I got a B in my drawing class!

ok, gotta stop with all the closing eyes stuff, fell asleep at work.

sitting here staring at the screen

stress = bad

I close my eyes,
and I am somewhere far away from here
Standing on cliff of long grass, overlooking sky
and sea
my hair is blowing all around with winds that travel
and spiral up from the base, near the crashing waves
so far away I can barely hear them,
sounds like distant drums, against the cliff.

My hair is in front of my face, the wind blowing from
behind me, I can see each red-brown hair dancing, like sea anemones
I am far away from all this normal life.
I am safe, and all is quiet except the waves, and the wind
wrapping around me.

I want to be away. I’m so tired of all this.

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Sonic to sell parts of firm to pay debt
http://www.jsonline.com/bym/News/dec02/104144.asp

Fancy that. I am completely relaxed. The art final went well, thanks to Maciek’s mini-pep talk. Came out ok, I did an ink wash still life, there was an angel statue in the middle, with some drapery. It’s not what I’d call my best work, but I’d like to think it showed a bit of what I learned this semester.

I came home to decorate the tree, but my husband was sacked out around 8:30, poor thing, had a long work day, lots of meetings, lots of driving.

So, I hooked up the Xbox, figured out what cables needed to go where to get me online and played a few rounds of Mech Assault. Couldn’t quite connect with all the people but had a few good rounds.

I made biscuits, and gravy, yummy yummy gravy, had to resist eating all of them, though I might take the leftovers for lunch tommorrow.

But, this is the moment. I am relaxed, at ease, and happy.

Ch ch ch chia

really freaking out, have so much to do, all my homework is due tuesday!!! and I have 2 that have barely been touched! finished 2 so far today, but how much longer can I work on this tonight.

going oh so crazy, and, not feeling well, aaaaah

Quixotica remembers Josie

I have pics of her I took a couple weeks ago, silly dog, never photogenic… I have a couple ok ones though… don;t want to look at them right now, but I’ll put them up later

They put my childhood dog down today. I know it was time, but that doesn’t make it any easier. They did it this morning, I didn’t learn until now. Guess they couldn’t reach me…

*sob*

They put my childhood dog down today. I know it was time, but that doesn’t make it any easier. They did it this morning, I didn’t learn until now. Guess they couldn’t reach me…

*sob*



It’s hard to sum up how possible it is to love an animal. Josie was my friend, she slept in my bed when I lived at home. Every time I came back from college, everytime I came home, she would greet me, with excitement and love, leaping around and whinnying, happy to see me, she would push her nose under my hand so I would pet her, she would jump up to the back of the couch to be closer to my face, to me standing just inside the door.



She was my confidant, when I, back for vacations, began to explore my relationship with the biggest crush of my life, she was the one I told first, in secret, that I loved, really loved the man who would become my husband.

She did tricks, sit, laydown, rollover, you could tell her to take her treats ‘easy’, so you could feed her beggin strips without her gulping your whole hand down, she would sit there, lips quivering around her canines, lusting with doggie appetite, but politely allowing you to lower the food to her nose, where she would gingerly take it from you and attack it on the floor.

she loved chasing ice around the floor, her stuffed squeeky bunnies. (Which, after destroying 2 very normal stuff bunny toys, pink and blue, where were at one time her ‘babies’– were just doggie stuff animal toys with squeekers inside, which she would search for in puppy glee, just to make it squeek squeek squeek until she’d eventually puncture the thing. ‘Go get your bunny’

She’d comfort me when I got sick, or when I was heart broken, her quiet company was always a given. Not bad for a second hand dog, that we got after months of dog-sitting when her ‘family’ had to move away to a place that didn’t allow pets.


She was so smart, even when she insisted in running away any chance she got, when we were dog sitting, so long ago, but only just blocks from here, if she ran away from their house, she’d eventually return to there, and when she ran from our house, she come back to ours, if, we didn’t canvass the area, and chase her back with treats and love.

Oh, this is so hard, I’ve never had another pet.


*sob*