I may drop the ball on this next blog. I am so tired and have many adventures ahead of me this weekend, so this will be an abbreviated version of my past day.
I don't even know where to start. I guess last night after I blogged, I attempted to make dinner. It was not an attractive meal so I didn't take a picture of it, but it tasted DANK. It was actually pretty fun making it because I blasted music from the lab and sang along while cooking. No one was in the main hut with me so I jammed out relatively hardcore. Actually, at one point in particular, I was singing my heart out to some good ole Avril Lavigne (that woman just speaks to my soul) when Echo walked in. I didn't hear her because the music was loud, but it scared me silly.
Well, I'm very proud of my delicious accomplishment. I didn't head out until about 8pm, and people were still working on their studio projects. I didn't expect to see anyone back at the Pension. I changed into my "holy cow" boxer shorts that I've worn since I was 13 years old and I started to map out my adventures for the next day when Becca invited me to go out with some others to Puerto Rico again. How could I say neh? I was tempted to rock the holy cow boxers instead of quality clothing, but alas I changed and we left not much later. I guess the original plan was to meet up with the Montana Architect kids at Puerto Rico and then go somewhere else from there, but they never showed up. Instead, we socially drank and enjoyed ourselves once again. We may or may not be regulars at that bar by the end of this.
We didn't go back to the Pension too late. I skyped the rents, enjoyed their wisdom, then slept marvelously. I woke up at 11:30 feeling "refreshed with a renewed strength," if you will, and started on my day.
This day has been a particularly long one for some reason. I had my Czech class. I really enjoy that class- more so than my others. The teacher is fun and creative. I have learned so much. We were talking about possessive nouns, conjugations, etc, when I learned that if you ask for water at a restaurant, it's more proper to say "vodu, prosim" instead of "voda, prosim," which is what I said the other day when I thought I fooled the Happy Hour Pizza place. Therefore, I suspect I didn't have as much tact as I would have hoped. Oh, I learned today that 8 is an awesome number because it's "osm" in Czech. In case you didn't catch on, "osm" is pronounced like "awesome." Yeah, chew that up and eat it.
Anyways, I went directly to my first drawing class today and let me just tell you about that doozy. First of all, I know I mention this on almost every blog, but I am surrounded by architecture students. Therefore, they know how to draw. I hadn't factored that into my decision to take this class. So, when we meandered to our locations and our teacher told us to sit and draw for an hour and a half, I was set up for failure. I stared at my 35 cent Tesco notebook that's geared for small children, my pencil accompanied by a sharpener, and my dignity, and gave my first attempt to drawing. See, I decided to pursue the trumpet in high school, not the craft of the hand. Thus, when the teacher approached my work and gave it one look, I thought that she had just seen a ghost. She said to me, "Iris, do you know anything about perspective?" I knew a little but honestly, it didn't even cross my mind when I began, so I said, "neh." She said, "I can tell." She gave me one hell of a perspective lesson and then told me to start over. I have to say that I am extremely proud of my second attempt. It looked a whole heck of a lot better than the first one.
After an hour and a half, we got up and switched locations to draw another building for an hour. I was about to sit down and give it another go when the teacher came up to me and said, "Iris, please concentrate on only perspective when you draw this time." So, I cozied up to a large building with a plethora of windows and I drew perspective like I've never drawn perspective before (which I hadn't, so it wasn't too hard to accomplish.) I have to say that I did one heck of a job on this drawing, but it didn't look very interesting because it was just a bunch of windows.
I don't really know what other skills I can pick up now. I plan on practicing before I fall asleep tonight. I refuse to suck at it forever.
After drawing class, everyone was starving or sore or tired. Personally, my head was throbbing from concentrating so hard. A few of us decided to hit up a restaurant called The Two Bears. It wasn't the good, but it was definitely an exciting atmosphere. They were brewing their own beer right behind us. Meanwhile, we could hear an accordion and tuba from around the corner. It was "osm."
So, we finished dinner and headed over to a jazz club called AghaRTA (I don't know why gha isn't capitalized) where there was an older group performing. Wow, I tell you what, Wow. They were talented. I was so tired from my day though that I had to leave after the second intermission.
And now, I am here. The Swedish teacher that I bonded with a couple nights ago keeps walking past me and making small talk. He thinks I am always studying with my computer and I let him think that because it makes me look smarter. Oops, he just caught me in the act. He said "Wait a second, that's not homework."
I am going to Cesky Krumlov this weekend with the entire program. We are leaving tomorrow morning at 8:30 am, so I should go to bed. now. But first, I will practice perspective drawing...
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