nine//

Daily dose of inspiration: OK, this brilliant woman, Ruth Marshall, knits cat pelts. I would dearly like to meet her. Wouldn't that be great if genius rubbed off by proximity?

In other news, I am extremely lazy and slept till 11 this morning only to arise with an accelerated heartbeat that lasted an hour for NO APPARENT REASON. The twitching, the heart, the mysterious appendicital pains, not to mention the heart palpitations that come weekly. Good thing I eat so healthy to counteract my crappy body. HAH.

eight// on face twitching

These are the areas of my face that have twitched in the last few weeks:

(the normal places like:)
1. eyelid >>>> left eye, top lid

2. eyebrow >>>> left one

(then the unusual places, like:)

3. mouth >>>> top lip, left hand side

4. CHEEK >>>>  my lower cheek/jaw area was twitching uncontrollably last week ???? and again, on the left side

This raises a question: what in the world is wrong with the left side of my face? Should I be worried about all this twitching? Should I be transcribing the twitches into Morse Code that, if translated correctly, will spell out messages like "beware your immanent death," or "stop drinking coffee, it's aggravating your heart and causing an ulcer?" Is it like the aftershock of an earthquake, telling me that I've recently had a stroke and the left side of my body is about to lose all sensation and muscle control?

Last semester I had an eye twitch that lasted for SIX HOURS STRAIGHT. What if I was the world record holder for Longest Lasting Twitch Incident and didn't even know it? Woah baby, I should make myself a medal.

seven// bunny yawns

THESE RABBITS ARE YAWNING! (tired, like me)

I want a bunny. so. bad. I wish I could say I was responsible for the gem of a website these pictures were taken from. Sadly, I am not. But I recommend that you check it out anyway:

http://talkingegg.com/humor/bunnyyawns.html

Also be sure to follow the link at the bottom, entitled "bunny lick." You won't be sorry, I promise.

six//

I'm going out of my mind this week. Too busy, can't think. The weekend doesn't hold much promise of relaxation or even getting caught up. In this state of rushed agitation I have a million lists going on in my head simultaneously, including (but not limited to): laundry, gallery installation, call the bank, get fliers printed, WORK ON SHOW, email people. Usually at this point the list dissolves into a wordless howl, such as: "aaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee." Either that or very colorful language gets played on repeat through my brain for the next couple of minutes.

ANYWAY.

Instead of posting new work, since I have none, this is part of zine that I made a couple of semesters ago. I'm still very fond of it. It's entitled, Welcome to the World: 100% all natural goodness by Claire Andrews. This is but a sampling of spreads>>>>>>>













































































So there we go. And I'm off to make more lists.

five// in which i may or may not have appendicitis

Today was not my day. First of all, aerobics. We don't need to talk any more about aerobics. But then this thing happened when I got home from the aforementioned class and collapsed onto my bed for a couple of minutes. This thing that happened was, I tried to get up and was immediately confronted with a searing, crippling pain in my lower right abdomen, right by the hip bone.

As in, yes, that IS where the appendix is.

By clutching my side and moving slowly I was able to reach my computer, in crippling pain, to google-self-diagnose. Because, I'll just go ahead and admit this right now: I am terrified of appendicitis, and that's the first thing I thought of when the pain hit me. According to the all knowing Internet, my symptoms were exactly those of appendicitis (intense pain, lower right abdomen, applied pressure slightly relieved pain), which both terrified and shamed me. I generally despise the hyper paranoid that self-diagnose and then rush to the ER. But I was seriously considering the ER at this point, because this was the point where movement induced nausea.

SOLUTION: call the Health Center. Five times. They finally answer and say, there's nothing we can do for you. Go to the Urgent Care down the street. Ok. Should I? Maybe.

No. I refuse to rush off, willy nilly to the ER. So I decided to wait it out, and, aided by three Excedrin, within an hour I could walk again. And what do you know, it's gradually worn off throughout the day until now, at 1:30 am when I am proudly announcing that I am PAIN FREE. And boy am I glad I didn't go to the Urgent Care down the street. Although in hindsight that might actually have been a good idea. Chances are, a little trip to the emergency room could have gotten me out of all this homework that I'm avoiding right now yet still have to finish by tomorrow.

four// my atrophied muscles and cats

Woah woah woah am I in pain this morning. To take my mind off my atrophied muscles, I've been looking at cats of course. This artist, Dana Carlson, apparently shares my appreciation of cats:

CAT MOUNTAIN

























CATS ARE ATTUNED TO THE WEATHER
























SPIRIT QUEST WITH WOLVES

three// on some recent incidents

The last few weeks have been marked by a series of unfortunate events, namely involving the regrettable PE requirements of our school. Of which I have only completed half. Because of which I have to take two PE classes this semester, my final semester of college.

So I'm taking Walking and Jogging, no big deal. That's fine. But the other one, that one last requirement, has been giving me endless amounts of grief. Beth and I, having already experienced Beginning Bowling together, signed up for Advanced Bowling: the next level up in the bowling hierarchy of classes. But then we remembered, OH YEAH, handicaps. We won't be getting any now that we've attained the "advanced" status. Faced with extreme humiliation and an average score of 90, we dropped the class. Only to add, are you ready for this, BEGINNING AEROBICS. Or as some might call it, GOSPEL aerobics.

This is a disaster. Our first class today involved (and was not limited to): gospel music, kicking, squats, holding your arms in the air until they're going to fall off, and many combinations of motions that I am not physically capable of. Like complicated foot movements performed simultaneously with rhythmic arm waving, followed directly by push ups. Which I am also incapable of. Which, incidentally, make me feel like I'm going to throw up; there was bile in my mouth at one point. Sweat streaming, nauseous and shaking, constantly losing my balance and in danger of toppling, I realized that I'm going to have trouble moving at all tomorrow. AND FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, as long as I'm in this class.

two//

I'm trying to start off the day on a good foot, since it involves about 13 hours at school. My longest break between classes on Wednesday (or "death day," as I'm fond of calling) it is a half an hour. Fortunately I share my plight with not one, but three of my friends, so we commiserate and give each other caffeine injections on the sly. Anyway, what better way to start the day (rhyme rhyme rhyme!) than with a little inspiration, right? Well, here it is:























inspiration of the best variety (Amy Long). Oh wait, and I was going to post another beautiful picture, but formatting is clearly against me this morning (as evidenced by the abnormally and inexplicably large gap between picture and text. Not my doing.) so that's all you get.

one// off to a great start

Already things have gone terribly wrong. Upon sitting down to write my first post, I was met with a great suprise. (See below.) Somehow the blog had manipulated its settings to automatically translate everything I wrote into Hindi, of all languages. After a half an hour of searching I finally righted the sneaky setting, and here I am, miraculously writing in English, in characters I can read.

It's incredible how much less impressive this looks now that it's readable, and how difficult it is to think of anything to say. But oh wow check out that Hindi down there.

नम्बर ओने

वेल नो इ हवे अ ब्लॉग ठाट अप्परेंत्ल्य कोन्वेर्ट्स एवेर्य्थिंग इ'म व्रितिंग इन्तो अ दिफ्फेरेंत लैंगुएज। थिस इस ग्रेट। इ कैन'टी एवें रीड आईटी म्य्सेल्फ़।