2/12/05

Yet another Saturday night in the house.. for an entire day. I have not left the house once. Okay, I did take the trash out across the drive way. yipee.

Is it some kind of illness? I can’t stand staying inside this apartment for more than a few hours of time. I’m going crazy. I need to escape it. I cleaned it from top to bottom this morning. That makes the feeling less at least, but it doesn’t help. I decided that I was going to make Dave help clean today. What a mistake that was. I nagged him for over thirty minutes to do a twenty minute job. Next time I’ll just do it myself. He’s so lazy. I admit that I’m lazy too.. and quite messy. But he never cleans unless I nag at him. And then he makes me feel so horrible about nagging him. I feel like his mother. I nag him about getting stuff done all the time, and it makes me feel like such an awful person. I don’t want to be his mother.

On the art front, things are going well. I really love my ceramics class and fabric class. Silkscreening is challenging, but I’ll get it yet. I’m trying to get into the dark room sometime this week. And I’m going to be pulling a couple more prints tomorrow. I’ve got to start producing some work to sell this summer. I thought I was going to be down in the clay studio much more than I have been. It seems like it was January only last week.

I’m in TWO weddings this fall. Dave’s sister’s and Crystal’s. It’s hard to believe that Crystal is getting married. She seems really happy. My bridesmaid dresses are… okay. I really like the cut and design of Trina’s dress, but I prefer the colors of Crystal’s dress. Overall they’re going to cost me a total of 450 dollars.. without alterations. Without shoes.. without the hair..  without the makeup… without presents… without putting on the bridal shower. It’s kind of overwhelming. I have no idea where I’m going to be financially when I graduate.

How awful, this is my first entry in a long time and it’s so depressing. Well I guess that’s what I’ve always used this for. a place to talk about the depressing parts of my life.