"I am the clitoris." - My brother

Yup, I think that wins as the funniest/most bizarre quote from Christmas.

Christmas was lovely, with minimal clashing with my mother (the only thing we ended up arguing over was whether I should wear a foundation garment that cut off my circulation). It was great otherwise- my mom gave me extensive cookware, which is awesome (I can cook! Huzzah!). I had told my dad when he asked that I would like a guitar for christmas- just a cheap, classical-style guitar (witht he nylon strings) from target or whatever. Of course, to him that meant a beautiful black guitar that is rather acoustic, but can also be plugged into an amp, with an electric tuner, and a padded backpack style travel case. It's my new baby.

Alright, I'd better go and prepare for the day ahead! I have much working out to do, though not as much as I had feared, because I did the math and really didn't have all that many calories yesterday after all. Huzzah!

Into the Mouse's Den

Oh, home. It's where the heart is. And the mess. My mother is worse than ever psychologically, and both her and the house are trainwrecks. That's putting it mildly, actually. You can perhaps imagine my shock, horror, and ultimate nausea when I went to put away some measuring cups in a drawer, only to discover that the drawer in question contained a mouse nest (an empty one, thank god!). I have, since then, donned rubber gloves and a face mask, and have been furiously cleaning out drawers and generally going to town with some bleach. It's kinda like the Nutcracker, only the rats are mice... filthy, disgusting, mice. Yuck. And you wonder why I'm so messed up.

In other news, I ran into Matt Rawlings yesterday, and talked to him for the first time in about four and a half years! (Hayden, you would best remember him as Cock Ring Boy.) We ran into each other in the parking lot at Denver West, so we went and got some coffee at Barnes and Noble, and I might give him a call some time and see if he wants to hang out. It was really bizarre to see him after years of telling that story about him, and to remember that he's a real person, out there living a real life. He seemed ethereal- he looks exactly the same as when I last saw him, though he let his hair grow long. Extreme weirdness!

Also, I met Becca's boyfriend Ben- I'm still somewhat distrustful and protective of my Becca, though I think that through throwing lots of old AOL CDs at each other, Ben and I may have worked through some of our unfortunate aggression towards one another.

Sabrinah's of course got a great, perfect boyfriend, and between the two of them I'm feeling rather single. Maybe Santa will bring me a perfect boyfriend for Christmas, lol. Mainly it just makes it a tiny bit harder to forget about Funkhouser. Ironically, what is serving to distract me somewhat is my other ex's (not that Funkhouser fits into that category)- Rawlings and Shaun, who I'm planning on hanging out with sometime next week.

ooh, and I saw my girl Aly, who was pretty much my bff at summer camp today. She's in Boulder with her boyfriend Otis, and so I drove up there. We went to lunch with his mom, and then Aly and I shopped on Pearl Street. I love those two. I even got to hear Otis jam with his dad (a great jazz pianist), another guitarist, a drummer, and a saxophonist, and I got demo CD of Otis's jazz band, THC. It was really awesome to see them again!

Alright, I should return to the bleaching. I spiked my coffee with brandy, and I've decided that with that in me I can do anything, including conquer the kitchen!

P.S. Hayden, I hope you're reading this: Otis's dad's house has a huge painted seahorse over the front door. We're talking like, four feet tall. I thought of you!

"But everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads"

Oh, They Might Be Giants. Thank you for entertaining me on the road! ("There's a picture opposite me/of my primitive ancestry/which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free/While I respect that a lot/I'd be fired if that were my job/after killing Jason off and countless screaming argonauts!"

So, for anyone who might be wondering how I am because the last time they saw me was at the cocktail party and I was, in Lindsey's words, "kinda weepy," all's goin' okay. I was drunk and sad Wednesday night (though I still had a lot of fun at the party! I <3 you guys!), and okay-maybe-even-good Thursday. In fact, on Thursday I reasoned out, finally, a reason for living, which was of course promptly followed by lots of arguing over it online with Fred, who brought his Lutheran perspective to the conversation. Friday I was tired, I forgot to eat, and I was biologically predestined to be extra emotional, so I flipped out. That wasn't very good. In fact, I think I'm going to pretend that most of Friday didn't happen. (Minus, of course, going to see Narnia with Lisa and Eric, and the part, at like 1:30 in the morning, when I woke up and realized what a complete doofus I had been all day.) Saturday brought a little more resolution, a little more explanation, and lots of listening to The Beatles.

Sunday (today) brought me to Albuquerque. I decided not to bring my plethora of alcohol home with me, a) because it would have weighed down the car, lol, and b) because my tolerance has gotten too high, and it takes too much to get me drunk. Seriously, I had what, 9 shots of vodka the other night and didn't even get a headache, or get sick. I can't afford that, lol!

oh, and I modified the settings on this blog so that comments can be left again... I think... let me know if it doesn't work ^_^

As for now, it's just after seven- I think I'm going to shower, burn a couple of cds (my car stereo can't handle even slightly scratched ones, and there's some stuff I want to hear tomorrow), and hit the hay- I got around 3 hours of sleep last night, and when I woke up at 6 this morning I dreamed while awake- there was something involving, uh, um, I don't remember what, but it persuaded me to get out of bed! :-D

An Update for my Loyal Readers

Oh. Right. I don't have loyal readers. Damn! An update for myself, then!

