hey!

I just wanted to say...guess who's back in business??

This guy, that's who.

:)

With a Side of Meatballs

It just occurred to me that I haven't written in this blog since January. Whoa baby. A lot has happened.

Basically, I'm going crazy.

My senior show is coming up on Sunday. That is ONE WHOLE WEEK from now. Am I ready? Yes. Am I mentally prepared? Noooooo. I thought I was over this whole showing other people thing but apparently that was just tucked away in some deep dark place until it decided to show its ugly face once again, like now. Longest sentence ever by the way. But I digress, it's killing me. I'm not sure why I'm nervous but I am, and it's really affecting the way I do things, like classwork, and even the way I sleep at night. My dreams have morphed from surreal, colorful stories to everyday situations, like brushing my teeth. Totally weird.

Anyway, after my show for a week I am not going to class, doing my homework, and I certainly will not be sober. I look forward to that week, more than you know.

Other than my show, everything else is going smoothly. My roommate situation can be stressful, but I love everybody equally and that keeps me sane.

Sleep time now.

Today is the first day of classes for my last semester of undergrad, ever. It's exciting, frightening, and a little bit spicy. Either way, I'm ready. I'm taking 14 credits plus my senior exhibit, which I'm terrified for, but should be really interesting.

My goal for the end of the week: size up my pieces and choose what I want in my show.

The house is good. We've all been in a really good mood lately and even though I think that David may hate us a little (well, he is the only dude sooo...) everybody's getting along. I think I'm actually going to be very sad when I move out of here. As much as I hate this apartment sometimes I have had some great memories here. Or non-memories, depending on my level of intoxication.

I made chili last night. It's dank. But really filling.

Off to my first class! See y'all later.

Ahh

http://movies.nytimes.com/2009/11/25/movies/25road.html <-- The Road movie review.

^^^sooo excited!

I haven't been this excited for a movie since that porno a few years back...oh wait...umm...awkward.

Cormac Macarthy and Goldfish

I was supposed to register for classes (for the last time!) Monday, but I had to put it off because I hadn't chosen my classes on time. I chose them yesterday, but couldn't register because of Harvest Fest. I couldn't register today because I was doing homework for class. Basically, the universe is telling me I am never going to graduate. I am going to be stuck in Castleton for the rest of my life. I'll become a townie. Maybe I'll even have a small dog named Peaches, with a house on a hill and knitted sweaters and lots of cats. And I'll be like, shit, I still have to register for classes. And I won't be able to, because I'll be too busy cleaning cat barf off the carpet. Sigh. Seriously though, I can't wait for school to be over. Sooo close.

Seriously.

I just creeped on Facebook with my roommates for what, maybe about an hour and a half?
Good lord.
We're creepers.

Har Har

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

is it not genius?