Midnight.

The floor near the entrance to my door is lightly coated with spray glue, which really equals just dirty-floor-feeling. It keeps sticking to my socks, so hopefully it will wear off? I've given up on my rug, it's totally shot to hell with spray glue, paint, tea, and fuzz.

Ro and I went to Johnny's for dinner, and had amazing omelette's.

What's that one second of the day where the clock reads 12:00:00 where it's neither am nor pm, and just 00? It's a weird concept, if you think about it for a second...

School today was weird (how middle-school does that sound?) in the way that everyone thinks I'm some sort of over-achiever for mounting all my projects for our final crit. It's such an odd dynamic because I feel like no one is in the "I didn't go to art school for college so now I'm in art grad school and am ready to work my ass off" boat (please insert hyphens between all words in quotes...I'm lazy). They're there because they like it, and because they took a class or two in college in graphic design and that interested them. I'm totally not saying that I'm better than them or anything of the sort, I just find it odd that you *wouldn't* put your all into your final crit presentation and mount everything; after working for a semester on a handful of projects, why wouldn't you be proud of them and want to display them professionally? Even if it's only a 10 minute crit. Even if they tell you it's not a big deal. I feel like one of our professors has said that because they want to see what we do - where we take it, and how far we take it.

I put my "Graphic Communication" letter spacing things into a book. And I'm really excited, because I think it turned out really well. I just need to find a transparency, so I can make a front and back cover, but am trying to avoid buying a whole pack (have I mentioned that? Staples doesn't sell transparencies apparently, and the only other place I can think of that would have them would be Office Max? And that would suck - because there's none of those around here? And not vellum. Not acetate. Transparency. Ugh. ) and spending 30$. Because that's extensive.

This has developed into a rant about seemingly nothing...I had 4 cups of coffee at dinner and for once, it didn't make me tired. We just kept sitting, and drinking coffee, and sitting, and drinking coffee, and all of a sudden, it was 2 hours and 4 cups of coffee later. I'm not jittery, just not tired.

I want to eat the strawberry rhubarb pie that's been in my fridge from Amy, but it's 12:17 at night and that's gross. Maybe I'll have it for breakfast? That might be gross-er.

I want someone to be awake with. And to waste time with at 12:18 am on a Wednesday night (Thursday morning?).

...this is when things start to suck. And if I keep writing, I'll start writing about Ty. And I don't want to do that, because I've been eating. And not crying. And sleeping. And those are all good things. : )