study habits of a minneapolis bound orlandian (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} neo_sairys) wrote,@ 2008-04-24 00:20:00 |
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This day just can't get any shittier...
This is the 2nd day that I'm eating dinner by myself. It sucks. I want to call and see if Dee Jay wants any food but when he's been avoiding me like the plague and I don't feel like hearing the word "no" for the zillienth time today. But seriously, this day's been complete crap.
It started tuesday. Dee Jay I guess got up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. (I say got up because he was already up and talking with me in my room before I got up to get ready for class) He didn't say much that morning to me. We went to drawing class after 1 and that I'll give him every reason to be upset about, because I really don't like that class either. I feel like she picks on us and apparently we've been told that she has a personal vendetta against animators and comic artists. After that we went on this goose chase for regular stick matches (apparently no one wants to use them anymore) for my final 3d project due wednesday. By the grace of God, we find some and hi tail it back home so I can start on HW and he can go to work. I feel bad because he keeps telling me he's ok or that he's just got alot on his mind, but he looks like he's going to go postal at any moment. He leaves and I go home and wind down a bit before starting my HW.
Amber stops by later that evening because she's in my 3d class too and it sounded like a cool idea to cram session with company. I had a really nice time just BSing and getting stuff done. The project took a little more time than I thought it would...I cut over 200 match heads off for this thing. All of the matches were warped or splintered in some way shape or form (not that the manufacterers were thinking that people were going to use them for any other reason other than to burn them) so I had to arrange them in such a way that when stacked up they'd fit somewhat ok. Then I had to glue them. But Elmers glue doesn't like matches and wood glue was TOO messy. So I had to wait a long while for the glue to dry alot of the time.
After 5am I was just too tired to do anything else, so Amber left and I went to sleep. I woke up at 10am and went back to it. The chair was nearly finished, and then it was a matter of making something kite like (Oops, I forgot to mention that the project was to make a kite viewing chair in a small scale out of matches) to prop the little chair on. Amber came by again to do some finishing touches on her chair when my roomate came out. It started out normal enough... she went to the kitchen to make some breakfast for her and went back into her room. She came out again, got her food and went into her room. But she grabbed the door and threw it open and slammed it shut. Then I heard stuff being dropped and tossed in her room. I knocked on her door to see if she was ok but all she told me was that she was fine. Now it shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did, but in all honesty, seeing that sort of reaction really hurt me. I felt hurt because I knew that she was mad at something, but she didn't want to tell me what. And I know she was mad, because in the entire year I've lived with her I've NEVER seen her react the way she has to anything. I also felt embarrassed because it happened right in front of Amber and she felt like it was her fault. On the way to class I actually started crying. Add that along with my project breaking into 3 pieces because the glue still didn't set even after being left alone to dry most of the night and it was a very crappy start of my day.
The final critique went well enough. We got out of class early and I got to chill with Amber some more. I decided since I haven't seen Dee Jay all day I wanted to spend some time with him but when i got home he had left. Understandable, it is his day off after all. But when he came back, there was no real reaction from him to see me. I had messaged him about my day being bad so he had asked me. He didn't seem all that interested in it...I wonder why I even bother continuing to talk when he's like that sometimes. He went back downstairs to do some homework and I went back upstairs to my place. I felt like such an idiot. I felt afraid to go into my own house. I was hoping Dee Jay was feeling a little better because I wanted to spend some time with him to give my roomate some more time to herself if she was there. But considering th day I've had I just wanted some cuddle time. That didn't happen.
I had a nice break talking with Meredith. I miss bothering her, lol! Dee Jay came up to ask a question but saw I was on the phone and went back downstairs. I think he came back up for something else I can't remember and I had asked what was on his mind. That whole "there's a time and a place for everything" statement? I should follow that rule sometimes because I should've have asked. The first and I think only thing he tells me about is that he doesn't understand how I could've spent 12 hours on such a small scale project and that he thinks that I took too long because I had company. He told me that it makes him sound like a bad guy because it sounds like he doesn't want me to have people around, but it really does make it sound like if it's not him in the room doing homework with me, I can't seem to multitask and do homework and talk at the same time. I mean yeah, maybe it didn't have to take as long as it did. But when you factor in all the cutting, piecing together, glueing, setting time, and then the final things that I was doing in the morning, yeah, it did need to take me that long. In fact, it should've taken me longer because it broke anyway because the glue wasn't setting since last night and i wanted to bring it in on time.
After hearing that I just didn't know what else to say. I didn't want to ask any more questions, I didn't want to talk anymore to him. I just kept my head down and let him tell me that I can't do 2 things at once (of course he didn't say that, but I am upset.) until he left. I tried one last time to see if he wanted anything to eat (that seems to be my way of trying to smooth things over I think, LOL) and he said no and walked out. I went to the fridge, cut myself a slice of apple pie that I had made some days ago, and went into my room and cried. It's like, I've had such a shitty day...and you're going to make it worse by telling me this? I mean I told you that my roomate was super pissed at me and that I was taking hard and you're going to give me a lecture? Yeah maybe this thing wouldn't have needed to be as long a project as I made it. But forgive me for wanting it to look nice. My goodness, how horrible is that???
