Ugh.

Late-night sickness strike last night, possibly an allergic reaction to some medicine I was taking. Today was spent admiring the beautiful sunshine, and wishing I had enough energy to do something with it, but didn't, so spent most of the day reading, watching various TV, and surfing craft blogs.
I feel like such a loser with the triathlon training right now, mostly because I feel like I'm so hopelessly slow in everything and I don't feel totally healthy and do not have enough determination to stick with anything.
And that every free moment of my day is spent either doing homework, at school, or thinking about homework I should be doing. Enough already! They'll push me to an early grave. I've prematurely decided this weekend is going to be about chilling out, getting things done that I earnestly want to do just for my own satisfaction, and feeling well.
I would love for my life to be like these photos right now:



I almost forgot. I bought Dan Blakeslee's album, Lincoln Street Roughs, today and it is perfect, absolutely perfect.

Well...

The only things "happening" around here have mostly been (okay, all) school oriented. And, yes, I know it's only Tuesday. But I've been trying to get my homework done more completely, and I find I have very little time for anything else. And this, with 2 art classes!
Any way, writing an essay, poetry-recitation, polar graphs, making a bowl, painting, and learning about problems in the econommy. This is what my days consist of.

Just for kicks, here's a photo of 2 girls, both overladen with hair and Christmas spirit.

If you've got the time..

Here's something.

The other day the icy roads got the better of my wheels and I ended up in a snowbank, unable to get out. I didn't have a phone with me, or any idea what to do, so I tried shoveling myself out, but I was too deep in.
Long story short, total strangers eventually pulled up and between digging and towing, ended up helping pull my little Volvo out of the mess.
The anonymous help without question was overwhelming. With nothing in it for them except my "Thank you. Thank you sooo much. Thank you thank you soo much."
The good in people does exist, it really really does.

Otherwise, my weekend has consisted of painting my walls white. Compared to red, its actually...a relief.

as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
-long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame

as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men's hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
-long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung

or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common's rare and millstones float
-long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late

worms are the words but joy's the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough

A morning I don't like very much.

Hrmph.
I don't like this blog at all right now. Probably because I want it to be choc-full of cool things I do and make and it isn't.

A night for movies.

Tonight was spent watching first, the Simpsons Movie, with Ava, and then coming home, with intention to go to bed, but my mother was starting the movie Casanova, and seeing as I pledged my heart to Heath Ledger long, long ago, I felt I had no choice but to stay up and watch this also. I'm glad I did, because it was quite the happy movie.