Went to school, as usual all lectures were not given as we're all to concentrate on design studio. My apartment is still under 'renovation'. My head is getting bigger while doing all the measurements of heights and space the whole week for Mr Skyler, my client. Which indirectly is I, the designer - Regina. Sounds stupid. I'm the client as well as the designer. During presentation, I as the designer can really play along damn well by blaming I, the client for every design I want. Stupid.
Initally I was super excited about buying a brozne puzzle since Tuesday and actually even more excited when I paid the man and held my own puzzle in hand. When back to studio and my smart friend undo the puzzle without having a knowledge of fixing it back. Without a choice I got to refer from the answer sheet to put everything back in place. No more fun. Joy killer. I'm not angry, it is just didn't like that feeling of losing the inital suspense of solving that puzzle. I can't promise that I know how to solve the puzzle yet but by knowing how the thing works already took half the fun of solving the puzzle away. Darn!
PMS problem. Freaked out with my every inperfect actions. What's wrong of trying to be a little less perfect? Seems like a big problem to me for making a small mistake.