another long day at school. working on flattened elevation/section/section or rear elevation each in different media. i want to spend some time in the shop and carve out this idea i have from one solid wood piece...don't know if this will get done by thursday...anyhow, no more school talk, the reason why i write before i sleep is to clear my mind of all that---let's start over...

happy valentine's day! decided a while back now that the girls only would do something unique today. we prettied ourselves up and headed to the charthouse for an afternoon of food/drinks/dessert/indulgent conversation (afternoon limitations due to monday evening classes. the indulgent conversation is not something i am used to with other girls as i often times find it hard to relate to the girlie-girlness of it all. we went around and shared questions and tried not to reminisce too much (er, maybe that was just me...at times i found myself drifting off into nostalgia)...anyhow, the big question of the hour was brought to the forefront by me - what would be the best thing for anyone (well, in this case, any boy) to do on a day like valentine's...some of the answers were hilarious, like bianca's quick response of "bling." amusing to me, since thoughts like that don't really cross my mind...i suppose that would explain the looks of confusion when i answered, "a letter from the heart - well written and thoughtful, of course." anyhow, i guess at that moment i felt the great divide that normally separates me from the female gender double in span. whatever...not my fault i know what i like and don't like...nothing superficial that is for certain...

ugh...i've been awake too long...i can feel that certain empty hollowness in the pit of my stomach that appears only after too much caffeine and too little rejuvenation time...

highlight of the day - all of us girls returning to studio, still all doll-like, where all the boys were busily working, and seeing the looks on their faces when they realized what they had missed out on...(oh my---i do sound like a girl afterall, don't i?) -- this must be a sure sign that jenn must hurry to bed and get the 4 hours of sleep that is allowed for this evening...(yawn)