Fried

I just ate dinner. Being that I hadn't eaten anything significant since around 7 pm last night, the food was a tremendous relief. Last night I worked in studio, all night almost. I left at 4:30 am - the reason for leaving? It'd be so long since I had a chance to brush my teeth that I could feel the plaque on them. When I got back to the room, I decided I would sleep a couple hours and go back to work. I ended up waking up right on time for my first class of the day, leaving 3 hours to complete my project - which is why I didn't eat lunch. And then we had a large, long review session where I watched my professors bicker amongst one another and come to an agreement that we all did very poorly on our projects. Mine, apparently, was poorer than most. I got a C. I never was much for communication anyway, and that's what this project is about. Surprised? No. Saddened? Yes. I think I need to find some books about communicating through drawing. Maybe I should ask Rachel, she's a communication design major, I figure she'd have some insight.
Our next project has me quite excited. We are going to design small houses at a specific lot about a mile away from CMU campus for specific clients. Mine is a weatherman. At first I was pretty disappointed - my classmates got things like "the photographer" or "the artist" or "the fashion designer." But then I thought about what designs weather patterns could inspire, and from the brief description of my weatherman, I can already find some limits. For one, when he was small, he crawled out the window of his room and sat on the roof under an umbrella until lightning struck across the street. What I get from that is that while he loves the weather, he likes it from a safe distance. That I can understand, it's similar to me and bugs. I can work from that. I think I'd be happier with "the Sculptor" though. She likes to sit in a high place and sculpt, the shaping of a form makes her feel powerful and confident. It's the ivory tower imagery I get, with a feeling of total and absolute confidence, a feeling that I crave and would like to recreate somehow. I wonder if I can get the person with "the Sculptor" to trade with me. I think I'll be just as jolly with my weatherman however.