The Artistic Type

Barbershop Quartet Day
National D.A.R.E Day
Liberation Day (Uganda)

 

My brain seems to have gotten ganged up on by muses.

 

I have become a crafty little bugger.

 

This spring break I made a few Sculpey projects, as well as a crazy-quilt dress for my doll Kuen. And now I’m in ceramics and jewelry classes at the Craft Center. Eric and I spent three hours wedging and then prodding our clay into pinch pots and coil pots (throwing starts next week!) and generally making a big old mess.* I’m also carving away at some lumps of wax right now, which may or may not become jewelry for another class, and a few days ago I bought a small Moleskine book where I could draw and label various objects from some of my concultures.**

 

It’s all part of my eternal quest to be interesting. We’ll see if it works, or if I just wind up with dry, carved-up hands. Ah, the dangers of creativity.

 

 

*After which he graciously gave me a ride home, because it was raining. Thanks, Eric!

 

**I may be crafty, but I’m still a dork.

They Took My Blood

Today I got a couple of holes punched in me, then peed in a cup. Ah, the glamorous world of medicine. But I gotta say, that Health Center works fast when it wants to.  Tomorrow I’ve got a physical scheduled (as well as a consultation with my actual adviser, who will send me to the dreaded Money People) and on Friday I get to figure out whether I have tuberculosis.* And I don’t care what they say, my arm is sore. It doesn’t like to straighten. It will, but it doesn’t like it.

 

Still don’t seriously believe in Kenya.  Hell, as a Utahn, I barely believe in the ocean, and I’ve been to that. But I’m going through the ropes anyway.

 

 

*Although the nurse and I agreed that it would make more sense to get that test after I go to a country were TB’s looking for the opportune moment.

To Let You All Know

cleolinda linked to this, and I thought some of you would like to know that Kurt Vonnegut died.

And I still have yet to read his books.