December 14
No time for hiking when there's sample boards to be done. Worked on and finished my board that was due last week that i missed handing in cause i was sick, packaged up an Audrey Hepburn painting for a girl who had ordered it, wrapped Brandon's book, and had every intention of going to Hundreds to switch the shirt, the post office to ship the painting, AT&T to pay my phone bill AND go to the gym, but i managed to have time for neither. I went to Brandon's office to drop off his book, and to Taylors to give her my drafting copies and get samples from her. Went to drafting class, was told by my teacher to "go into architecture, you'll go far" and we got out of class 2 hours early which was soooo sweet, cause it gave me time to do all the things that i didnt have time for in the morning! Except the gym, no time for the gym. Went to hundreds, found out they didnt have the red plaid in L (of course), but lovely guy named mike said he'd try and order it for me by wednesday, went home and did homework until bad-influence-Dorian convinced me to go out for dinner with him. All i really wanted was grilled cheese from The Oaks, we went to Le Petit Four and split pizza and a salad. Went home, studied for my test the next day, realized i didnt know anything about chair styles, the boys all came over and tried to convince me to go to Birds with them, and I was fully down, until Leigh came home and talked some sense into me. But the boys had amazing drunken adventures and I was jealous that I wasn't able to go. I also was awakened at 4 am by Dorian yelling that he was unsuccessfully trying to spray the aerosol pancake batter can into his mouth. I got up and asked them to be quiet. They felt bad. I felt bad for making them feel bad. Colin was also wearing my ray bans and thought they were 3D glasses! (we have many pairs of 3D glasses lying around the house from A Christmas Carol).
December 15
6:30 wakeup. History of Architecture & Interior design final. Bombed it (68%). But everyone did. And I still managed to get a 94 in the course (we switched papers and marked each others... is this grade 6)? We then assumed class was over but our teacher tells us to take a break and come back for a christmas surprise... I assumed it would be treats (which i was annoyed about since i'm not eating sugar), but no, it was a slideshow of his LIFE STORY. I'm not even kidding. "This is my little brother and I when I was 4 years old" "this was my first girlfriend Linda Jane blahblahblah, but i really liked her best friend" "I hated my parents, my mom was schizophrenic and my dad was a terrible man" "This is my grandmother, she was my hero, when she died, a part of me died..." and on and on and on... Jen sent me a bbm saying that this man needs therapy, after which he proceeded to tell us details about his years of going to therapy. This slideshow lasted half an hour. We were all DYING cause we had so much to do! Went to training, my back was still KILLING me from drafting, so my trainer made me hang from a bar at the end to stretch it out. It hurt SOOOOOOO much that I started feeling nauseous and then faint and i had to lie down! It was intense. Went home, started on my sketching which i assumed would take me 2 hours, it took 4. Jordan and I had plans to go for dinner but I couldnt even go cause I had too much work. All the boys went to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles, I had freshology. I continued working on my floor plan, rendering and sample board for Lady Gaga's study and FINALLY finished it at 3:30 am. Oh - took a break to go to Home Depot with Dorian to get a glue gun and so he could fedex a package. So 3:30 am rolls around, shower time. After my shower I sat down to write my client profile for Gaga's room, finish it at 4:30. Had planned on packing but decided that i needed to get at least an hour and a half of sleep.
December 16/17
6am wakeup call. 1.5 hours of sleep and i felt great! Dave and Dorian were up because dave's car was broken down outside rogers and needed Dorian to drive him to class in Leigh's car, so the morning was fun. Went to class, realized i only shouldve worked a fraction as hard as i did on my project because mine was light years better than anyone elses ... literally some people didnt even use straight edges/right angles to cut their squares, didnt line up their samples, i dont get it. After class, Taylor, Deeann, Akela and I all went to Starbucks to jolt ourselves awake. I got a cinnamon something latte with a double shot of espresso and was WIRED! (and managed to spill it down the front of my shirt as a result of my fidm bag falling from my shoulder to my elbow and jostling the coffee, good thing I had an extra shirt in the car!) I went to Brandon's office and was soooo hyper. So i organized a bag of crumpled up receipts for him. We hung out for a bit, then went to lunch with his friend and his friends dad and business partner, they asked us why we weren't dating, they asked why i didnt have a rich LA boyfriend yet, they told me that Roger should've been paying me $20 an hour. It was a really fun lunch! Sketching class was only half an hour which was sweet, the final was the easiest thing ever (trace your homework but modify the furniture and add a light) and then it was time to RUN home to pack (with a pit stop at hundreds). Get to Hundreds, Mike's there and is like "the shirt is on its way right now!" and i said i'd come back on my way to the airport. Went home, packed like a madwoman (two huuuuuge suitcases, but only cause i wanted to bring them home, not cause i needed all the space), said a sad goodbye to Leigh, tidied my room and headed to Hundreds. The shirt had not yet arrived so I hung out with Mike and another guy who i forget his name until it arrived, and I then ewnt to meet Dave at Colins. Hung out there for a bit b/c i was way early for the airport, and then dave drove me to the airport. He was saying that my bags were gonna be overweight and i was like "no way! but if they are, one is wayyyy lighter than the other so i can switch stuff - it was Gerlinda's Neiman Marcus cakes that were like 50 pounds EACH)! So i go in, put them on the scale and both are exactly 51.5... it was bizarre. The scales totally must have been wrong. Ate a starbucks cookie -first sugar in almost a week, and it was good, but not as good as a cupcake would've been! Got on the plane and was complimented by the girl sitting beside me "oh good, you're skinny, i love sitting beside skinny people on planes!" Slept maybe 2 hours on the flight, waited foreverrrr for my bags in usual YYZ fashion, hopped in a limo and arrived at good old Melrose Ave. by 7am. Chatted with Mom & Dad & Berkley for a bit, woke Ry up to say hi, went to the bank to transfer cashmoney to Leigh, and then it was naptime. Home is wonderful for the following reasons: snow (although i'm sooooo over the cold already, it's -11 and bitter), chocolate milk in bags, Gryfe's bagels, my fuschia room, the smell of cinnamon, tea parties with mom. Berkley is being a jackass however. He wouldn't have a nap with me today, and every time my mom talks to me he gets jealous and starts whining at her to pay attention to him. Apparently he did the same thing to Ry when he got home from Aus. Oh and his fur is a smidge too long. I'm considering giving him a mohawk. Next up: going out for dinner with the fam and watching Christmas Vacation.
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