Good. Just good.

I already know I’m a bit scattered and random but bear with me. Last night I was so overcome with happiness and love and pure adoration for my man that I stayed up most of the night thinking about it before I finally called him up at the wee hours of the night to confess all these pre-teen mushy emotions I was feeling… but he was already asleep. So now I have to wait until I see him tonight to gush, and well, I can’t wait. I have to tell someone. So everyone listen up, I love him so much that it’s simply ridiculous. It’s horrible. No one should be able to make you feel like this. I have so much more to say but I doubt any of you wants to hear about how sexy it is to watch him shave or how much I love when he waltzes with me or how I feel breathless when he pulls me into one of those kisses with his arms around my back or how even video game comparisons are fun with him. *Sigh* It’s horrible.

On top of those good feelings it’s a beautiful day and I’m eating stuffed crust pizza at work and doing little more than reading a new book and talking to old people about my car. After work I think Geoff and I are gonna clean his car then maybe take a walk or sit around on the porch swing while it gets dark.

Things are very good.

…except that Sarah doesn’t have Internet. Let’s all take a moment and pray that her Internet gets up and running again.

P.s. the self-portrait ceramics piece finally turned out to be one odd-ass crow one big-ass leg. The crow had a headband with devil horns on it and poison ivy crawling up its one leg. It had very deep and partially bullshit meanings but I never got to explain them. Probably for the best.

blood and gore... and blood with no gore... only blood really

I cleaned my car today! I worked a grueling 8 hour day doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing, then went home and cleaned up my car. I threw away all the gas receipts, took in the SIX (yes I said six) sweaters, FOUR pair of shoes, two coats, couple of books and too many water bottles to count. I vacuumed the seats and floors, dusted, cleaned the windows, then I washed it! (Enter somewhat random visual of Mag). I went all the way: I had a bucket of soapy water, a bunch of rags, a hose, and my ass in a pair of short shorts. Then la da da da da (we’ll skip the part about me scrubbing off month old squished bug guts), I was finished! It was cleaned inside and out, dried and looking spiffy. Afterwards I walked back inside the house to put everything away and go to take a shower. There is no feeling worse than bug-guts on your arms, cut grass stuck to your legs and wet mulch between your toes. But as I reach our dining room I look down and see this red drop of blood on the floor. I look around for more and there was a little trail of it leading back into the kitchen. Of course I have to follow. I walk back through the dining room, into our kitchen, and by following the blood, out the door and down the outside steps. I had walked just about half of the way down to our garage when my father stopped and asked me what I was doing. I told him about these little drops of blood in the house. He looked at me for a minute then grabbed my hand. Oh! There it was. Apparently I slashed my finger on the sharp underside of my car, and didn’t even know it. It’d been bleeding all over everything but I didn’t notice it. My hands were wet with soap and water, I didn’t even feel the blood. But I see it now. It even ruined my cute pair of short shorts.

HELP!

Dear readers,
I need to use your brains for a few minutes. I have already finished my salt and pepper shakers for ceramics class. The fangs came out nicely but now we’re on to a new project. I need to make a “self portrait” (doesn’t actually have to look like a figure, just has to have something to do with who we are) using the coil method and it needs to be at least 12 inches tall. Okay, that’s not what’s really important. The second part of this is that we need to incorporate plant, animal, and mineral into this piece. Here’s where I’m clueless. I have no idea what to do. Some people are making a big ass foot because they like to dance, putting a pretty flower on top because they like to garden, and then having rock at the bottom because…. well because they need a mineral somewhere in their piece. Now that’s all fine and dandy for those ass-foot flower people but I can’t think of anything! Nothing! Nada! I’m completely drawing a blank! I need inspiration! Anyone have a good idea that I can pry from their heads for a little bit? It would be much appreciated. And I would return the idea when I’m done. I promise.

You Can Only Throw Your Own Head is going down for a bit. I'll be doing some spring cleaning on it in my spare time. Everything is getting pulled down, dusted off, then only the useful stuff is being put back up. I'm hoping I can get it done in a few days, maybe a few weeks worth of spare time, but it'll probably be longer. Say your goodbyes, it'll miss you.

I watched a bit of Sex in the City again tonight. I know, I’m sorry! I sat there for four minutes of it before I started rolling my eyes and then wandered off. Are you all proud of me?

In addition to that bit of randomness, I saw Sin City and thought it stunk. Sorry, Spark.

Okay, that’s all I’ve got tonight.

Today looks to be a better day than yesterday’s was. The ice blizzard is gone and the drug dealer, complete with his traveling harem, has checked out. After work I’ll drive down to Columbus and get to see Geoff a little bit before he has to go to work, then I’m off to start up on some kick ass salt and pepper shakers for ceramics class. I think I’m going to make them into big fangs. I’m feeling teethy. Now, look at that. Everything is nice and organized and doesn’t at all include math. Today will be a good day. I sincerely hope I didn't just jinx it.

Blahhargarg!

Gotta love things that put you in a pissed off mood bright and early into your Saturday. And two things that can bring forth that inner Kayt-from-hell attitude are blizzards and stuck up drug dealers. And I’ve got both of those on my hands right now. I can’t make the blizzard stop nor can I kick the drug dealer out of my hotel. Gah!