Well, I thought I was busy before, things are getting even busier. My roomie commented that on Friday the ony two times she saw me was in the morning when she left for class and in the night, when she went to bed. The reason? I've been stuck in the studio, and if not the studio, I've been stuck in the woodshop. And the only time I was out doing something "fun" was when I went sparring. Except it wasn't too fun. I have quite a few bruises. I noticed I've been in a bad mood lately. O well.

Hullo again, world. I actually broke my "eat healthy" plan that I unknowingly set up for myself today. Gone are the salads and pasta and healthy things where I rarely ate any meat. I splurged so much today, I think because I'm feeling so much stress, between violin, history, studio and dance.
I found out today that I'm in the pity group - the girls that didn't make it into any of the dance groups. It doesn't matter, apparently, that I can do a really good leap, or double pirouettes and can twist myself in ways that would kill other people. Yes, I know, I sound extremely bitter. I just don't get it. I figure I didn't have enough energy while I was dancing...I still don't quite get how to get more "energy," so if anyone knows, please tell me. Well, anyway, bitter Angela will now attempt to put her frustrated energies towards something more productive, such as writing the history paper...

This was probably the busiest weekend I ever had. I really hope that not all of them will be like this.
First we have this huge project which comes in several parts. I was in the studio until 3 am working on just two, note the small number, two of my panels. I finished the third one in bits and pieces while I was waiting for the damn computer to do its job. Which it wouldn't do, at least six times for me today. Oh yes, I did get to go to the Shaolin Boxing thing, and I quite enjoyed it, so I'll keep going. Hopefully, I won't be banging my wrist into bedposts by accident anymore.
Have you ever tried dancing in front of people? I always thought it'd be easy, just like on the football field. But when you're in a room and there's three people staring at you and only you, and you can see them quite clearly, it's very nerve wracking. I had dance auditions today and learned three eights of a very cool dance. If only the choreographers' work was more like it. Only a few of them were actually any good, and the one I really really want to be in...well, lets just say that the guy choreographing really had his pick. I wonder if I should choreograph something just as complicated for next season...that would be most fun.

Argh! Have you ever had writers block? Well, I have a drawer's block, and I tell you, it's not fun. I just don't understand how they do it....
I can't believe it's already the middle of the third week. My, but time does fly fast here. I hope the speed picks up so I can go home for Thanksgiving sooner.
I realized as I was getting ready for class this morning that I seem to have lost some weight. Now I wonder if its because the food here is [gasp, horror] healthier than mom's good cooking, or if its because my tummy's been in such horrible shape that it didn't process the nutrients and I'm starving to death without even knowing it. I hope for the former reason. Then I can look forward to mommy's unhealthy chinese gourmet cuisine. Yummmmm...

Wow, this week really just flew by, just like the money magically flying out of my wallet. I basically spent most of this week working, though my late nights were only till 10:30, not like some other archis who worked till 5:30 AM! Absolutely amazing that they can drag themselves home, though I heard someone actually slept under their desk...
We had desk crits today, and they went well, I think. I have to spend MORE money on expensive paper for my grand presentation on Monday. It's funny how the teachers kept reminding us to dress like we were Muslim women. I guess they had problems with Christina Aguilera look-alikes in the past.
I decided to go goth on Thursday. It was quite nice, actually. Not too many people were freaked out. Ah, the enlightened civilization that is CMU. I did sorta startle this really nice librarian that I met last week though, and I feel a little bad about that.

Well, you would not believe what happened to me on Sunday night, you whom I haven't told, that is. Yes, I got asked out. That's the good news. Bad news is that the guy who did the asking wasn't the nicest...
Here's the story, pasted on from a transcript of a chat with my best buddy:
Beware - teen dialect!
you would not believe what just happened. this little asian guy, I'm not sure if he's chinese or not he was wandering down our hallway for no apparent reason even tho he doesn't live in teh dorm so he wanders over just walks right in to our room doesn't even acknowledge my roomie and just waltzes over and goes "hey, I know you" "where do I know you from?" so I was like "hey, yah. architecture comp class" and he was like "o yah!" and then he was like, "o hey, you're playing agame?" "girls play games"... "is that deus ex?" "wow, you like myst too!" "can I borrow myst?" so he borrows myst that's while I stll thought he was a nice boy like my friend Andrew and then he was like "Angela Chi" Chi? which chi? so I'm like, sure you might be chinese, I'll write it out so I grab my assignment book which has my email list and stuff on it and I write my Chi thingy and he grabs the book and is like "hmm, your phone book eh?" "Matt Chapman...who's matt?" so then I started suspect this strange beaver looking chinese boy was onto something more unfortunately before that thougth completely processed I said, "o, he's just a friend of mine" so then we talk about stuff and somehow this kid says "Hey, I'll bet I'm smarter than you" yah, seriously adn I was like "o? and what is your IQ?" so he goes, "yah, 130. beat that" and I was like "hey, 136 beat that!" so that phased him a little, but not for long and then he said "hey, cool panda!" and then he started molesting my panda, the one I brought from home and moved on to molesting my roomies dragons and started talking about some others girls turtles and then, he asks "So what month were you born? what day, hour?" and I was like" uhhhh March?" and he kinda droops and goes "o, I'm in september" and I was like "thank god, I
have an excuse" so he was like "but, hey, I don't mind older women. WAnna go out?" and I was like "wait, you just insulted my roomie, my brains, my panda and my room" in my mind tho - darn my courage, the lack thereof,
rather so I was like "um, well, I'm sorry but I like older guys" and he was like "Naw, you'll like me better. I'm way more mature than most guys" yah seriously and then I was like "well, sorry, I like taller guys" he was only 5'5" btw and he was like "aw, that doesn't matter" and then I had to pull in the "I like white guys" and he was like "o why?" and then he was
like "details" "what do you mean by older white guys?" and I didn't have anythign to go on and really, I was never in this situation before so I panickeda nd was like "Well, my ex-bf, James, is a white guy, and he's 23 I know, I knwo don't kill me too badly so then he was like "aww, can I at least get a hug?" and I look at him and am like "what?" I suspect he
would've groped me sooo so then I go, "umm, sorry, but you can hug my panda..." so he hugs the panda and then I get rid of him, but not before he borrowed the myst game darn him so that means I'll ahve to talk to him again cuz he wrote his email and phone number in my book but then, he leaves but he comes back knocks and the door and is like "are you sure?" and I was like "umm, yah, sorry" and he was like "well, think about it, really"
Horrible! And he has a hostage! Why oh why! Why Myst!! Noooooo!