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human love has so many facets.
We love different people in different ways, at different times, for different reasons. It seems a shame to allot our higher feelings to a single member of the (typically) opposite sex and sort all the others out with the scrap paper.
Set a new record…… stayed in the studio until 6am. Feel wide awake. Had peaks of drunken delirium and lows of “I can’t be arsed anymore”, but yay I’ve finished my work 6 hours before the deadline!
I’ve spent the whole weekend so far working on a submission for one module next week - it’s been going very, very slowly and is generally just a lot more taxing on the mind than design. Send help and a bottle of wine.
Back in Oxford now, feeling slightly depressed at the lack of cats, family, warm house, etc… having coming out of the other end of my field trip now, all I have to look forward to is the final slaying of my dissertation and the eventual finishing of my degree. In the meantime, trying to make myself actually go outside and buy some food is surprisingly difficult.
So I came back yesterday from a great little trip to Gibraltar with my unit. Some of the highlights had to be my tutors joining in - encouraging, even - a drinking game (and doing very well at it), having a meal all together every night - when there’s 20 of you, it’s no easy feat - and seeing the awe-worthy, ever-present rock of Gibraltar every morning and evening from your hotel balcony. This is not to mention the complete uniqueness of Gib that makes it a rich place infused with different cultures, where you hear English and Spanish in the same sentence; see churches which were once mosques, and find many layers of historic fortifications, from which the city has grown out in a confusing mixture of styles. The perfect place for an architecture student, really.
Sent off a full draft of my dissertation to my supervisor today. Time to try not to worry about the feedback of that, and time to think about my unit’s trip to Gibraltar on the 8th! Sadly I still have work to do in preparation for that.
I have so much work that I should be doing, but I’m just about keeping on top of my dissertation and ignoring the rest. Give me all the films, books, and sleep.
I’m going home tomorrow and couldn’t be happier at the idea. Most of my housemates have already gone, and there are no more tutorials, so it’s a bit lonely here. I’m having idyllic visions of being back in the countryside for Christmas with my family and cats and snow and far too much good food.
Please write yourself.
It’s nearly 5am. I can’t believe my exhaustion as I nestle into bed after a night out with my dear friends; a night spent dancing drunkenly in my friend’s house - a late birthday celebration - followed by waiting for shooting stars to pass us by as we lay tangled on the lawn (is there a shower tonight or something?). The evening ended with a long, open discussion about the complexities of romantic love. We’re glad we’re single, we decide. But we’ve learned something new about each other. We dread how we might feel after a few hours of sleep, but somehow it doesn’t matter.
Had my final crit today, and you know what? It went really well. The main criticism was actually regarding my crap presentation skills (which I have been aware of all my life). As for my actual work, they seemed to love it. I’m really quite proud of myself this year; my design work has improved quite dramatically, and I’ve got some drawings I’m very happy with. Time to think of Christmas now… and dissertation, aha. I hope you’re all able to enjoy some time off soon, too.
In recent history I’ve learned that you can put yourself through a surprising quantity of working hours without suffering a mental breakdown.
Three days and still I’m torn between missing him and feeling hurt about some things he said. Ugh, feelings.
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