1/11/2006 9:36pm

Its dirty, gets underneath your fingernails, dries out your skin, and can be dangerous to your health. So why do I like it so much? Haha i'm talking about my own personal therapy: no not drugs, sex or alcohol, but clay. Yes i am a dork, but you have to give me credit, i'm a creative dork. My clay class started back up again after an over-month long hiatus which almost killed me as u could probably tell from previous posts. I don't know why clay does it for me, but its really relaxing unlike anything else in my life. Tonight i didn't really work though cause i spent most of the time sketching my thoughts as they are so jumbled and crazy i knew i couldn't be of any productive value to myself this evening. Is it a little weird that i seek solace in dirt? Probably. But i'm gonna keep saying it until someone believes me, i never said i was normal. But you love my abnormal self, i'm more interesting that way....admit it you do....

i had my internship interview with Haigwood Studios today. I'm so excited b/c they told me i can take pictures and use their lights, cameras, and equipment whenever i want and they said i could bring in friends to take pix too. So hey everybody come on down! PLUS, i get to go to weddings i wasn't invited to and eat the food. and my supervisor's kinda cute. Looks like i'm good to go this semester, yaya!

SO tomorrrow i embark with ash and jen on a journey to the far away boonytown of clemson, south carolina. w00t! I'm just glad to get out of roswell and hopefully have a fun night. i hope that this visit will give me the gut feeling i need to at least rank my choice of colleges, if not choose one. I'm ready to decide so when all the adults ask me where i'm going i can just say something straight up. Why do adults always ask you what your entire life is gonna be like? Do they honestly think you've figured it out? Have THEY even figured out their own lives? Oooh thats a good one i'm gonna use that on the next adult that asks....oh well basically my college visit means that you faithfull readers will not be able to hear from me until quite possibly Friday night! Oh the horror!
Well I guess i will talk to my lovely audience again on friday.
Miss me mucho, i'm just a red flash in your rear view mirror.