I can't believe it's only 1:03 and I left the studio fifteen minutes ago...that is to say, my usual nights at the easel last until 2am (easy). Tonight I couldn't bare another minute with that f'cking canvas ( Read more... )

Returning from a weekend of layouts, sun burns and..oh, did I mention winning the entire charleston chucktown throwdown tournament!! We WON! My first all women's tournament of the semester and we walked away with FIRST PLACE!! AHh!! All the stress, worry, nerves for nothing! We WON! I heard murmurs of people buying their plane tickets for Ohio ( ( Read more... )

My theory about beer drinking inducing nightmares was unfailingly confirmed last night as, after a Murphy's Stout, I proceeded to transform myself back to childhood, drowning in an algae filled pool in the mountains. I woke up suddenly and angrily at 8am, stumbling over strewn books and pants to turn off my alarm. It wasn't until my second rise at ( Read more... )

It's around 8:30 in the morning, and as I promised myself I'd pay Tara a visit at Tate Street, I'm destined for a nap this afternoon ( Read more... )

You know that feeling when you're so tired that you can't even sleep ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's only 11:35, this record will no doubt hold for the rest of the semester for the earliest time I've been home after painting and ceramics ( Read more... )

As Parker Palmer (quaker, community enthusiast through and through) writes, "In a true community we will not choose our companions, for our choices are so often limited by self-serving motives. Instead, our companions will be given to us by grace. Often tehy will be persons who will upset our settled view of self and world. In fact, we might define ( Read more... )

It is monday. The day I swore I was going to let everything come to a head, the day that I reckoned would change this semester and the future of biohazard's team. For right now, we have no team. We have a conglomeration of a variety of talents undecided in their direction and passionless in their pursuit of a common goal. What goal though ( Read more... )

It's nearing midnight, and I'm easily wide-awake. Mom and Jay just retired after watching some atrocious romantic comedy and, feeling weary, thought that staying up for their usual 2am bed time was something done only during the "holiday season ( Read more... )

I don't know what compelled me but upon invitation to Schlaefli's annual bowling reunion, my answer was undeniably--yes. The meeting at Kellogg bowl came after the Oregon vs. Oklahoma upset, where a dumbfounded quarter back ruined it for the ducks (my grandmother says hurrah!). I left my dad's house (the third of three really good days we've had ( Read more... )