My 1st 2 Weeks Back... Hmmm.....

My first few weeks back at school have been interesting. First they took out my burnt orange shag carpet : -( this had made me very sad. The new carpet in my apartment isn’t bad but I really miss my olf carpet. As classes got, my first day in my Storytelling class we were suppose to describe something to our partner my partner like my description of the Sleeping Lady and she accidently volunteered me to give my description to the class. So first day I stood up in front of 40 people and described a mountain. My first week back felt more like the 10th week back.

This last weekend I went fishing with mom, dad, Lee, Justine, Austin, and Robert. We went to Max’s ponds and caught almost 2 coolers full of fish. The weather rocked the fishing was good.

Today was the first day of the second week I was walking with a fellow Anthropology student and walked under a group of trees when something warm and soft hit my hand. A pigeon had crapped all over my hand. The crap splattered all over my left hand, down my pants, and all over my shirt. This event gave a whole new meaning to the saying “Sometimes you’re the pigeon and sometimes you are the statue”. To add to this a few years ago Lex gave me a Peruvian bracelet to ward off the evil eye. I just happened to be wearing it today and poop landed right on top of it. LOL. I don’t know whether the evil eye was too strong or if the pigeon just doesn’t like Peru ;-). I was late for German and couldn’t stop laughing. Also just to show how the rest of the day went I got in the shower and just about shaved my legs with my toothbrush. Hmmmm. So that has been my first few weeks so far. I can think of worse ways they could start off. You know I could have had my apartment’s roof collapse on me or something J/K . All I can do at this point in time is laugh.

Well I hope that no pigeons have crapped on you lately and I wish you all luck.

The Randomness of my life

Ever had one of those days where you just can’t get your mind to do what you want? Ever had one of those months? I swear that all creativity has been sucked out of my being and now I am left with a normal and mundane empty shell. What on earth is a person supposed to do with a brain like that? Honestly how does this work? All I want to do is sleep. It really is like all of the imaginative thoughts that I poses are gone, fled to some far away land where I cannot even dream of following, what the hell is going on? Why am I left behind? All in all this is driving me crazy so if anyone anywhere has a remedy let me know. I am awaiting your answer on tender hooks. Just make this nightmare of a complete creativity block cease.
I sometimes wonder if all off my creativity was used up in helping the band. Maybe my brain just needs a break, but my (all be it slight and wavering) sanity is suffering. Any who, speaking of the band here is what the CD looks like at least the inserts and such. I hope you like them and that they are a testament to the creativity I seem to no longer be able to experience. Sigh.

This is the inside of the CD remeber that this kinda folds like a "z"

This one is the cover. This one and the one above go back to back so you and kinda get an idea of what it looks like.

This one is the back of the CD

And these chapps look out at you from behind the CD



(Back to Venting ;-)

In due time I suppose that the arts shall return to me and when they do I hope that I shall be able to regain what mind I have left, and as I have now rambled for 2 whole paragraphs about absolutely nothing. I shall say my the fates prove to love you and my randomness favor you ;-)