Hockey, Cider and Whales...

It bewilders me how some people can be obsessive over stupid things like sports statistics. LOTS of sports statistics and useless information like when athletes' children are born. If sports enthusiasts were to take all the energy they direct towards these things and turn it towards something useful - say, physics, we'd already have cold fusion and hydrogen powered hover crafts.
But I digress. Life seems pretty easy now that we're back from New York. In less than a week, I will be home in good old CT, and visiting my teachers of yore, and giving Marlen her birthday present. The professor seems to think we're going to be insanely busy in the coming weeks to work towards the final project, but I feel oddly very relaxed. I got my requirements done today and Professor was most pleased with my section, so much that he clapped his hands thus alerting the entire studio as to my previous inadequacy.
Inadequacy which is still running amok in regards to my drawings in, well, Drawing class. I can't draw my damn annex. Can't. Just won't work. I went over everything over and over in my sketchbook, I actually have only 10-15 pages blank left in there, isn't that amazing? Still, I compared to everyone else's and mine was severely disappointing and lacking. I discussed it with the teacher later and he was relieved to hear that it was only disappointing because of my extreme frustration at not being able to construct an accurate representation. Dumb annex...
O and I noticed that lately, I've been feeling very jittery. I'd be sitting in class and be overcome with very strong emotions of hysteria. I've mentioned it before, but it's been pretty consistent now. In drawing class today, I had a strong urge to tear off my pants (probably because they were constricting my legs and making me uncomfortable) and scream and kick things. I kept visualizing myself doing a 180 degree fan kick like Kayan does on Battle Arena Toshinden and breaking the uncomfortable looking oak chair sitting empty next to me because Max, lucky guy, snuck out of class.
O and I've been making myself hot apple cider - most delicious, I'm offically addicted.
And I found my favorite scarf and gloves, well now those gloves are only second favorite - I really like the new suede and wool ones I bought it NY.
O and I registered for classes today - hopefully I can get into that dance class I wanted, the teacher apparently only allows certain people in, and I had to send him a list of my dance experience (twice - obviously he wasn't paying attention) and I have to check out his class on Monday. Keeping my fingers crossed - don't feel like turning into a whale...