stream of consciousness

Yesterday: 

Surprised with a delicious coffee during my worst class by a great friend.

Lunched with another wonderful friend, who keeps my creativity flowing. We played with words. 

Turned in an ultimately successful sculpture and had an ultimately successful critique.

Got to paint faces for a once in a lifetime drama experience, put on by amazing performers and directed by another dear friend. Moving, Exciting.

Had a blast with my Art History Society’s spray paint event- made sweet T-shirts with Waldemar’s face on them. 

Followed by a fun night in with my roommate, making mixes, finding silly pictures, making bean soup, and enjoying the heater full blast. 

Before that….

A roadtrip, my grandparents, telling stories, thanksgiving with four generations, zip lining down the side of a mountain, another roadtrip; a super fun dinner out on the loop, christmas lights and all, with my parents and boyfriend; working at the Art Museum for the first half of my break, an *amazing* experience; seeing new art; roadtrip home from school with another great friend, with classic rock radio, a QT snack stop and a too-beautiful-for-words country sunset; COLLEGE; and a boy.

Life is good, and year 2 is even better. Can’t complain.

…if I am able to successfully roll myself out of bed at 6.45. (Why is it that as the year goes on, hours of the day before 8 am are sounding more and more ungodly?)

Fingers crossed for:

• Chem 100 (ew, gen ed requirements.)
• Trig (ew, more gen ed requirements. Hello, I’m an Art History major.)
• Pilates (health requirement…I can handle this!)
• The Art of Greece and Rome (that’s more like it.)
• annnnd….MUSEUMS AND COLLECTING. aka, Intro to Arts Admin. SO EXCITED.

That’s what I call a real class. 

(Part of me also wants to add Modern Art to help me cope with the ultimate bummers that are Chem and Trig. But we’ll see.)