I confess that gossip brought me here.
I confess sometimes I realize how much I love architecture and my mind starts to wander arround and my heart starts to beat faster and my dreams go wild and the future seems so bright and I feel like I can't be any more sure about what I want to do.
I want to be one of the best architects in the world one day~
I confess that Friday nights hanging out with friends is the stupidest thing I have done so far and I don't want to do it ever again, since it just leaves me pissy, cold and on the floor for hours.
It probably didn't help that I just lost a day's worth of data for the conference next month.
Just... fuck it all.
Do regale us the story of the events of Friday night. And no, not being sarcastic.
It just comes down to that sleep-deprivation and being kicked off the bed make me get really really awful.
Very positive night actually. Turned in physics homework roughly complete, positive. Boss wants to meet on the weekend that I am booked on, negative. As I was hanging out with a couple of friends from physics, we ended up drawing horses, singing and I got to act for the first time in years. We missed the showing of Skyfall because my friend couldn't focus and finish her physics homework. So we went over to her place to watch a movie. I opened my laptop and realized I couldn't connect to the code license server. I tried using her wireless password, but this piece of crap machine wouldn't connect (because the wifi software is fubar). So I watched as it created a fatal error in my code and I lost all my data.
Already in a bad mood, I tried to table that and enjoy the movie. I ended up getting pushed to the edge of the bed we spread out on. I now know how it feels like to be abnormally tall on a normal couch, because I kept sliding off. The movie was enjoyable, but my colleagues were fast asleep by the end of it. I tried dozing off but it was impossible - I was freezing and had no space whatsoever. But I didn't want to leave until the party stragglers in the neighborhood left. Suffering internet withdrawal, I ended up doing some of storyboarding. Around 3-ish the sounds died down. I asked my friend to walk me to the door (I would've left on my own, but I didn't want to leave the security latch open so anyone would get blamed)
Overall, I just get downright undealable if I am cold, tired, and feel a little abandoned at 3am in the morning. It's not as if this will be a recurring problem; I go home every weekend. I've experienced it once and not interested in doing it again.
I confess that I'm tired of being here.
im fucked up right now
This is the thread in which everybody makes questions and no one gets answers~