unfavorable

I should re-name this post. It is now 10:14 PM and I'm home. The windows are open and a delicate breeze, delicately scented with Sioux City Scent of the Day: Poop Scent is drifting delicately through the house.

Once again, Monday  night rolls around and I am re-born. The calm, peaceful environment of my elementary art methods class does it every week. From run down and exhausted and hot and sticky and cranky, to completely wonderful. How wonderful? How about honestly I could cry half the time. I am occasionally,  for once in my life the star of the show, which is so incredibly gratifying. I'm not really. I mean, it's not truly that way, usually people are not gushing over how great I am. But sometimes, time after time, people notice work I'm doing in that class and say the absolute nicest things. And I like everyone in the class, too. And for once I can not deny I truly have done some fun things in class this semester. More than I expected. So yep, I'm going to miss Monday night class.

Tonight I made a printing plate of the little bird. Pretty soon I will be able to make prints of him on greeting cards. Everything seems to be coming together so nicely! Prints on paper and silk screens for the clothing. Very exciting.

I have nothing due tomorrow so it's 10:20 and I'm going to go sit in bed and read magazines for a while. I am joining the painting students again tomorrow morning, this time for tours of artists studios. Very cool! I will make some fun sketches while we're on the road tomorrow. Maybe.
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I am sitting in my studio and neither the winds nor the gods are favorable. There is never an internet signal over here. There is just a slight breeze. Whatever energy the school is using to blow warmish air through the baseboard vent is totally wasted. There is a waspy hornet thing thinking about coming thru the crack between the window that doesn’t quite open and the frame, which would suck because my screen is off that window. Oh also a gigantic honeybee landed on the sill but then he fell off backwards. Painting here this summer will be fun, I can already tell.


Wasa crisps do not fit down into the container of Nutella. Therefore I should probably just use a spoon. I have class at 6:30 and I am down here because a class was in the classroom when I tried to go in 30 minutes ago. The nerve.


I have been on campus all (freakin) day and I’m tired. I spent a lot of time in the library today organizing my final project for this night class. And I just got chocolate on my shirt. Maybe I should paint.


It's hot in here.


Whine.