had NO clue what it was? Weird.
Anyway, I'm now relaxing after taking way too long on my homework for drawing. I did maybe four before I actually finished one. I think it turned out nicely but come tomorrow I'll hate it. That's just how it works. Hopefully she approves. And doesn't freak out at us this week like she did last week. That was scary. She actually said, "Does anyone have a gun, because I think I want to shoot myself." Yeah, it was dramatic.
I have a correction to make about a past post. I didn't meet Richard Gladstein's wife. I met his mother. Which makes more sense because after looking him up again on imdb he looked too young to be married to her. But who am I to judge someone if they like older ladies? Still...his mother, not his wife. Either way, pretty cool.
Last night/ this morning, my roommate came in at 3 AM. She said she was going to be late, I thought that meant 1 AM. She also said she had something to type up. I put on my headphones so I could fall back asleep. Except she didn't stick around so, in my half asleep delirium, I wondered if it had even happened. But it had. And I didn't get back to sleep until maybe two hours later (not her fault, obviously, I just suck at getting back to sleep).
I just cleaned my floors and the bathroom with my suitemate. The window is open to clear the fumes that are now making me feel a tad lightheaded. But at least the floors are clean. w00t.
Anyway, I'm now relaxing after taking way too long on my homework for drawing. I did maybe four before I actually finished one. I think it turned out nicely but come tomorrow I'll hate it. That's just how it works. Hopefully she approves. And doesn't freak out at us this week like she did last week. That was scary. She actually said, "Does anyone have a gun, because I think I want to shoot myself." Yeah, it was dramatic.
I have a correction to make about a past post. I didn't meet Richard Gladstein's wife. I met his mother. Which makes more sense because after looking him up again on imdb he looked too young to be married to her. But who am I to judge someone if they like older ladies? Still...his mother, not his wife. Either way, pretty cool.
Last night/ this morning, my roommate came in at 3 AM. She said she was going to be late, I thought that meant 1 AM. She also said she had something to type up. I put on my headphones so I could fall back asleep. Except she didn't stick around so, in my half asleep delirium, I wondered if it had even happened. But it had. And I didn't get back to sleep until maybe two hours later (not her fault, obviously, I just suck at getting back to sleep).
I just cleaned my floors and the bathroom with my suitemate. The window is open to clear the fumes that are now making me feel a tad lightheaded. But at least the floors are clean. w00t.
