Yeah, I’m all good after my Champagne Dinner on Friday. (Sorry again if I left you a lame comment.) I am home working on some homework right now. I have a project for Illustration class to depict one of the seven deadly sins, and our first step is to come in to class tomorrow with rough sketches for each of them.

Some are a lot harder to conceptualize than others, and it’s odd that it’s different ones than those I anticipated. Like, I thought sloth would be the hardest, but my sketch turned out pretty well. I did a man sitting at a computer, staring at the screen and drooling, while a woman stands behind him with one hand on her hip and the other holding a vacuum cleaner. Not to be all “men are lazy,” or whatever. (Just in this case.) But then pride, which I thought would be like a piece of cake, is the one I am stuck on. Ah well.

This term is more then halfway over, which is nice because it’s a hard one and next term will be super dooper easy, comparitively.

Okay, I feel lame for resorting to posting about my homework and other school stuff. Nothing else is going on! No dramas! No funny stories! I haven’t even done anything particularly embarassing/klutsy/humiliating lately! (YES, for real.) So I sort of don’t know what-all to say.

As for tomorrow, E and I have a dinner date, but I do not know where. We didn’t talk about Valentine’s Day at all until last weekend, and I brought it up assuming that we’d be one of those “we’re not doing anything; it’s a Hallmark holiday” couples, but then it turned out he’d booked a reservation somewhere for us, and he is keeping the location a secret and won’t tell me a thing and it is sloooowly driving me mad. He did give me the option of trying to guess the location (I mean, after I bugged him about it), but then I didn’t even bother trying, because it occurred to me that if I guessed a whole bunch of wrong guesses it might make him feel insecure about his choice, like I’d have preferred any of the places I guessed first. So I did not even attempt to guess.

(And by the way, was that not very Relationshippily Mature of me? I was surprised that such a caring thought even occurred to me, let alone that I acted upon it. Not to toot my own horn or whatever.) (Except totally to.)

Hey, maybe I can incorporate my horn-tooting into an illustration for pride!

Hey, I am going to miss the season finale of Beauty and the Geek for dinner tomorrow! Somebody please swallow your pride and watch it for me and tell me every detail! *cough Joanna cough*