Home....
Returned from Festival of the Goddess and I've finished the next big capstone paper, Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Ozymandias". It was a lot more and a lot less than what I expected. I will try to be more focused, upload pictures and do a write-up tomorrow, since tonight was homework. Highs -- art day, temple muses, the meals, the talent show, frolicking in the moonlight, dancing in the river, breast casting, hot tub, pools, gifted a new goddess figure, and being asked on next years planning committee for three different groups-- and Lows -- not as many classes, no phone call Friday night, Dr. Pressman plaguing my head from the moment I woke up Sunday morning, no communal showers.
I feel fragile and cut off, completely, from my ability to write. Which scares me. Though I did finish paper three. I'm just avoiding that tape like the plague and considering leaving paper 2 as the dismal grade it is.
I'm ready to be eviscerated, insulted and yelled at to let my paper be turned in. More just to get a C/D now, than really wanting to try for beautiful. My fingers are sludge. But in a 600-800 word paper rough set up, I wrote 870. I combine time, settings, surroundings for three places and more details than I care to count now. But I don't want to care about the paper, because he's just going to shred it anyway. I'm pretty neutral to this....as it doesn't matter in the wake of the black pock which is covering certain things.
Strangely enough, though the above probably sounds against it, I'm rather happy. I made some amazing friends. I'm going to be on committees. There was communing as there'd never been before. And I've come home flooded with art ideas and thoughts about how to finally decorate my house, especially my bedroom. I spent the afternoon next to my love, who whisked me from my house the moment I got home, then fed me and had me watch the Battlestar Galactica's Season Three premiere he'd saved for me. Took an amazing nap and even had an interesting soufflé dinner.
I will eventually come back into faster sync with the world probably tomorrow or Tuesday, too. But yesterday evening I was really ready to plant a vegetable garden, catch fish, and give up electricity forever, so long as I had the wide open sky, the bubbling river behind my tent, and the women in my area. I'd just need Billy, winter clothes storage, and I'd be set.
It's time for bed now though.
Love to you all
Krino e Elo
I feel fragile and cut off, completely, from my ability to write. Which scares me. Though I did finish paper three. I'm just avoiding that tape like the plague and considering leaving paper 2 as the dismal grade it is.
I'm ready to be eviscerated, insulted and yelled at to let my paper be turned in. More just to get a C/D now, than really wanting to try for beautiful. My fingers are sludge. But in a 600-800 word paper rough set up, I wrote 870. I combine time, settings, surroundings for three places and more details than I care to count now. But I don't want to care about the paper, because he's just going to shred it anyway. I'm pretty neutral to this....as it doesn't matter in the wake of the black pock which is covering certain things.
Strangely enough, though the above probably sounds against it, I'm rather happy. I made some amazing friends. I'm going to be on committees. There was communing as there'd never been before. And I've come home flooded with art ideas and thoughts about how to finally decorate my house, especially my bedroom. I spent the afternoon next to my love, who whisked me from my house the moment I got home, then fed me and had me watch the Battlestar Galactica's Season Three premiere he'd saved for me. Took an amazing nap and even had an interesting soufflé dinner.
I will eventually come back into faster sync with the world probably tomorrow or Tuesday, too. But yesterday evening I was really ready to plant a vegetable garden, catch fish, and give up electricity forever, so long as I had the wide open sky, the bubbling river behind my tent, and the women in my area. I'd just need Billy, winter clothes storage, and I'd be set.
It's time for bed now though.
Love to you all
Krino e Elo