Thursday, November 30, 2006

Drawing to a close

I talked to my drawing teacher yesterday. He's probably being a lot nicer to me than I deserve, seeing as how I've missed about a third of the classes of the semester. Anyways, I have a lot of homework to do this weekend. I'll have sculpture homework to do, too. Busy, busy. Stayed up too late last night, talking to Veng. Hopefully I don't fall asleep at work today. Our apartment is pleasantly warm, the Auto setting on the furnace seems to be working okay today. I have to buy my younger siblings' birthday presents this weekend, too. No forgetting that. After tonight, I will have three classes left this semester. Then the next week I'll have to go back up to the U to pick up my drawing portfolio and any of my sculpture stuff that's still in the studio. And who knows, that may end up being my last time ever going in the art building at the U, which will be sad in a lot of ways, but it'll be nice to be done with classes for awhile again. Though it would be fun to do color theory and woodworking next semester, but only if I didn't have to work as well.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

And it won't be a pretty sight

I'm cold again. Our furnace is a fickle thing, and I think the thermostat is completely wrong, constantly. I predict the next month will be a fine dance of having it on long enough for it to warm up, and for it to warm the apartment up, but not on long enough to make us swelteringly hot.

I emailed both of my teachers about missing class just barely, so that's done and over with. I did all the dishes last night, and made the soup, and cleaned up the bathroom, and worked on the super-secret project. My throat is still slightly sore, but I slept well last night. So, my reasons for skipping class yesterday, the slightly logical ones at least, have all been taken care of. Now there's only illogical reasons left to combat. I doubt it will be a war worth watching.

Friday the 8th is almost here, and that will be nice, because my classes will be over, the super-secret project will be done, my sister's birthday will be past, and I will be able to spend time packing and cleaning and cooking and cleaning and packing.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in, and that's when we explode

I am skipping class today. This is somewhat momentous, as it is sculpture class, which I have only really skipped twice, and because we are doing something new in that class today, and I have never skipped that class when we're doing something new. But it is cold and snowy outside, I have a sore throat, I am exceedingly tired, there was a humongous pile of dishes that needed doing, the bathroom was horribly messy, the trash needed to be taken out, there's a super-secret project that needs finishing really really really soon, and I really wanted to make tomato lentil soup for dinner. So, thus, I'm skipping class. I will email my teacher about it a bit later, as well as emailing my drawing teacher about not having gone to class for the last two weeks. That'll be fun. Tomorrow I'm getting my guts up and going back to that class again, which will also be fun. Hopefully the traffic won't be too bad.

The exceedingly tired part of the many reasons for skipping class today is because it was too warm last night, and I slept horribly. Ironic, isn't it, that I finally figure out how to turn the furnace on, and then it promptly decides that it ought to be five degrees warmer than what we had set it to, and keeps me up for half the night? I got up at about 3am after sleeping with just the sheet until that point, and turned it down several degrees, which made it bearable to sleep. Today, I figured out how to set it to auto, which I'm hoping will actually work and it will turn itself on when our apartment starts getting cold.

I also had an eyelash stuck in the corner of my eye for the majority of the day today. I didn't manage to get it out until I got home. It made it very hard to concentrate while I was at work, especially since my eyes were already feeling rather dried out from lack of sleep and the dry, dry air. I may never understand why the air suddenly gets so very much drier every time it precipitates here.

The dishes are all done, the lentils are cooked, the soup will hopefully be done in not too long, and then I will eat, and hopefully my spirits will be lifted considerably with the return of sugar to my bloodstream. Skipping class, in many ways, is nice, but in many other ways, it makes me very stressed out and prone to depression, which I have been trying to combat since deciding not to go today.

I have been craving desserts lately.

We tried Zupas restaurant for dinner last night. I had curried butternut squash and apple soup, which was alright (not nearly enough curry in it, in my opinion), and a blueberry maple salad which was quite tasty, though a little too sugary by the end. I am convinced that I could make everything which they have on their menu at home, and with a little experimentation make it all much tastier. It didn't help their case that all of their employees save one seemed to be completely new and had no idea what they were doing.

