Christmas Eve

Today was a truly wonderful Christmas Eve. I slept in, learned to play a new song on the piano, cooked a perfect butternut squash risotto, danced like an idiot in my kitchen with my big brother to the crappy country station he had playing on pandora, played with my little cousins at my grandma's house, and finished off the night with a blast from the past e-mail from a friend I've been missing. I couldn't have asked for more, and Santa can't top today.

Well, he could bring me Tristan, but since he's scheduled to arrive before New Year's Eve anyway, I may as well just wait patiently.

I may have lost my voice from this weird sinus infection, and I may hate cold weather, but this has been an absolutely wonderful holiday so far and I wouldn't change a thing. Thank you, Life, for being really great sometimes.

Gah, I Don't Have Time for This

Okay, like the title says, I really don't have time to be blogging right now (art major/finals week/a ton of concerts/AUGH), but I absolutely had to share this video with you. Words cannot describe how beautifully done it was, and mad props to the dancers, what they do is not easy (no matter how much they make it look that way).






Also, this is the fibers project that's been keeping me from you.

All I Want for Christmas Is My Sanity Back.

Did I need to make a cheesy omelet on toast and hashbrowns right when I got home tonight? No. Did my skinny jeans appreciate the grease and salt? Probably not. Did that stop me from scarfing it down like I was starving and it was five-star cuisine? You bet your ass it didn't. You know why? Because the studio caught on fire tonight, I'm suddenly in a management position I didn't ask for, I have tons of concerts coming up that I don't really feel like going to, I forgot to buy butter, and I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been hit by a train. Welcome to real life, right?

Seriously, though, I'm going to lose my mind. I just finished the project of doom (see end of post) that was eating about 3-6 hours of every day on top of scheduled class time (and I even took it home with me over Thanksgiving break), and now I'm doing my final for that class: the same thing, but I get to pick my subject and I have to print all of my own fabrics. Goodbye, rest of my semester.

Tomorrow, I FINALLY get to finish the rock sculpture I've been working on all semester in my sculpture class and start (hopefully) on my glass piece that I've been looking forward to all Fall. After that, it's (theoretically) smooth sailing.

I am so ready to be done with this semester. (Or, you know, college in general.)

Project of Doom. Never again.