busy bee.

Finished the shadowbox. I like it:


First day of camp went really well. We made Gustav Klimt pattern portraits (I'll post puctures tomorrow) and Robert Indiana Pop Art initials. The kids did such a good job. I think I'm using both those lessons in my FCS classroom in the fall. I'm excited.

Made a Student Work album on Facebook.

Went out with BT last night. And he came home with this big boy:


I stopped by to check on him this afternoon and this is how I found him. Haha. Loungin' around. He's huge. The sweetest, most mellow dog I've ever met in my life. If BT hadn't taken him, I would have. I believe his name will be Bosco. I'll take a better picture soon.

My teeth hurt.

Breakfast for dinner. Sorta.

is that a cattoo?

This is my pumpkin plant. It's grown four feet in a week. Haha. I'm running out of room in my tiny patch of backyard. I'll cut it back soon.

First camp all on my own next week. I'm excited. The kids made Haida masks today and they turned out so good. I am consistently blown away by the artwork my students come up with. They rule.

Went out to dinner with Mom, Kevin, and Jamie. Shopping afterward. Mom bought me these:

Love dem.

Dunno what I'm doing tonight. Couple options.

Painted my nails this afternoon. I always fuck one finger up. Alwaaays.

you're an idiot. i hate you.

Every time I think this--whatever the fuck "this" means--is going somewhere, you do something fucking stupid that completely throws me off. Without fail. And I'm not even looking for it to go anywhere?!?!?! Goddamnit.

A conversation that I had with my mother and Mama the other day about my paternal grandfather and his . . . indiscretions . . . further convinced me that marriage is a joke. A sham. It's pointless. It's archaic. The only concrete example of a successful marriage I've ever had is my parents. They're amazing.

Fuck it!

Second day of teaching summer camp was good. Took a long nap afterward.

I need stamps.

hahahahaha.

An excellent visual representation of my friendship with BT.

ugly betty.

I got one of the jobs I applied for. Teaching art camp for kids. Just 6 or 7 students at a time and it's indoors--thank god. It pays reeeally well, too. The job posting was for 14 - 18 June, but the girl asked me to start tomorrow and has two more weeks in mind for me. It's pretty exciting.

The other I haven't heard back about yet, but I may take it if it's offered to me. I'ma be rich.

Mom and Dad's yesterday. Helped Mom pick through the basement. Then the art opening at Young Blood last night; really beautiful stuff. Cafe di Sol afterward and back to BT's. We were supposed to watch Five Minutes of Heaven, but his tv's still not hooked up and we were mesmerized by his new phone. I think we watched Rihanna's Rude Boy video five times. Hahaha.

Interview today. Mom and Dad's again. Twisted Taco with Kev to watch the game. Goddamn the Dodgers.

Back home now. I think I'll get an On Demand movie and hang around here tonight.

Oh, also, Mikaila Carter is a white trash lunatic. Hoooly shit. Entertaining, though.

should've watched the game last night.

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in Bizarro World.

Dinner at The Local and a successful game of Scrabble with BT Thursday night. EATS and Rita's last night. We ran into Eddie and Karina at Rita's. Me and Eddie just started laughing when we saw eachother.

Bought myself that BlackBerry I wanted a few days ago. I like it a lot.

Visited the Botanical Gardens earlier this week, too.

Applied to a couple more jobs.

Going to Mom and Dad's now.

fuck the phillies.

I am bored out of my fucking skull.

I couldn't wait for summer.

One week in and I'm already restless. Ughghghhh.

I was explaining to someone recently that it's nice to have the break, but it's difficult to shift gears from relentlessly busy to (almost) entirely free from obligation.

I have a lot of little projects in mind, though, to keep me occupied. Sewing window treatments. Arranging the shells I collected in Charleston/Kiawah in a shadow box. Maybe even painting a couple rooms in my house? I just renewed my lease. This'll be the longest I've lived somewhere in almost three years. I feel like I ought to make it feel a little more like home.

Mom's losing her mind about the move. They pack up in three weeks.