02.01.10 (Monday's VERY late post)
Oops, didn't post for yesterday (Sunday)...oh well.
Around 11:30 am today, I walked into Powell and sat down with my Freshman friend. I hosted him last spring and he is currently in Foundation. He dislikes Michelle's laugh...UGHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! He likes to illustrate fictional worlds and characters. His name is Maurice. Maurice makes me laugh. He also makes others laugh, but lends down-to-earth heartfelt advice when others need it. Today, he counseled a depressed, heartsick girl. Hopefully she'll listen...he gave her good advice, amidst some jokes of course.
While that was going on...I went through two plates of food. The first consisted of boiled-looking chicken with sweet beans and asparagus. I ate the asparagus and threw the rest out. The chicken was gross, upon opening it...and I lost my apetite momentarily.
After that, I had a sandwhich with pepperoni, pesto, turkey, and italian dressing. I didn't finish that either.
Maybe I shouldn't have eaten breakfast about an hour before.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Figure Drawing: Elliott
Rushing through dinner I was only thinking about making it to class on time. I entered the classroom, saw the horses all in a circle and decided to sit in my regular seat. Pulling out my newsprint pad from the flat file I was dreading the 30 second poses that were bound to be my fate. Charcoal in hand, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch. . . never ending poses all morphing into one movement in my mind. Finally a break and on to longer poses after, the model gets in her pose and the class begins to draw. The model seemed to have been falling asleep her pose shifts as her head leans ever forward forcing me to adjust my drawing. The class ends and the model seems happy to be free of her job as a living statue.
Adam Biggar today's menu
Today Powell dinning hall, busy as it ever will be was mixed with the horrific of the most unimaginable noises. The lines were long like they always are. the food looked it had been marinating in butter for the last decade. While debating what I wanted to eat. I spotted the Pizza over in the corner. they had Hawaiian pizza, or imitation Hawaiian pizza. The chocolate milk while always good seemed a little grey, maybe it was my attitude towards life today. being a little stressed lately. the noise of the cafeteria became a low buzz as i felt like i was drifting in and out of chnscienceness. i was in a fuzz i didn't even realize i had eaten my food except for the the pineapple after taste in my mouth.
Jenna Bloodough
Powell is always packed on mondays around noon, the line was out the door all the way to the knight club so with that observation Im not sure why I thought it was going to be a decent lunch. Oh well. While in line I actually looked up for once..apparently Powell has plants on the beams just below the skylight windows? what? I asked my roommate if they were always there, her and two other people in line answered yes. Nice touch Powell, nice touch. The plants weren't saving lunch now, I had briefly been sidetracked, Powell was so busy obviously. I hate walking around searching for a table its a lot of pressure, you have to be stealth but over all its really awkward. when we managed to find a table it was loud, the boy at the table next to us had a voice that did not match his body. He was tall, slender, and trendy while it voice was deep and stoic. Interesting. The company I had to eat my lunch with I may need to reconsider. Its instant complaining...at least get a beverage first.
Arianna
Noticed at 5:05 pm.
Trying for a nap. I lay my head down on my pillow, pull the covers up to my chin and stare at the wall. My shadow is distorted from the light source - my roommate's light is pointed down at her book and offers a soft yellow glow onto my wall. I close my eyes, at first seeing nothing, then watching dim colored shapes pass in front of my eyes. They move too quickly to look at them, but just when I notice them, I watch them disappear.
Smelling my pillow, which still smells mildly of home. Smelling... sickness.
Tasting the remnants of tea and a sugar cookie that I had before my attempted nap. Sugar, butter and honey had melted together in my mouth so nice, and while it's not unpleasant now, but I'd rather have a blank palette for a nap.
Hearing my computer whirring, my breathing, and then sliding tires on the steep hill outside. A driver is quickly learning that he or she should not have stopped on the snowy hill. The tires whir, then stop. Then whir, then stop. The sounds stop and my attention is focused elsewhere.
Feeling, my side pushing into the mattress pad, my head's weight pushing on the pillow. After a minute or two, I realize I can't feel my hands, feet. The eraser of concentration has gotten rid of them, and now it's slowly moving up my legs and arms, avoiding the places that have pressure on them.
I wait for 20 minutes for sleep to take me, but I guess not today.
Trying for a nap. I lay my head down on my pillow, pull the covers up to my chin and stare at the wall. My shadow is distorted from the light source - my roommate's light is pointed down at her book and offers a soft yellow glow onto my wall. I close my eyes, at first seeing nothing, then watching dim colored shapes pass in front of my eyes. They move too quickly to look at them, but just when I notice them, I watch them disappear.
Smelling my pillow, which still smells mildly of home. Smelling... sickness.
Tasting the remnants of tea and a sugar cookie that I had before my attempted nap. Sugar, butter and honey had melted together in my mouth so nice, and while it's not unpleasant now, but I'd rather have a blank palette for a nap.
Hearing my computer whirring, my breathing, and then sliding tires on the steep hill outside. A driver is quickly learning that he or she should not have stopped on the snowy hill. The tires whir, then stop. Then whir, then stop. The sounds stop and my attention is focused elsewhere.
Feeling, my side pushing into the mattress pad, my head's weight pushing on the pillow. After a minute or two, I realize I can't feel my hands, feet. The eraser of concentration has gotten rid of them, and now it's slowly moving up my legs and arms, avoiding the places that have pressure on them.
I wait for 20 minutes for sleep to take me, but I guess not today.
Becca Polinski
February 1, 11:03 am
A beautiful morning
To follow a beautiful weekend
Begining early
But just rightly so
The taste of memories
The taste of mornings
Smells of people
Bustling about
Sounds that match my own
Vissions that do not follow
With the bustle of the hustle
Does anybody ever stop moving?