I should be doing flash homework. But I think I'm just going to go back to sleep. I just don't care anymore.
It started tuesday. Dee Jay I guess got up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. (I say got up because he was already up and talking with me in my room before I got up to get ready for class) He didn't say much that morning to me. We went to drawing class after 1 and that I'll give him every reason to be upset about, because I really don't like that class either. I feel like she picks on us and apparently we've been told that she has a personal vendetta against animators and comic artists. After that we went on this goose chase for regular stick matches (apparently no one wants to use them anymore) for my final 3d project due wednesday. By the grace of God, we find some and hi tail it back home so I can start on HW and he can go to work. I feel bad because he keeps telling me he's ok or that he's just got alot on his mind, but he looks like he's going to go postal at any moment. He leaves and I go home and wind down a bit before starting my HW.
Amber stops by later that evening because she's in my 3d class too and it sounded like a cool idea to cram session with company. I had a really nice time just BSing and getting stuff done. The project took a little more time than I thought it would...I cut over 200 match heads off for this thing. All of the matches were warped or splintered in some way shape or form (not that the manufacterers were thinking that people were going to use them for any other reason other than to burn them) so I had to arrange them in such a way that when stacked up they'd fit somewhat ok. Then I had to glue them. But Elmers glue doesn't like matches and wood glue was TOO messy. So I had to wait a long while for the glue to dry alot of the time.
After 5am I was just too tired to do anything else, so Amber left and I went to sleep. I woke up at 10am and went back to it. The chair was nearly finished, and then it was a matter of making something kite like (Oops, I forgot to mention that the project was to make a kite viewing chair in a small scale out of matches) to prop the little chair on. Amber came by again to do some finishing touches on her chair when my roomate came out. It started out normal enough... she went to the kitchen to make some breakfast for her and went back into her room. She came out again, got her food and went into her room. But she grabbed the door and threw it open and slammed it shut. Then I heard stuff being dropped and tossed in her room. I knocked on her door to see if she was ok but all she told me was that she was fine. Now it shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did, but in all honesty, seeing that sort of reaction really hurt me. I felt hurt because I knew that she was mad at something, but she didn't want to tell me what. And I know she was mad, because in the entire year I've lived with her I've NEVER seen her react the way she has to anything. I also felt embarrassed because it happened right in front of Amber and she felt like it was her fault. On the way to class I actually started crying. Add that along with my project breaking into 3 pieces because the glue still didn't set even after being left alone to dry most of the night and it was a very crappy start of my day.
The final critique went well enough. We got out of class early and I got to chill with Amber some more. I decided since I haven't seen Dee Jay all day I wanted to spend some time with him but when i got home he had left. Understandable, it is his day off after all. But when he came back, there was no real reaction from him to see me. I had messaged him about my day being bad so he had asked me. He didn't seem all that interested in it...I wonder why I even bother continuing to talk when he's like that sometimes. He went back downstairs to do some homework and I went back upstairs to my place. I felt like such an idiot. I felt afraid to go into my own house. I was hoping Dee Jay was feeling a little better because I wanted to spend some time with him to give my roomate some more time to herself if she was there. But considering th day I've had I just wanted some cuddle time. That didn't happen.
I had a nice break talking with Meredith. I miss bothering her, lol! Dee Jay came up to ask a question but saw I was on the phone and went back downstairs. I think he came back up for something else I can't remember and I had asked what was on his mind. That whole "there's a time and a place for everything" statement? I should follow that rule sometimes because I should've have asked. The first and I think only thing he tells me about is that he doesn't understand how I could've spent 12 hours on such a small scale project and that he thinks that I took too long because I had company. He told me that it makes him sound like a bad guy because it sounds like he doesn't want me to have people around, but it really does make it sound like if it's not him in the room doing homework with me, I can't seem to multitask and do homework and talk at the same time. I mean yeah, maybe it didn't have to take as long as it did. But when you factor in all the cutting, piecing together, glueing, setting time, and then the final things that I was doing in the morning, yeah, it did need to take me that long. In fact, it should've taken me longer because it broke anyway because the glue wasn't setting since last night and i wanted to bring it in on time.
After hearing that I just didn't know what else to say. I didn't want to ask any more questions, I didn't want to talk anymore to him. I just kept my head down and let him tell me that I can't do 2 things at once (of course he didn't say that, but I am upset.) until he left. I tried one last time to see if he wanted anything to eat (that seems to be my way of trying to smooth things over I think, LOL) and he said no and walked out. I went to the fridge, cut myself a slice of apple pie that I had made some days ago, and went into my room and cried. It's like, I've had such a shitty day...and you're going to make it worse by telling me this? I mean I told you that my roomate was super pissed at me and that I was taking hard and you're going to give me a lecture? Yeah maybe this thing wouldn't have needed to be as long a project as I made it. But forgive me for wanting it to look nice. My goodness, how horrible is that???
I should be doing flash homework. But I think I'm just going to go back to sleep. I just don't care anymore.