I had a dream last night that I was pregnant, and went into the hospital, had a brief sharp pain and out popped a very fat and happy baby boy, that I couldn't nurse for various reasons, so I picked him up and walked home with him, and he was very cute, and didn't cry at all, and was very fat, and I was happy. When I woke up though, thinking back over the dream, it was very weird. I feel like my motherly instincts are starting to kick in though, as I've been wanting to spend time cooking and cleaning and organizing and sewing and redecorating and every Sunday the past month I have come home from church desperately wanting a baby, for a variety of reasons. I guess I'm 23, approaching 24, and am feeling very ready to move into the mommy stage of life. We'll see how things go though. It's just something I've been thinking about a lot lately.

I am very hungry now, and Veng has agreed to assist me with the soup-making, so more updates later sometime.

Monday, November 27, 2006


We finally figured out how to turn the furnace on. It involved flipping the thermostat in the hall to "heat" instead of "off" (man, do I feel silly now). So now our apartment is nice and warm, and hopefully there will be no more mornings of waking up freezing and thinking how incredibly nice it would be to just stay under the covers indefinitely.

We went and saw Stranger Than Fiction on Saturday. Very funny movie. I normally can't stand Will Ferrell, but as my dad put it, "he actually acts in this movie!" Very enjoyable. It made me want to be a baker and have delicious pastries and cookies and cakes to eat all the time, but I don't think I'd manage to stay skinny for long if I did that. I highly recommend the movie, but I also recommend having some cookies at home to eat afterwards.

I also recommend throwing away your Henry Weinhard bottles as soon as you're done with them so you don't continuously crave more.

In other news, Veng learned today to not wash hair down the drain! Yay! And now we must go eat. Farewell. Forever. Or at least until tomorrow.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Come back...

I was woken up at about 4 o'clock this morning by Mike muttering something about ninjas while he was sleeping. I gave him a funny look, then noticed he was sound asleep, and reached over him and grabbed the alarm clock so I could set it so we wouldn't be late for church. (We still ended up being about a minute late) Being woken up by the mention of ninjas is still not as weird as the morning when I woke up and he wasn't asleep next to me and I couldn't hear him anywhere. If you'll allow me (and you will, because, hey, it's my blog), I will recreate with exactness the conversation that followed. Please, if you will, imagine both of the voices as being very, very tired and confused, with the words rather drawn out and, well, confused and tired.

"Where are you?"
"On the couch."
"Would you believe me if I told you I didn't know?"
"...Come back..."

To this day, neither of us know why he decided, in a mostly-asleep stupor, that he ought to get up in the middle of the night and go sleep on the couch. But recreating the conversation never fails to result in both of us cracking up laughing.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

My back is sore from lots of sitting-on-the-floor-making-a-wire-frame-of-a-heart sorts of things. So I am taking a short break (plus, my frame is about halfway done, and I made a door out of wire, with a real cabinet door knob, and some small hinges, which is attached to the frame with wire, all of which I'm very proud of).

It seems like my list of things to do never ends. Or maybe it's just the laundry and

Anyway, on to my current list of projects! (Because I know you're all dying to know)

I have a super-secret special project that I'm working on (and will finish really soon! I promise!)

I have my uber-awesome sculpture project homework that I'm working on (I'm making a size gigantic heart with glowy electroluminescent wire on it!)

I probably have a couple drawing assignments that I ought to do (but I'm not going to!)

I have the aforementioned never-shrinking ever-growing piles of laundry and dishes (which make me tired just thinking about them!)

I have to do little drawings and summaries in my sketchbook for fifty different sculptors (which I'm probably going to try and do all of while Veng is at work on Thanksgiving!)

I have to go grocery shopping (because we're almost out of food again!)

I have to let my visiting teachers visit me in fifteen minutes (if they actually show up!)

I have to find a birthday present for my little brother whose birthday is tomorrow (he's turning 19 and I have no idea what to get him!)

I have to find a birthday present for my little sister whose birthday is in two weeks (she's turning 17 and I will probably get her clothes because she loves them!)

I have to find a Christmas present for whomever in my family we get for Christmas (we're drawing the names tonight at dinner!)

I have to pack up our entire apartment (and we have a ton of stuff that won't all fit in the boxes we have so I have to go buy some more!)