A beautiful morning
To follow a beautiful weekend
Begining early
But just rightly so
The taste of memories
The taste of mornings
Smells of people
Bustling about
Sounds that match my own
Vissions that do not follow
With the bustle of the hustle
Does anybody ever stop moving?
Dave Mykins
Wednesday, January 27th
I missed lunch today because wednesday is my day off so I slept in. I woke up around 12:30, still groggy even though I had a large amount of sleep last night. My vision was blurry as it usually is until I'm fully awake. It was bright in the room because my roommate had left the blinds open, along with the window. this made it really cold in the room, which i don't really mind because i can't sleep without a heavy comforter, and i can't sleep comfortably with a heavy comforter unless it's cold in the room. I decided to brush my teeth because i had some really awful morning breath. the room was pretty silent, since it seemed like I was the only person in the suite. all i could really hear was the um of my fan and various noises coming from outside.
Thursday, January 28th
At lunch today, nothing really looked good so I settled on pizza like I normally do in situations like this. the pizza was pretty decent today. there wasn't too much sauce, and it was spread evenly. I later made myself a really plain salad (since I generally don't like dressings or any other sauce-like substances... with a few exceptions). Looking around me, I noticed that some of the tables were in slightly different places than they were last time i was there. It seems like they move them around from day to day, which makes me wonder what they do up there after closing time. the dining hall smells the way it usually does, just like various foods depending on which station you're nearest to. at one point one of my friends was eating this really gross smelling soup. It's always to warm at ade, and for some reason I always feel like I can't breath as well while I'm there.
Friday, January 29th
I was sitting in the living room of my suite, waiting to go to class today when i noticed an area of a painting I did last semester, that i never noticed before. I started to think about how weird it was that I could miss something in something that was created by me. especially something that I spent so much time on. since it's nearly class-time, I can hear the neighbors' doors opening and closing, and people walking up and down the stairs. the room smells kind of like orange peels mixed with a vanilla-like air freshener. it's kind of a gross combination. well, not really gross but unpleasant at least. there's no real taste in my mouth, just a hint of the orange i ate a few minutes ago.
Saturday, January 30th
I woke up around noon today to the sound of my alarm clock. After last night I wasn't sure if I was up to going to brunch, but ultimately ended up going. there was no bacon, and the sausage they had out instead didn't look any good, so I just ate homefries and a bagel. the first batch of homefries I had was good, but the second time they weren't cooked long enough. the potatoes were still hard and the peppers still crunchy. i'm not sure if they even bothered to mix onions in there at all. I saw one of my friends eating a sandwich with carved turkey. excited by the fact that they had carved turkey, I immediately got up and made myself a similar sandwich(which was pretty good).
Sunday, January 31st
Arriving at the dining hall, the first thing I noticed was that it smelled like bacon. it was exciting because they didn't have any yesterday. When I got up there, I got myself some bacon and hashbrowns and drowned them in syrup as usual. after eating such an acidic breakfast i got a bit of a stomach ache, but some Tums took care of that.
I missed lunch today because wednesday is my day off so I slept in. I woke up around 12:30, still groggy even though I had a large amount of sleep last night. My vision was blurry as it usually is until I'm fully awake. It was bright in the room because my roommate had left the blinds open, along with the window. this made it really cold in the room, which i don't really mind because i can't sleep without a heavy comforter, and i can't sleep comfortably with a heavy comforter unless it's cold in the room. I decided to brush my teeth because i had some really awful morning breath. the room was pretty silent, since it seemed like I was the only person in the suite. all i could really hear was the um of my fan and various noises coming from outside.
Thursday, January 28th
At lunch today, nothing really looked good so I settled on pizza like I normally do in situations like this. the pizza was pretty decent today. there wasn't too much sauce, and it was spread evenly. I later made myself a really plain salad (since I generally don't like dressings or any other sauce-like substances... with a few exceptions). Looking around me, I noticed that some of the tables were in slightly different places than they were last time i was there. It seems like they move them around from day to day, which makes me wonder what they do up there after closing time. the dining hall smells the way it usually does, just like various foods depending on which station you're nearest to. at one point one of my friends was eating this really gross smelling soup. It's always to warm at ade, and for some reason I always feel like I can't breath as well while I'm there.
Friday, January 29th
I was sitting in the living room of my suite, waiting to go to class today when i noticed an area of a painting I did last semester, that i never noticed before. I started to think about how weird it was that I could miss something in something that was created by me. especially something that I spent so much time on. since it's nearly class-time, I can hear the neighbors' doors opening and closing, and people walking up and down the stairs. the room smells kind of like orange peels mixed with a vanilla-like air freshener. it's kind of a gross combination. well, not really gross but unpleasant at least. there's no real taste in my mouth, just a hint of the orange i ate a few minutes ago.
Saturday, January 30th
I woke up around noon today to the sound of my alarm clock. After last night I wasn't sure if I was up to going to brunch, but ultimately ended up going. there was no bacon, and the sausage they had out instead didn't look any good, so I just ate homefries and a bagel. the first batch of homefries I had was good, but the second time they weren't cooked long enough. the potatoes were still hard and the peppers still crunchy. i'm not sure if they even bothered to mix onions in there at all. I saw one of my friends eating a sandwich with carved turkey. excited by the fact that they had carved turkey, I immediately got up and made myself a similar sandwich(which was pretty good).
Sunday, January 31st
Arriving at the dining hall, the first thing I noticed was that it smelled like bacon. it was exciting because they didn't have any yesterday. When I got up there, I got myself some bacon and hashbrowns and drowned them in syrup as usual. after eating such an acidic breakfast i got a bit of a stomach ache, but some Tums took care of that.
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