Unintentional Free Time (woohoo!!!)

I was going to spend this hour between classes doing things I should have done yesterday. But the essays I was assigned to read are not where the teacher said they would be. Did I do anything about it? No. The moment they did not appear I jumped to the first escape page: Facebook.

After that I did a well rounded run through all of my fav website and blogspots. Now I've ended up here, so I thought I'd take the time to tell you all this.

I mean, I know you are all SO interested to know about these little interludes I have in my days. So I'm here sharing them with you. (blah blah bah blah blah... to quote Erin)

(At this point the majority of you readers {meaning at the most, one of you} will get so bored you'll jump ship and run off to some other person much more interesting and eloquent. To which I say I AM ELOQUENT, DAMN IT!)

I hereby apologize for my profanity.

(somewhat)

now I have about nine minutes left til I must skeedat to my class

(groanings of much length and volume)

Can I keep your attention for nine minutes? Probably not. No one is reading this, in all likely hood. So why Do I continue to type? Throw it out there in the universe? Tempt some extremely bored individual? Someone must read it. I mean there's enough people in the world to at least have that odd. One person. One solo reader. Make sure to make a comment, you one lonesome reader, or else my theory is kaput.

Doesn't this all remind you of that circular library story by Borges? (Burges?... that one confuddling Argentinian {Argentine?}... Garden of Forking Paths, anyone? Or a little Brothers Bloom?)

Ok. Three minutes. And since I pity you, one reader, I will let you go ear----

(mwahahhahah)

I'm still trying to figure out the point of school.

Does anyone know? I mean really?

The only place I want to be is the Sundance film festival. I'M SO FREAKIN' CLOSE!!! but I have no one to go with, no money to buy tickets, and homework and other lame, secondary importance obligations. SO LAME.

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(my face)

humpback

Last night I lay myself down on the floor in front of my mom and said "Massage my back. It won't move."

Instead of complying she exclaimed "What is this??!!! Is this a hump? You have a hump!" She thumped some part of my back.

I responded quite calmly. "I don't have a hump. Just massage."

"Yes you do. This is a hump. That it." She then moved my hands so they were on the back of my head. She then instructed one young brother to sit on my ankles. "Ok, now up." So I had to do several rotations of this exercise before she'd finally release the knots in my back.

This is not me. I do not have a hump. Just knots (temporarily relieved).

I have been absolutely craving creativity and artistry for the last little while. It's been frustrating since I can't get my hands around anything to create--because I'm still working on the idea part of it. But I've located my color pencils, watercolors, and gathering inspiration. What will come of it, I'm not yet sure, but I hope it's cool.

I'm feeling rejuvenated and excited now. Here is a big of my inspiration. If you have taste, you will like.

tjarn 3 by Emanuel Bernstone

Isn't this just mind-boggling?

Roselle's Blue Chair by Chelsea Bentley James

This is another artist cousin, and it's just cool because that is our grandmother's chair. How many times I've sat in it, or stared at it. And now it's captured in an unbelievably beautiful way.

Object 95 by Hyunmee Lee

Noon at Cocolalla by Chelsea Bentley James

I love the colors in this one.

Water on Table by Brian Blackham

I absolutely love this piece. It's practically monochrome but look at the texture! It's just...pah. I could stare at it for hours.

Elusive Satiation by my cousin Angela Bentley Fife (sister of the previous Bentley)

Isn't this amazing? It says a lot.

You know your literary efforts are working when you shout a Harry Potter spell to get rid of a spider.

Finite Incantarto!!

*Though I'm not sure if that's actually how you spell it.