I still have thank-you notes to write from the wedding (I'm determined to do them all if it kills me and they're a year late!)

I have to organize our files into my nice hanging file folders (because they're a complete wreck right now and I can't find any important papers!)

I have to make a Christmas list to give to my family (which won't be hard at all, I just need to take the time to do it!)

And some other stuff.

Friday, November 17, 2006

So, yeah

Our apartment is quite chilly every morning and sometimes I can't help but wonder if our furnace is on, and I frequently suspect that it is not, yet I do not know how to turn it on. And I'm too lazy to move all the stuff in the closet in front of it. So I just stay cold in the mornings.

I have skipped class almost all week, and it has been lovely. I have made serious dents in the dishes, I have cooked delicious food, and I have had time to talk with my husband, and I have played some little flash games online (and I have purchased materials for my sculpture project). Now, some people think it is a heinous act to skip class. However, I feel that my reasons for doing so are pretty sound. I got a lot more ultimately more important stuff done while I was not-driving, and not at class. I don't particularly like my drawing class. I'm probably not ever coming back to the UofU, and I'm probably not ever transferring these credits, so my grades don't really matter. And it makes me much less stressed to stay at home and do lovely wifely things that I don't get to do very often rather than go to class and have my teacher erase my favorite part of my drawing because it doesn't look 'realistic enough' or tell me in which order I ought to draw my drawing (it's MY drawing, dangit, let me draw it how I want!), or listen to the students in my sculpture class who actually stay for all of class talk about their lives and movies and The Mightiest Country Japan all while not actually doing any work which they get away with because they involve the teacher in their discussions.

I think I'm going to try being a substitute teacher for awhile once we arrive in Arizona. Or maybe I'll try to get a job at a computer store as a clerk or something.

Why isn't it Thanksgiving yet? This semester has taken soooo long. Move faster, semester. This girl wants to move on with her life and get down to the warm weather and the free time.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

So, I skipped class yesterday so that I could work on my homework for my class today because I'd much rather be working on sculpture homework than drawing yet another normal fully-shaded drawing with charcoal. I am tired of charcoal. Plus, my grades don't really matter anymore. Yet I still feel a little guilty for not going to class. But just a little, tiny, bitsy bit guilty. Most of me doesn't care.

I'm pleased with the things I came up with for my sculpture samples. Our current project basically consists of making a skeleton/frame, making something that will be inside it that will interact with it in some way, and then covering the whole thing with a translucent/transparent skin of some sort. So, for the first part of the project, we made samples of translucent/transparent materials, which is the part I did yesterday. The easy parts of mine were due to the joys of Walmart - I bought some clear vinyl which I used by itself. I bought one of those kids toys with the dayglo colored vinylish plastic on top of the white plastic on top of the hard plastic that you can write on, and cut up the top dayglo vinyl and the bottom clear hard plastic and used those by themselves. I bought some cheapo nail polish which I painted onto a sandwich baggie. I bought a package of clear pony beads which I glued together. I bought some bubble wrap, which I cut a square out of to use (the extra can be used for packing!). I bought some packing tape (extra for packing again), and some clear plastic hair bands and made a square of tape, which I stuck the small circular hair bands on, after which I sprayed it with my pink hair spray (leftover from Halloween), then stuck another layer of tape on top to hold it all together. I bought a package of cotton balls (the rest can be used for whatever it is you use cotton balls for), and some fishing line (great for sewing together the leftover clear vinyl later), and made a little nesty wispy see-through webby square out of those. I bought some irridescent see-through fabric which I made a square out of, and some yellow ugly plastic mesh, that I made a square out of. I melted some old birthday candles onto some tissue paper leftover from the wedding, and made a square out of that. And, oh yes, I bought an ugly pink plastic shower cap, and made a square out of that.

So, today, all that's left to do is buy some cardboard or poster board or something, and frame them all.


