gone gone gone

i finally recieved my certificate and pin for Sigma Tau Delta. Nothing like a pin telling you how special you are to make one feel a bit less discouraged by the hateful institution of education. The STD honor society really doesnt mean very much, not as much as the Alpha Chi society, but it still feels good to be acknowledged.

Tonight is a lunar eclipse. the moon is currently red and completely covered by the shadow of the sun. How awesome is that? I have never seen one. Ever. I wish I had a better camera to take a pic of it. I have m Holga, but I doubt the picture I took will turn out right. but we shall see.

Spent some time with Heather tonight. She's an awesome chick. I hate girls, so it always amazes me when I can sit and talk and laugh and fee completely comfortable with another girl. I had a fantastic time, and it really felt nice to get out of the house and stop feeling sorry for myself and being sad about Troy being gone. We do have quite a bit in common, right down to a hatred and subsequent crusade in Highschool against a hateful coach/english professor. Aparently we were both telling him about himself in the same year (semester, perhaps) and didnt even know it.

It feels good to make new friends.

I think thats what I love so much about my classes this semester. I feel like I have college friends. I had them at Carroll, but that was closer to Highschool than College. I do miss those friends though. Some more than others.

I have never been a fan of Zeppelin, but this robert plant/allison krauss cd is amazing.

I havnt had a "troy is gone" song this time. When he was in Mexico, the song was Ava Adore by the pumpkins, but this time there is no ipod, and very little music in general. I think that has been part of my problem. more music starting now. though I will still refrain from picking a song. Ava Adore is ruined. It makes me sad. (but I still love it). I have been listening to quite a bit of Sigur ros, but thats not new. They are the only band I consistently listen to at all times and no matter what.


I am finally cleaning this garbage disposal of a bedroom. It makes me sick to sleep here. I have no idea where the energy came from, but I am gonna get back to the beast before I lose the little bit of motivation I have.

Speaking of motivation, I finally made some sort of painting. I guess it would be a mixed media painting. Fairly simple (though it is reversed in the picture) I'm pretty happy with it. It is a terrible Oprah club book that was horribly written, cut up, water colored, and modge podged to canvas. The idea came to me in a dream, to be completely honest. It feels good to have one of the many floating images out of my head and off my chest. I have accomplished something, even if its something small and trivial. I love how something so simple can still be pretty and art, and is still an expression of myself and what I feel. I call it "A Novel Romance"


Love it.