Via Lisbeth

Ack

I am still really, really sick. No one knows what's wrong with me! I went to see the doctor today and he ran all of these tests (the one for influenza hurts soooo bad...they stick a really long q-tip up both of your nostrils and viciously move it around) and everything came back negative. The doc was stumped. This is never comforting news, especially since he had a couple of theories that didn't sound great but those were just theories. He gave me a bunch of meds and painkillers and basically told me to wait it out and that, if it got worse, I should not mess around with it and go immediately to the ER. But I don't think I can wait it out much longer. I've been sick for almost three days and the majority of that time my fever has been over 103 degrees (and if it sounds like I'm bragging, you're probably correct, because when your brain is on fire, you become delusional).

GAHHHH! So much homework, presentations this week. This is not the time to be getting sick!!!

Sssssssssssssssss

I am sick, but finding this old photo from high school made me feel a little better. Good times. Oh, and the Seinfeld marathon that I am having right now is making me feel better too.

Wood is good

Here are my finished pieces (better photographs to come):

I am SUCH a big fan of wood now. I have all these ideas for wood and clay projects it's not even funny!

Knock on wood

I've got my first studio critique tomorrow and I am super excited. My professor, Raya, has ordered a cake for the class and is bringing in lots of coffee and all us girls (and the one guy) are going to sit around and enjoy ourselves, talking about how awesome our first projects in wood have turned out. I'm going to take lots of pictures (in the really bright lighting of the studio) tomorrow, but here are some pictures from today (works in progress):

Bros before hoes

I know that saying doesn't apply...but my little brother is coming home in an hour and I get to seeeee hiiimmmmm!!!!

So...

...this blog is NOT dead. I've just been very, very busy. Even though grad school, work, friends and the new boyfriend are keeping me plenty busy, the thing that is keeping me the busiest by far is commuting to the four aforementioned items. I can't wait until November 1st, which is the day that I get to move into my new studio apartment (much, much, much, much closer to school and work). It is soooo efficient that the kitchen is kept inside of a tiny closet. You know you are jealous. In other news, I am having extreme clay withdrawal. In the MAT program, we need to have taken specific types of studio courses to earn our licensure for D.C. public schools. Because I studied ceramics in undergraduate school so studiously, it is, unfortunately, NOT one of those studio courses that I need. Instead I need things like printmaking, painting, digital art, sculpture, metal-smithing and textiles, among other things. So, I am officially saving up for a kiln, wheel and clay (it'll probably take me ten years). My life is simply fantastic, but amidst all the joy, excitement and new obstacles, I have begun to realize that something is missing in my life: THE CLAY, MAN! I am the poorest I've been in years and, yet, I am 100% positive that I would take a block of clay over United States currency any day these days.