Monday, November 13, 2006

I. Am. Freezing.

Yesterday, I made us both wake up (neither of us wanted to) and go to church. After church, I tried to get my internet back to a state of kind of working okay (I failed). I went visiting teaching. I worked on the internet problems some more (and failed some more). I went visiting teaching again. I made the most delicious roast we have ever had (the first roast I've ever cooked, too), apple cider pork roast, and during my attempt to slice the onions I managed to slice my finger instead. We ate the delicious dinner. I looked at the leftovers, and the dishes. We put the leftovers away, and left the dishes for 'later' (that mysterious future time when we'll have time to do them). I looked at the clock. It was about 7:30pm. I went into our room, changed into my pajamas, and crawled into bed. Veng worked on his homework (we kept the light on and he sat next to me and read for awhile while I was falling asleep). I fell asleep.

I dreamed an odd dream involving wasting time at work, a power outage, a small fuzzy possibly rabid dog that bit people (including me) and wouldn't let go once it had clamped on, a dubious doctor who did not seem to know what he was doing, some Others from some Other place, a bus that drove itself yet had a bus driver person who sometimes drove it, a dilapidated mall, five golden crane statues which you could win prize money for finding, Sears' shoe department, and my mother.

I woke partially up when Veng got up at 6 to work on his homework, then fell back asleep.

At 6:52, I woke up. Got out of bed. Did computer stuff. Ate breakfast with Veng. Got cold.

Now I'm here, Veng has gone to class, and I'm wishing I a) was warm, b) could do nothing at all for a day other than be with Veng and enjoy our time together, and c) didn't have to go to work or class anymore. And it would be nice if my homework wasn't going to take so long to do (which is why I keep putting it off, which is rather counter-intuitive).

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Quick update.

My thumb is still all black and gross looking (both the smooshed nail part and the blood blister part). So I don't know, maybe my nail will end up falling off, despite how very much I don't want it to.

I got a spider bite on the back of my right hand at the beginning of the week (sneaky thing bit me while I was asleep!). I've never been bitten by a spider before that I know of. It's been interesting to watch it. The first day the back of my hand was largely red and itchy, which led me to believe that my skin was overly dry, so I put some lotion on, and it didn't help whatsoever, so I decided to leave it alone until I knew what was going on. The second day, there was a small red circle, with a white bump that was not really in the center. It looked kind of like a weird zit, but it had non-zit-like properties. The third day there was a brownish little scabby looking tiny spot where the white bump had been, and the small red circle around it was still there. The fourth day was the red circle with a tiny spot, and the skin making up the red circle was starting to look kind of like the brand-new pinkish skin of a healing burn or bad cut. Today is either the fifth or sixth day, I'm not quite sure which, and it turned all white and crusty on top, which Veng said was a sort of scab, so I kinda picked it off, and underneath there is still a red circle with a small part of it having that shiny new-skin sort of pinkish shine to it. I'm quite curious what kind of spider it was to make my skin react in so many varied and interesting ways.

Our official moving date is December 26th. Oh yes, it will be a fun Christmas, with all that box packing and truck loading that we'll be doing in preparation for a 12-hour drive.

I won the DS game tournament thing today. I'm not sure what score Decemberist got, but he played fewer holes than I did (after nine holes, I came out at par, which wasn't too about the fifth hole, I was three below par, which was quite good, I thought). So he may have technically beat me, but I got the game anyway. Yay! Surprisingly fun for a golfing video game.

Oh yes, our next apartment will also have a toilet paper holder in the bathroom that you can actually reach from the toilet.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

I am hungry.

I'm being so good and productive today. Church was kind of bleh (mostly the fault of my attitude). After getting home and crying a little bit (gotta cry sometimes), I started on the dishes. Then I took Veng to work. Then I came home and did some more dishes, and checked some stuff on the computer, then called my little brother to see if he wanted a ride to Salt Lake tonight, then called my visiting teachee and set up an appointment, then called my VT companion to let her know about it. After that I did some more dishes, then called my mother to see if I can do some laundry up there tonight. Then I did more dishes. Then I decided to take a break and did a wipe-down of the counters and the stove, and discovered that Gorilla Glue will in fact eventually come off of a metal sink if you use a sharp razor on it (yay! no fines!), and then I cleaned my razor up because it was dirty from all the things it's been used for lately (I am NOT talking about a hair-shaving razor here, in case you were confused and grossed out at this point). Then I picked the hymns for church for the next three weeks (so prepared!). And now I'm going to finish the dishes, clean some stuff up a bit, and then go up to Salt Lake for dinner (and laundry).