Anyway, it's Friday afternoon, I just took my last inal, and I am almost done or the semester! I have yet to wrap up my ceramics class, but I've been toying with the idea of doing a ceramic version o my Burkha Box, and also a couple of pieces which refer to the St. Michan's Church crypt... incident... that I planned or metal but could easily redesign and improve upon to make out of clay. I'm thinking low-fire white clay body here, painted in underglazes. Ooh, that sounds lovely.

Anyway, the week started out great with the opening of the Juried Undergraduate Exhibition which I entered my green teapot in. Folks (Neff, Lindsey, Dan, Sarah, and Olivia) stopped by which was great of them (I <3 you guys, even if you don't read my blog :-P) and I ate cake with my bare hands, which was pretty much hilarious.



Wednesday we held the much-anticipated Video Scavenger Hunt for CS, and it was pretty much awesome. I got to have Ryan go thorugh my room trying to decide if I was dateable (Oh God, why didn't I clean my room???) and to lie on the ground on Mill Avenue with some stoned guy while Lauren drew chalk outlines of us. Ooh, and I tried to do handstands against a wall, which was also highly entertaining, particularly because I'm really bad at handstands.

Wednesday night was the second of the cocktail parties; either Matt Kruger or Alison asked me to have it, adn neither one came, lol. I had Eric, Tom, and Dan over though, and was, for what I think was the first time ever, present for guy-talk. Wow. That was the most bizzare conversation for me. It was hilarious- Tom got really smashed very quickly, and decided that he'd like to have a stalker. Thank god there were no dogs around for him to make out with this time, lol. Oh, Tom-Tom. I had amazing Dirty Martini (a thank-you to Addy for introducing me to this amazing drink) and, thanks to incredible luck, smoked Dan and Eric at Trivial Pursuit. (That's right, what up, bitches?) I fell and scraped my knee, which I assure you was much funnier at the time than it was the next morning (it's a pretty substantial bruise, lol), and I probably got a little too close to Dan. Not that I'm protesting, bu some more tension/awkwardness may well result rom the old conflict that I've been rather interested in dating him, and he was not, thus far, returned the sentiment. That is, by the way, a real pity, becuase he's a cook kid but I don't know him as well as I'd like to.



Thursday was hilarious in that "Oh God I've barely slept and I'm trying to take a Calculus Final/Oh god, I have a physics lab due by 3 that I haven't started yet" kinda way. Everything worked out just fine, though, because apparently someone up there loves me. I don't deserve my luck, but I am grateful for it. The luck in this case was that the Calc final, which was scheduled to take 2 hours and 20 minutes, was so easy that I finished it in 40 minutes, leaving me more than enough time to run home and write my lab report. Yay for not failing physics!

Alright, I think that's all that I have to say right now, except for this:

Flogging Molly is a band of posers, that has but a fraction o the incredible creativity of The Pogues. If I wanted to listen to straight-up Irish music, I'd listen to the good old stuff like The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. For Christ's sake, have a little creativity, guys!

Pesto, Ferric Chloride, and Smirnoff (But not all at the same time)

So, it's Sunday night, and I'm looking ahead to my last week of school-related stuff for the semester. Huzzah! But first, a look back at the last several days:

So, on Friday there was much rejoicing. I went in to the jewelry studio all afternoon to work on my final project which I just (thank-god) completed, and I popped in to the Harry Wood Gallery in the art building to enter the teapot that I made into the Juried Undergraduate Exhibition. It made it! I'm really proud that it did so- it's a lovely little teapot, but I had my doubts. Tomorrow night I finally will get to go to an opening at the gallery as an artist instead of as a patron! Yay!

The rest of the night was lovely too- I went to see "Rent" with Anika and Eric, and then I went over to Hayden's and hung out with her, Eric, Dan and Neff (and eventually Alison too) until the wee hours.

Saturday I spent largely at the studio, and then I dashed home to wash off the sulfurated ash, blackened pumice, and the ferric chloride that I was convinced that I had splashed on myself. I then hosted the first of the three cocktail parties I'm... uh, well... hosting. Alison, Don, and Anika came (it was a very small crowd, lol) but there was much mayhem and drunken revelry nonetheless.

Then, today was marked by the completion of my copper box for jewelry (YAY!) and by a dinner soiree at Nick's. His mom came down from Prescott and cooked us all real food- pesto portabello burgers, roasted peppers, tortellini, and, of course, dessert. I love her.

In other news, "Why aren't you on my face?"
Ah Ryan, we'll never let him live that one down.