Typical

Today was very busy, but a slight panic of business is good for me once and a while. I like having things to do, so I shall bore you with the details.

I had my first critique in art class this morning, and it went better than I anticipated. My late hours in the studio paid off, I guess, because my professor seemed to like my work. Fifteen representations of a framing hammer in all sorts of medium. I have to say that on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, it was rather amusing to walk back from the studio at 12:30 a.m. with an unusually heavy hammer in my hand. I like to think that people saw me and ran away scared, thinking I was crazy, but there was no one around to notice and I only had to walk one block.

Lunch today was fantastic because it was Cuko's Famous Burritos Day, which is essentially the dining-hall equivalent of Holy Week, only compressed into one delicious and heavenly meal. Every Thursday. I'm there.

I skipped public policy today because a) all my professor does is draw pictures and talk really really really quietly, and b) I had a paper to write (out of my rear end) for art.

But I did go to my Econ homework session. I swear, people at this school think way too much, and then proceed to sidestep the entire purpose of the problem (of their existence, too, I bet). Everyone wants to change the answer to something ten times more complicated. Assuming the ticket prices are the same, is it economically more expensive to see a concert here on campus or downtown? Sure, maybe you can bum a free ride to the city, and maybe you can read your econ textbook in the car so as not to waste any time--but the problem doesn't freaking say that, so hush. Details can be important, but they can also be completely pointless and completely a waste of time. Mmk, end rant.

After econ, I went straight to Calvert House to make bagged meals, which we took downtown to pass out on Lower Wacker and Michigan Ave. We actually had a hard time finding people today--I wish that meant that there weren't any to be found, but even I am not that optimistic. I kind-of think it would be interesting to research where homeless people live--have a map of the city with popular places marked in red so that food runs can be more efficient. Also, Fr. Pat tells me there's an ASP-like trip over spring break, so if I can't go with Habitat, I might try to join them instead.

I got back around 7:45 and had to shower, bake cookies for Habitat's bake sale tomorrow, help decorate Katie's door (it was my idea to put Marx on a beach, but unfortunately all I had time to do was make the sun), and finish my bullmush art paper. I also ate Katie's brownie cake and jumped up and down on a sheet of bubble wrap from Katie's present. Good times :)

Even in the midst of friends and work and whatnot, there is a different kind of loneliness and a different kind of boredom, like standing still.