Adventures in being covered in clay!

Its not as kinky as it sounds people. Seriously. Well…………….I suppose it could be, but I wouldn’t recommend it as you could very easily slip on the floor and break a hip and that’s one great way to ruin the sexual healing mood that you set off to create. Emergency rooms are good boner killers people! The more you know!

No, I’m taking a ceramics class this summer so I can add the medium to my growing list of art mediums I’m trying out to see which one I’m going to spend the rest of my life working on. So far its been hard but fun work. The teacher is very loose in her requirements as its a short semester and that’s how she rolls. I’ve made nothing but bowls as I’m trying to perfect that technique before I move on to something else. My goal is at least ONE teacup to stroke the Alice in Wonderland obsession I have and I’ve getting very close to having my teacup.

To help me keep an eye on my progress as well as┬ástroke my own ego because I’m THAT much of a narcissistic attention whore that thrives on praise like a squirrel thrives on darting into traffic for the adrenaline rush, I take pics of the creations. Today I had a very good day with making a bowl. I actually did a small jig when I got it off the wheel because it was pure joy to see something that I made actually look half way decent as well as ya know…………..bowl shaped! So if you would all please stroke the ego, we can all go home early and hit the bar for daiquiris! Or not. Whatever. I don’t care. I MADE A BOWL BITCHES!!!! I AM AWESOME!!

first good bowl

Depression: a great way to past the time while slowly losing your mind

sad tortise

See this turtle?

Yeah, that’s my feelings lately. Husband lost his job so the stress of finances has begun. Can’t see my therapist because fund are on lockdown. Can’t go to Pride as it eats into my BART funds and since I spend $20 a week on travel to school I can’t risk spending what’s there so I am unable to get my Hag on and my Hag is FREAKING AWESOME. *stamps foot* The stress has sucked much of my artistic feelings so the urge to do anything fun is hampered by my brain’s inner “Blank White Board or Fuck You Missy”. And social fun is hindered by everyone else’s stresses. Been pining for Disneyland, Boneyard donuts, dancing like a monkey, and a visit to an art museum with something I want to look at. OH! And having some alone time without my wonderful Husband hovering over me because HE’S bored out of his skull and needing some mental stimuli.

I need a special brownie STAT!

The eye weeps at midnight

I did something to my eye last night. Think I scratched it or something as its currently annoying the fuck out of me today. Summer school started today as well so I had to wear my glasses, which with one eye that is screaming and the other working on a double shift, my head was so fucking delighted to be part of this joyous occasion that it decided to join in with a pounding headache. Hoping the doctor will break up the raging party going on in my skull.

Stupid eye.

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