Hell To The Yeah, MOFO!!!
This is the most unbelievably long winter break in history of college! While it means 6 weeks of no homework and no job, I sort of feel like I'm not really accomplishing anything, like I'm wasting my life away. I was motivated beyond belief for the first few days and I accomplished a bunch of things, like making this awesome present/art thing for my dad for Xmas:
(This is a 3-D piece of artwork that I made based on a poem called "Carabou Dreams" by Timothy Arevalo (the poem can be found in the book "You Hear Me" which is written by multiple authors). The lines of the poem that I used are "Your soul is the sea, your spirit is the shore, your mind is the black expanse that births planets and consumes galaxies". I used black sparkly felt to make the background and then used 4 different shades of blue tulle for the sky. The Water is made of bits of cellophane glued together and the planets are wooden balls. The mask was one I found at a thrift store and then painted and made eyes for out of the same balls as the planets. For the sand I used some frilly gold yarn.)
I also took some super awesome pictures of me with crazy hair (which I'll eventually get around to photo shopping and putting up, kind of like I'll eventually get those pics of Chicago put up_some of which are Insanely Beautiful might I add), scanned in all of my Europe pictures from 2 and a half years ago, did a little reading, survived the holidays, and accidentally killed my plant (but it's ok, I killed the crappy new one that was half dead anyway, not Aiko the Lucky Bamboo who is beautiful and blossoming and beautiful). Anyway, after that I kind of lost my momentum and just got in stuck in a rut of watching CSI reruns Every Single Night. It's become a terrible habit, like a white horse in my bedroom, or a monkey on my back, or a big pink elephant in the living room that you just can't ignore.
In other news, in case you're wondering why this little blog consists of me complaining but is titled with something so enthusiastic, let me explain my reason for being overjoyed at the moment. When I came back home I decided to see how much I weighed just out of curiosity because I'd noticed that I was looking rather bony in the chest and stomach area and couldn't remember looking so tiny previously. And what did the trusty bathroom scale say? 113. Ok, not bad I guess, but I could use some extra pounds. So I've been eating like a human vacuum cleaner leaving no food safe from my insatiable hunger and doing some bitching yoga every day (except for the days when I forget or am too busy watching CSI, but I've only done that about 4 times since I got the DVD on Dec 19-ish). So I decided yesterday, after brushing my teeth that morning, to see how much weight I had gained (I'd been marveling at the fact that my nonexistent chest now filled The Whole Entire Bra!!!! for the past three days_ask Emily, she knows!), and guess what it said? 120!!!!!!! I was in shock, awe, disbelief, so I got undressed really fast and climbed on again (apparently I thought that my pajamas weighed a lot or something), 119 and A Half!!!!!!! FUCK YES!!!!!! That's 6.5 pounds in roughly 3 weeks!!!!! I was so proud I did a little dance! Anyway, that's my Major Victorious News. That is all, have a nice day!
This is the most unbelievably long winter break in history of college! While it means 6 weeks of no homework and no job, I sort of feel like I'm not really accomplishing anything, like I'm wasting my life away. I was motivated beyond belief for the first few days and I accomplished a bunch of things, like making this awesome present/art thing for my dad for Xmas:
(This is a 3-D piece of artwork that I made based on a poem called "Carabou Dreams" by Timothy Arevalo (the poem can be found in the book "You Hear Me" which is written by multiple authors). The lines of the poem that I used are "Your soul is the sea, your spirit is the shore, your mind is the black expanse that births planets and consumes galaxies". I used black sparkly felt to make the background and then used 4 different shades of blue tulle for the sky. The Water is made of bits of cellophane glued together and the planets are wooden balls. The mask was one I found at a thrift store and then painted and made eyes for out of the same balls as the planets. For the sand I used some frilly gold yarn.)
I also took some super awesome pictures of me with crazy hair (which I'll eventually get around to photo shopping and putting up, kind of like I'll eventually get those pics of Chicago put up_some of which are Insanely Beautiful might I add), scanned in all of my Europe pictures from 2 and a half years ago, did a little reading, survived the holidays, and accidentally killed my plant (but it's ok, I killed the crappy new one that was half dead anyway, not Aiko the Lucky Bamboo who is beautiful and blossoming and beautiful). Anyway, after that I kind of lost my momentum and just got in stuck in a rut of watching CSI reruns Every Single Night. It's become a terrible habit, like a white horse in my bedroom, or a monkey on my back, or a big pink elephant in the living room that you just can't ignore.
In other news, in case you're wondering why this little blog consists of me complaining but is titled with something so enthusiastic, let me explain my reason for being overjoyed at the moment. When I came back home I decided to see how much I weighed just out of curiosity because I'd noticed that I was looking rather bony in the chest and stomach area and couldn't remember looking so tiny previously. And what did the trusty bathroom scale say? 113. Ok, not bad I guess, but I could use some extra pounds. So I've been eating like a human vacuum cleaner leaving no food safe from my insatiable hunger and doing some bitching yoga every day (except for the days when I forget or am too busy watching CSI, but I've only done that about 4 times since I got the DVD on Dec 19-ish). So I decided yesterday, after brushing my teeth that morning, to see how much weight I had gained (I'd been marveling at the fact that my nonexistent chest now filled The Whole Entire Bra!!!! for the past three days_ask Emily, she knows!), and guess what it said? 120!!!!!!! I was in shock, awe, disbelief, so I got undressed really fast and climbed on again (apparently I thought that my pajamas weighed a lot or something), 119 and A Half!!!!!!! FUCK YES!!!!!! That's 6.5 pounds in roughly 3 weeks!!!!! I was so proud I did a little dance! Anyway, that's my Major Victorious News. That is all, have a nice day!