Dec 20, 2006 01:29
I've kind of figured out what I want to do in the art world for the next twenty or so years of my life. Vaguely. Well, until I get bored.
Mexico is everywhere. I'm blowing through my textbooks.
Tom is such a good person. I come home and am always astounded by his honesty, intelligence and just the fact that he's a good ol' boy. No strings attached. He's growing into such a wonderful man.
My mother's spine is mush.
My book is half written. I'm having the best time researching.
I wish I could take RISD classes here. I'm always so depressed in Providence.
I do miss Kate, her rats, Mallica and her indian christmas. Sam and Erin's quarks and Joe being as stoic and good as ever. Just not the screaming. Privacy and not having to perform socially with outward purpose.
Tom and I took apart the front seats of the Previa in the dark yesterday. He fixed whatever he needed to get to in the undercarriage while I played with the drop light in the back of the car, then helped re-assemble the seats with him. I swear, my mom pushes me out the door everytime he works on the cars so that I can learn how to be a short task mechanic.