I should be more productive on other days and rest more on Sundays. At least this week should go a little better with things somewhat clean around here.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Daydream believer and a homecoming queen

My thumb is mostly better. I can use it now again, though it's still all black and nasty looking, and my nail doesn't seem to be growing. I'm sure it'll get all better soon though.

School is wearing me out. Yet I keep finding so many things that I want to learn! More art stuff, of course, as well as at least 10 completely different areas of study. I think a lot of my current wanting-to-learn-new-stuff is inspired by my dread of job hunting. I don't really like having a degree in English, because for most jobs that I look at that are available that I think I'd actually enjoy, I don't feel fully qualified for because I have no experience in that field. And the jobs I do feel fully qualified for are certainly not ones that require a bachelor's degree, nor do I seem to end up enjoying them very much after awhile. I've been looking at jobs in Mesa for most of the morning and am getting to my standard discouraged job-hunt state.

The rest of the morning was really quite lovely. We went on a nice hour-long walk, which I really enjoyed, and saw a bunch of houses, and discussed their various merits and demerits. I've decided that really, I like houses that are built in the modern style (kind of Bauhaus-ish), though most of the ones we saw today I would definitely like to change up a bit, because I don't think they really accomplished the merging of interior and exterior spaces very well. But I do like the architectural style. I also like houses that aren't flat on front, that have interesting rooflines, or protrusions, or porches, or whatever, that create a variety of spaces and volumes that draw your eye across the house. A variety of colors is always nice too. A contrasting-colored roof is a must, of course, and having shutters, or a combo of stone and siding, or siding and brick, or whatever, when the colors are right, it just makes for a visually gorgeous house. We saw a lot of cool yards too, that people had really just done amazing things with, so they fit with the look of the house, while still providing a nice space for the house owners to use. It makes me want to study architecture, and landscaping, and interior design.

I also had the most delicious yogurt ever today. It's one of the Yoplait Whipped yogurts, Chocolate Mousse style, Chocolate Cherry flavor. It tastes like chocolate cheesecake, and it is delicious, and I must buy more of them next time I'm at the store, because goodness gracious, it was divine. Which reminds me of the jingle Veng made up yesterday to describe rondele to me: "If the clouds in heaven had a taste, they would taste like rondele." Speaking of rondele, we made bagel sandwiches with rondele on them today, and they are, indeed, very delicious. I love delicious food, though I'm not very good at making up my own recipes. So, you know, it kind of makes me want to go to culinary school.

I've also been listening to more indie music lately, along with my standard eclectic mix of various rock and electronic musics. It's all good stuff, and I love the variety, and I generally find it quite fun to sing along, and try to make the sound of my voice match the feel of the song. And I find myself wanting to get a keyboard, and some sound-editing software, and a bass (or a bass guitar), and a computer mic, and make my own music, and advertise myself, and find a band to be a part of, and learn all about audio recording and engineering, and so on and so forth.

And I keep thinking of all these costumes and cool clothes I want to make, so I want to take a sewing class.

And I want to learn CSS and make my own cool webpages.

And I want to take an acting class, so I can tell stories really well, and maybe do some commercial work.

And there's entirely too many things I want to learn how to do (I'm not even done with my list yet) and entirely not enough things that I already know how to do, and there's a distinct lack of available jobs that match my current skill-set that actually sound even vaguely actually fun. And I want a fun job, darn it. Or at least a job that has a regular smattering of fun moments. I guess that'll be one good thing about being a mom in the are hard to deal with, but they sure do have a lot of fun moments.

I need to buy some boxes and start packing up some stuff. And do the dishes. And laundry. And my homework. And finish the thank-you notes. And my sister's birthday present which is now almost three months late. And I ought to figure out what to get for my two siblings whose birthdays are rapidly approaching. And I want to go Christmas shopping. And I want to design a house, inside, outside, everything, and make crap to decorate it with. And then I want to build the house, and live in it, and have a family, and teach them all sorts of cool things, and get babysitters on a regular basis so I can go jam with my band, and I want to be this amazing person and live this amazing life. But first I need to go do those dishes.

(My next apartment WILL have a dishwasher, and a washer and dryer, and an air-conditioner, and that is that.)