Feeling Weird

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I promise to start writing again once I get back into the semester grove.  

For now I'll say that:  Art to Art is going well (Elisabeth and I have made neat, laminated schedules using clip art she found), my fish are growing by the hour, Stephanie is finally back in our lives, Jenna's got a boyfriend, I cut David's hair really, really, really short, my hair is growing at the speed of light, I'm still working on applications for graduate school, yesterday I started throwing on the wheel again and got back into the swing of things, there is already a lot of dried clay on my pants (which looks like mud and dirt to normal people I walk by on campus), my sculpture came back from Denver undamaged, I really like my art history teacher, I had to drop my installation class (sad :( face) for fear that it would interfere with my honors thesis, I feel very prepared for this semester, this blog is one year old (not today, I missed it's birthday), I missed Irina's "birthday" too, Jenna and Alexa got into NCUR which means Stephanie and I have the apartment all to ourselves for a few days in the future, I went to the gym yesterday and ran three miles very quickly, the ping pong tables were taken so I couldn't play yesterday, I can't wait until next weekend because I get to go home and celebrate my favorite holiday (Chinese New Year), I got a new kazoo after my other new kazoo was busted from me blowing/humming too hard into it, I'm waiting to watch a documentary I found in the library on noodling (bare-handed catfishing), and I'm finally taking piano lessons (I think I found my teacher on wikipedia).

Everybody's bloggin' while they're abroad. I'll blog while I'm still here.

I've had Irina for a little over a week now.  She's Russian, but originally from a Petsmart in North Carolina.  The first few nights with her were sleepless (for both of us...she's nocturnal).  Averaging about five miles a night on her wheel, Irina is very, very, noisy and stays noisy for many, many hours.  After only a week, however, the spinning sound of her wheel has begun to grow on me and I would even go as far as to say that it lulls me to sleep on occasion.

The lady at the Petsmart hand-picked for me the nicest hamster of the bunch.  Apparently I am pretty lucky to have found Irina because most of these Russian fluff balls can be pretty grouchy and with a penchant for biting off the fingers of those who want them desperately not to.  Instead, this Russian hamster is sweet.  During the day when she is sleepy, she will sit in a cupped hand and enjoy being petted.  And when the sun goes down, she has no problem following people around rolling at respectable speeds across tiles and hardwood floors in a plastic ball.

Oh, and she gets along quite well with the boy: