Reflections and Superpowers

Today has been okay. It's getting hard to wake up again, maybe I should create a few extra hours in a day for sleep. I would like a meeting before God. Does anyone second the motion to extend a day from 24 hours to 30? As awful as my Tue/Thu torture is, it makes me love the other three weekdays that much more. I think I could have a love affair with M/W/F...

I have gotten over my disappointment with the blog OLW in just enough time to enter this round- asking us wordsters to REFLECT.
I like to reflect... it makes me realize how quickly my life has flown by while at the same time showing me that 20 years on this planet is a very long time. I might write a book.

I was also looking at *e* 52 Q and this question inspired me so:

What is my superpower?

I actually have yet to answer that question with art. Maybe I just like to ponder it. Maybe I don't have one...

Well, I think 4 hours of art is recovery enough. Time to get back to the real world. I have a night of gathering loan information, studying and homework.

Happy Wednesday!

So this is adulthood...

Sorry to depress you all, but this answer in my lab book is as artsy as I got today. My tablemates oooh'd and awed when I drew the cell membrane.

So, I've realized that Tuesdays and Thursdays are literally going to suck the life right out of me. I can't even think of turning on my creative inner Sasha.
It 9:30 and my room mate and I are about to watch a movie in our beds... and fall asleep.
There has been no room for anything else today.
I biked from class (after 10 hours) in the pouring rain, ate a delicious meal, showered, youtubed with Lauren a bit and now we're pooped.
Bed, here I come....

Believe

I want to believe. This is the poster that is hanging right above my desk, and before I flip a ton of you out by making you think that I actually believe in aliens, breathe in and breathe out.
Those of you who know me and know my obsessions will laugh, this is a replica of the poster in Mulder's office in the X-Files. I admit, I am an X-Phile (a word coined by fans to describe extreme fans.)

I have this poster up for more reasons than that. There are many things that I want to believe in. I want to believe that I am taken care of. I want to believe that I have the faith that is required in believing. I want to believe that I am enough...

Finally found the time to create today:

I am so ecstatic that I have the supplies that will satisfy every creative desire and inspiration. This piece seems to come from that all too familiar place of facing failure, although I believe that I am coming out of a slump. My wonderful family has constantly encouraged me and I appreciate that so much. This is more of a reminder to myself that I am in control... I hold my heart in my hands, and if I let it get crushed... its only on me.

So smile and believe... I'm okay.

What do you want to believe in?

Fried...literally

See!? Told you I was FRIED!!
So now I finally understand the difficulty of keeping a regular blog...
Its difficult...
I'm so tired I can't form coherent sentences.
My birthday ROCKED!
The girls took me to a picnic and we went boating... and I got sunburned badly. I need to make a worthy investment in sunscreen and aloe: as a friend said "skin-cancer is real."

After that loverly day, I woke up at six, left to bike to school at 7. After 32 minutes of pain from the building heat and rubbing-on-burned-shoulders-backpack I sat through class from 8 am until 5:40 pm... that's a lot of hours. After that I saw Legally Blonde in Chicago which sadly, was not even worth the 15 dollars I spent.

Right now my skin and brain is fried. My mom gave me awesome stuff for my birthday and I will create tomorrow... I promise. Right now I have to dust off the glitter and confetti of a overly-tacky musical off of my soul

Somebody's not happy

And that would be me... well and this unhappy creature trapped outside on the patio a building over.

Today has been one hell of a ride. I can take that sentence literally and tell you about the 14 miles I biked to class and back. Or I can take that sentence figuratively and tell you about flying by the seat of my pants through failure after failure (which is probably how I meant it anyway.) I don't even know how to see the light through all of this. Maybe the positive is that I can still do it; I still have a chance to be a Nurse.
It just seems like everything in my life is the least ideal.

At least something good came of this darkness:

Maybe I'll just drop out of school and become an artist... and spend the rest of my life paying back the loans I took out trying to get a degree.
I cannot let the darkness consume me. Especially when my art "studio" has gone from a corner in my dorm room to THIS:

Hello inspiration!

Well, more unpacking is in my future; roomie # 4 is moving in tomorrow. I also plan on studying the night away. Oh! And eating my weight in ice cream...
Peace to all...

Wouldn't It be nice...

If this is where I could spend my summer!
Oh well, not every fantasy can be indulged. Even though its not the tropics, I just might be living the life right now. That, and this is the inspiring poster hanging in our new APARTMENT!!
Classes are a must every morning and tomorrow I tackle day one of the 13 mile there and back from school. Hopefully I'll be able to get in shape. Again, it was a day without art... but I have had many other forms of expression. We made pizza for some of our friends that came for dinner and I used some family recipes to doctor up the sauce (thank you JB's!) I feel like such a grown-up, cooking in a kitchen with my friends, hosting guests and job hunting (I've not given up on that.)
We're ending the night with cheesecake and Beyond Border's.
Finally settled in...
This living thing is totally exhausting. I go, go, go all day long; but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm loving every second of this...

This was one piece I did a couple of days ago- using the new items I'm slowly getting.
I want to be inspired... I must say its a tad difficult. I'm more than disappointed that I didn't even get a nod from OLW during this word entry, especially when its the one piece I put the most of myslef into. There's not much I can do without "scrap-booking" supplies. What, is good old paint and picture's not good enough for them? I suppose I just need to remember why I do art. It's only for me... and to share with those I love... but mostly for me.

In the beginning....

... it looks strangely like an end.

I wanted to start his blog both as a tool that I use to grow as an artist and a visual journalism beginner and also to share my experiences about loving life and growing up, up, and away.

There wasn't much time for art this weekend, with ending the school year, checking out all the students so they could leave and packing. Me and the girlies move into the apartment tonight and I'm excited to settle in and get into a routine (Yay for painting on the balcony with coffee!) I'm worn out from the fun that's been going on and I'm worn out from goodbye's.

This college student journey is nuts. I'm away from home, but that is slowly becoming okay. I don't know where my next meal is coming from, but its interesting to scavenge (Yay for leftover Olive Garden!) We needed some stuff for our apt. and so we went dumpster diving. That is when I realized that these girls and I are in for the ride of our lives.

I am enjoying the sunny day and seeing all the green. I feel alive. This is going to rock.