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today i had my first pottery class. it felt so good to sink my hands into the clay. the wieght and feel of clay is indescribable in its comfort.. the best i can compare it to is sinking ones toes into the mud and squishing them around after a spring or summer rain. ahh.. that wonderful squishing feeling... mmmmm.. to be back home in summer bare feet enjoying all the scintilating sensations of the moss and the mud and the rocky gravel and the patted down leaves and the grass.. ah sweetness to ones toes. i especially love the feeling of moss. if only i could make a bed of moss...
its like we as humans really do love the feeling of earth.. like our becoming farmers was only to happen in time.. as a sort of... completion.. of some sort. i dont know, but ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my hands do love the feeling of the clay.... they reminded my toes of the wonderousness of barenaked revelry..
yet in all this daydreaming, i peek outside to see the snow and sigh, because it will be a long while before my feet feel anything more than the ground through socks and shoes... or the horrid lineoleum flooring in my dorm. ick. i hope the apartment i find has nice wood flooring...
so anyway, now i am here at work, chillin, as it were. i will find myself in the bindery in a while.. and probably.. tommorrow, as i have struck up a deal with the guy in town to do some extra work for him on the side, which will be mighty nice.. and.. a win win situation.. as he will give us bonuses in cash or books for speed and the such.. and it will give me a little extra cash as well as something to do that may extend into the summer.. woo hoo!
i just mailed dad a big long letter telling him about the state of affairs with the summer and spring break and justin moving in and all that. i told him that nothing was set in stone but i did have my heart set on it. he has yet to respond or even to read it since he didnt go to work yesterday. its awefully long, 13 whole pages, and is filled with stuff. i have to admit that i look forward to his response, although, if i were a parent, i dont know if i would act favorably or unfavorably.... i mean, im telling him that i want to move out.. and strike out on my own, but that i cant really do it comfortably without his help and support.. i guess thats big news for a dad. but at least i feel like i can talk to him like that, usually, i am afraid to. even better, was justin's response to the fact that i was talking to dad about the seriousness of our relationship in that we were considering moving in together.. he was very happy that i was talking to dad about it, and that thrilled me.
ah me, time to cut up more periodicals, how i love doing that :) its a new hobby... now if i only had the stacks and stacks and stacks and stacks of magazines that i have at home.. that would make me even happier.
there was one thing though.. as i was writing the letter to dad i started crying.. and then smiling, because i was truely happy, for the first time in awhile. it felt good to write those words. dad, i am happy...
its like we as humans really do love the feeling of earth.. like our becoming farmers was only to happen in time.. as a sort of... completion.. of some sort. i dont know, but ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my hands do love the feeling of the clay.... they reminded my toes of the wonderousness of barenaked revelry..
yet in all this daydreaming, i peek outside to see the snow and sigh, because it will be a long while before my feet feel anything more than the ground through socks and shoes... or the horrid lineoleum flooring in my dorm. ick. i hope the apartment i find has nice wood flooring...
so anyway, now i am here at work, chillin, as it were. i will find myself in the bindery in a while.. and probably.. tommorrow, as i have struck up a deal with the guy in town to do some extra work for him on the side, which will be mighty nice.. and.. a win win situation.. as he will give us bonuses in cash or books for speed and the such.. and it will give me a little extra cash as well as something to do that may extend into the summer.. woo hoo!
i just mailed dad a big long letter telling him about the state of affairs with the summer and spring break and justin moving in and all that. i told him that nothing was set in stone but i did have my heart set on it. he has yet to respond or even to read it since he didnt go to work yesterday. its awefully long, 13 whole pages, and is filled with stuff. i have to admit that i look forward to his response, although, if i were a parent, i dont know if i would act favorably or unfavorably.... i mean, im telling him that i want to move out.. and strike out on my own, but that i cant really do it comfortably without his help and support.. i guess thats big news for a dad. but at least i feel like i can talk to him like that, usually, i am afraid to. even better, was justin's response to the fact that i was talking to dad about the seriousness of our relationship in that we were considering moving in together.. he was very happy that i was talking to dad about it, and that thrilled me.
ah me, time to cut up more periodicals, how i love doing that :) its a new hobby... now if i only had the stacks and stacks and stacks and stacks of magazines that i have at home.. that would make me even happier.
there was one thing though.. as i was writing the letter to dad i started crying.. and then smiling, because i was truely happy, for the first time in awhile. it felt good to write those words. dad, i am happy...