hey, girl

I didn't write my paper today. Instead, I bought butterfingers, watched Smilla's Sense of Snow, and sat around in my wheely chair missing my family. My landlord showed the house to some potential new renters today. That was a little awkward considering I wasn't entirely awake when he knocked on my door to show them my room.

I've been working on my little, flat-backed clay girl. Here she is:
I plan on adding her teeth later. They were just too much of a PITA when I was trying to put them in her mouth while the clay was damp. I'm seriously considering giving her a mastectomy. I don't think my little girl should have boobies. I'll squish 'em right down into her belly.

It has been 2 years since I'd seen my landlord. And in that 2 years, he's probably aged 10. He's really grey now. And he said "Boy, Ellen, It looks like you're a foot taller than I remember you being. You sure you haven't grown?" I think he might have shrunk.

Age is such a sly bitch.

In other news:
I am scared that my "thesis" wont be done for graduation. WE SHALL SEE.

Listening to:
Electric President - Good Morning, Hypocrite
Emmylou Harris - Where Will I Be?