Studio Super Tuesday

Tuesday, 8/4/03
I slept in this morning and was pretty angry at myself, considering I didn't know when or where to meet for the Super Tuesday event. So I went to Arts & Civilization and Marco talked about Venice. I'm so excited about going next week! After lunch Maari, Morgan and I stuck the logo stickers on our uniforms (the logo is of Peter's head). Then I went to my room intending to do something constructive, but ended up reading The Bourne Identity instead.

I don't know if I mentioned Super Tuesday, but basically, we trudge around in the muddy fields in marshmallow suits looking for random objects and pretending they inspire a work of architecture in us. It didn't turn out too bad. The group designated to design a shelter came up with this neat styrofoam board tent structure, but it was so windy that it started tearing. It partially stood up, but with loose ends blowing it looked like a creative moving sculpture. Or it could've just been a two headed giraffe.

Morgan and I, when we were walking down the muddy path to the site and collecting 2-4 inches of mud on our shoes, took turns carrying one of the big foam board cylinders and tried to romanticize the situation. Morgan said a knight on a white horse would come riding up and save us, but I said that more likely he would be in a space suit, since we looked rather futuristic ourselves, in our white bio-hazard suits. It was annoying when I finally found an object, but accidentally popped my balloon marker with it. Morgan and I also wanted to roll down the haystack next to the scary abandoned storage building, but it was rather smelly and suspicious.

So I was tired by the time we were done and got extremely angry at the dumb cylinder I had to carry back up the hill. It wasn't heavy, but just big enough that it couldn't be carried in a comfortable position. I was ready to kick it into the creek and yell at everyone behind me. But I made it back, and watched a nice sunset while waiting for our ride. Afterward I intended to do something constructive but read The Bourne Identity.

I sat with ---- & ---- at dinner and laughed almost the entire time. ----has such a talent for acting like a two year old but being so cute that it's hilarious. After dinner I intended to get to work, but read The Bourne Identity.