Sorry

I think my favorite word in the whole English language is sorry. For Italian it is dispiacere. This will be the first words I say to my Italian teacher. Whats worse is the real reason I haven't been going to class is I'm sick. The sucky kind of sick where you beg boyfriend to kill you. But the kind of sick that if you were taking online classes you would be fine, but I unfortunately am not. So I am stuck here.

I started writing this post last week, I finally went to the doctor to have it confirmed I AM SICK! So I took my medications like a good little girl, and guess what I'm going to the doctor again tomorrow 'cause I'm still sick. I think the infection has spread to other body parts. I'd explain what I have but I'm not that into sharing.

I am still sorry that I haven't been posting, although view have gone up. I wish that I could write something funny for you. But my sense of humor seems to have taken a bit of a toll. Hope to be updating more soon.

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately, I've been kind of busy. When I say kind of I mean I should be doing something else rather then posting but I just can't think right now. So I'll tell you people somethings.

I love animals. I absolutely adore animals. I even wanted to take care of them when they got sick as a kid. Some how I ended up going into theatre tech. Che sará sará. Yay I remembered how to put accents on the a. This has not stopped me from wanting to own a small zoo. so here they are.

This is not a wolf! This is a tamaskan dog. They are very sweet and friendly. Plus they look like wolves, who wouldn't want that?

And to complement the wolf dog we have the irish wolf hound. I am a cruel sick person. These are the biggest dog that the AKC will register. I also happen to think they look like the grim from harry potter.

Two large dogs and then this, you've got to be kidding me right? Wrong! Boyfriend is afraid of large dogs so I figure we'd start out small. But most small dogs are yippers right? Wrong! Doxies have a normal bark and are adorable.

Wait a minuet isn't that a bacon machine? NO LIES!!! This is a pig. An awesome adorable piggy. They are smart intelligent and over all totally cool.

What is this? Did my dryer lint grow legs? Nope its a chinchilla. The most awesomely fluffy creature ever. They are so adorable. And fluffy. Did I mention the fluffy?

Who cannot feel the love for this adorable long eared hedgehog? I mean look at it. It says sorry I did a bad. So sweet. Plus they make great pest control. So my garden will be safe!

I wasn't kidding when I said small zoo. Boyfriend is in for a lesson in caretaking, since he has never had a pet. Oh well. At least you got your daily dose of cute right?

Antifreeze, a story

My college can be stupid. I'm not sure how, I'm not sure why, but somehow antifreeze got into our dining centers drinking water. Being a semi responsible adult I told my mother. This is where this story gets even stupider. The next day I told my mom that the dining centers were closed. I said antifreeze I told you yesterday. My mother proceeded to say oh I thought you had it at some party. Yes your nerdy academic daughter drank chemical poison meant for cars and such at a party. I asked her, foolhardily, what she was thinking. She said college stuff. Now this is the woman that when asked how the 70s were she says that they were wonderful but she doesn't remember most of it. This is my mother. She is a bit insane, but I love her... Sometimes.

About Art

I am an artist. This is a fact. I study art. But there are some days that I just want to punch art right in the face. If there was a personification of art it would be a hermaphroditic transvestite with bipolar disorder coupled with multiple personality disorder and possibly a schizophrenic. And because art has so many problems I would feel terrible about punch it/she/he/them in the face. Yet our frienamie status would cause me to often want to inflict pain on art.

Why do I harbor such ill will upon art? It is a good question. Even I cannot fully understand my rocky relationship with art. Perhaps it has to do with it's "issues". Did I forget to mention that the multiple personalities of art are many and include, an autistic, a snob, a politician, a history buff, a crazy cat lady, just to name a few. Some of you might find that insulting. I'm sorry but this is how I feel about art.

Now there is a good place to start with art's bipolar disorder. One day it is about feeling, art is what you feel. One day its what you think. As an art student this is very confusing. Can't I just sit down and draw for god sakes? And of course depending on your poor sick and twisted art teacher the answer may be yes or it may be no. Of course on the days I want to draw with feeling it must be about style.

That is my personal beef with art, take a look at The Theatre of the Absurd. Let us take a look this lovely peice of work by Saumel Beckett called Not I

Well isn't that just lovely. Did you know our army uses this as some sort of preparation for psychological torture or something. And just in case you were wondering, the whole play goes on like that and to really understand it you have to listen very very carefully the character Mouth is trying to tell you something. I recommend listening to the Italian version if you know Italian and you have the time definitely listen to Non io. It make a lot more sense then the original author directed version I posted here. Now if this piece isn't enough of an example I don't know what is.

Random

I am constantly learning things. Things that I constantly forget, usually they are pretty funny. So I've decided that I should write a an on going list of things I have learned.

1. Always buy one pair of pants that is one size too large, that way when they wear out and shrink you can use them as work pants.
2. Don't do your theatre review for your tech theatre class on the show with the lowest budget.
3. Always always write papers in 8 point font. Then make it into 12 point double spaced.
4. If you have good food, take time to enjoy it.
5. Watching food TV is a very bad idea when going to eat at a university dining hall.
6. Using a crayola colored penicle works better for marking up sewing materials then chalk.
And that is all for now.

I have a problem..

So, I realized something today. I have a problem. I have many problems, but rarely, very rarely, do I decide to fix these problems. This one seems to be a simple fix. A fantastically simple fix. I have been suppressing my nerdiness.

I used to be perfectly content to be a "lost girl" one of Peter Pan's devotees. But for some reason when I hit oh about 14 or so I decided that sexiness would make more sense then geekiness. And so it begain. I stopped accepting who I am. I hid it. I didn't read Harry Potter Annually. I kept my nerdy books to my self. I stopped using big words. I tried to be the perfect girly girl.

My problem, is I'm afraid that Boyfriend will walk in and find me watching Heroes and make fun of me. Or worse finding me watching Oran Host Club or Fruit Basket. What is boyfriend coming back from? Dungeons and Dragons, so what the heck I'm worried about I don't know. I worry far too much.

I am a worry wart. I love worrying. I'm addicted to worrying, more addicted then when I became a junky. I think I need to make some sort of compromise. So I'm watching Heroes again. And I don't care who the heck sees me. I can be a strong sexy woman whose also a nerd! And so it shall be!

A Poem...

 I used to write poetry. I thought this was funny...

Build me a castle
Please
Don't forget
The battlements
And the mote
To keep the world
Away from our door
Let all the knights
In tin foil
And the madens
In spandex
Wait outside
Because they are too lame
To be let in
And most importantly
build me a castle
So we can play pretend