Done

Free as a bird.

almost.

After being sleep deprived for weeks and completely sleepless for the last stretch of two days before hand in, my body was about to give up on itself. I had no proper food sans for chocolates and cereal to keep me alive, (there was just zero time to think about cooking food or doing anything else other than completing my portfolio), and my heart just kept fluttering like a dying moth out of anxiety and taurine overdose from the cans of monster that i've been drowning my sorrows in.

So you can imagine when I handed in and went home, I passed out for thirteen hours straight on my bed much to the bemusement of my housemate who tried to guess the time I would wake up from my 'nap'. I missed all hand-in celebrations and the staff party at the beach, and was bombarded with miscalls and messages from people who were worried that I might have been chewed up and regurgitated by the printer at uni. 

This is the sad and classic case of architecture students who put their work before their life. 

Yet, all in all I am happy and proud that amidst the madness I managed to stay miraculously sane and calm and just drew like my life depended on it up to the end. Even when the printer at uni was hating me and not spitting out my prints an hour before the deadline, I surprisingly did not crumple up into a mess or shout at anyone despite being so worked up and tense from being awake for far too long.

Can't say I'm proud of the outcome of my work though, which is a shame because I thought I was doing somewhat alright throughout the year... until the last three weeks prior to hand in when everything just fell like a boulder from the sky onto my head. But.. what's done is done and I have put as much effort as I could into my work. 

If i get through with this project, I will be over the moon but if not, hey-ho.

I've fallen before and picked myself up again, so I don't see why I, or anyone else can't do the same. :)

Today is day 2 of my freedom, and I am still recuperating by being the ultimate slug and pig. 

There is an odd sense of loss and confusion, probably due to the sudden freedom after long term stress build up. For now I'm not fussed or worried, as I'm going to allow myself to sloth away until i get bored (which won't take too long), and then start my plans for the summer time.