-We moved to Boston, and the transition has been really hard. We miss our Cleveland routine. I miss the Cleveland Clinic and the Enameling Dept. at CIA..
-Our place is so tiny and we don't have the money right now to buy what we need to organize it properly.. But, our landlords are awesome and our neighbors are all very nice
-I freaked out because I was running out of my meds and still didn't have health insurance... Finally have coverage (Thank goodness for MA's state healthcare system).. Trying to find a primary care doctor at Mass General Hosp.
-Wig got attacked by another dog.. She got a serious bite wound, which required an E-Collar for a few weeks and a silly shaved back end..but she's okay now..
-Josh has been having physical and mental health problems since the end of September...it has been a real rollercoaster..but I think things are going to get better soon...
-I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes
-I'm looking for a job and it's really frustrating
-I'm volunteering at Match-Up Interfaith Volunteers and have been matched up with an isolated elderly man in Boston.. we have met twice and he is a total sweetheart
-I'm also volunteering at the Cambridge Women's Center.. Meeting a lot of interesting women from all walks of life. Started a new Women's Health Support Group with one of the current interns
-Mark came out to visit and it was so great to see him
-I'm currently sick and it sucks!
-I have a flight booked for Seattle for Christmas and I can't wait!!
After the animal park, we went to have dinner at a friend's house in Oberlin. They had a new kitten which was just ADORABLE. We also got to see their beautiful garden. They have tons of lilies blooming and lots of yummy veggies growing. Dinner was delicious and we didn't get home until 10pm. We were both exhausted. And, poor Wiggler had been alone all day. I felt like a horrible abusive mommy=( She was so good, though. I couldn't believe she didn't tear anything up or pee in the house.
Speaking of Wiggler, today we bought a "Furminator". It was expensive, but that thing is freaking amazing. I can't believe the amount of hair I pulled off of her with it. I also tried to brush Otis, but he was moving around too much.
On Thursday, we went down to the Columbus Zoo. It was really hot and I thought I was going to die. haha... It was a good zoo. It is supposed to be one of the best in the country. Then the next day we went to a lobby appointment which took us half way to Pittsburgh. So, afterwards we drove out to the Carnegie Museum of Natural History and Art Museum. It was a pretty nice museum. The Natural History Museum had an incredible rock/mineral collection that was so beautiful. My favorite thing at the art museum was surprisingly a modern art piece. I usually am not into video art/contemporary art, unless it is a craft medium. It was a video called Migration by Doug Aitken. It was so incredibly beautiful. I can't even really describe in words how it made me feel. Just a very emotional, surreal, and unusual piece. While we were watching it, some stupid kids kept bugging Josh. He finally got so pissed he walked out of the room after them ready to confront them, but they ran off before he had a chance. We told a security guard and they left us alone after that. I want kids one day, but man can they be stupid and obnoxious. I just hope that when I have kids, I can teach them to be more respectful and well behaved than that.
Kent is having our house painted right now in preparation for selling the house. The weather has not cooperated very well, so it is taking a long time. Hopefully it will look nice when it's done. I'm excited to see what it looks like because we completely changed the colors.
I have been looking for jobs and applying the past few days. I have found a few that look really good. We'll see what happens.
Josh and I have tons of work to do to get everything packed/sold/cleaned. It is so overwhelming. We have no family or good friends here to help us. We started trying to organize what we are getting rid of and what we are keeping, but there is still tons to do. We're planning to have a garage sale this Friday and Saturday. Then later Saturday evening we are having a going away party. Josh has invited a ton of people because he knows so many people through work, school, and volunteering. I have intived some, too, but don't really know who will show up.
Hopefully things will slow down and I'll have a little bit of time to relax after we move. I'm afraid I might just have to start working as soon as we move and never get a break in between. No point in worrying about it now, I guess. I'd just be lucky if I could find a job that soon!
I don't really have many friends who read this anymore (maybe a couple I guess), so this is really just going to be a post updating on everything that's been going on lately that seems worth writing about. It'll really be more for me, to look back on sometime later and remember where I was when I graduated college. This may end up being the most rambly entry ever.
( a novel... )
Also, the day before that, I got my first letter back from the grad schools I applied to. Rejection. Need I say more?
I also found out one of my cats has a horrible kidney infection and before we knew what was wrong, we thought he might die =\ Turns out it is treatable, but it made for a shitty couple of days until we knew what was wrong.
And it's finally hitting me that I only have about 7 weeks left to finish my work for my BFA show. Commence panic.
I am so anxious this week, I can hardly sleep. I really need to figure out a practical way of coping with my anxiety problems in general, but right now they are just unreal....I just need to chill out but I don't know how....ugh
7:42pmMichelle
arthritis in thumbs
sucks
but life is good, right?
send me agood man god. now.
7:44pmLinda
hahaha
7:44pmMichelle
yep. story of my life
7:44pmLinda
one of these days, one will fall out of the sky right into your lap
then you can thank God
7:44pmMichelle
yeahyeah
thanks linda :)
u rule
boys are mean. throw rocks at them.
7:46pmLinda
haha..yeah they are pretty stupid
7:46pmMichelle
hahaha.:)
7:46pmLinda
kitties are better
7:46pmMichelle
so right. word.
betty's nice.
maybe she'll marry me.
7:47pmLinda
hahaha
My dad has a dog that is so in love with him...and my dad is single..so we always joke that he should marry her
7:47pmMichelle
i haven't bought the ring yet--wonder what size she wears
word.
7:47pmLinda
What kind of ring would she want? I don't know if she could appreciate gold and diamonds
7:48pmMichelle
wait not really. your dad shouldn't marry the dog
maybe a catnip one
7:48pmLinda
then she would want to eat her ring
7:48pmMichelle
true
Worst of all, I am so freakin' sick. A couple days before he left, I started getting a head cold. It seemed pretty mild and I wasn't too worried about it. Of course, the day after he leaves, I start feeling miserable. My thermometer's batteries died, so I couldn't even check my temperature and I was worried it would get really high and I would have no way of knowing. I felt too sick to leave the house so I had to call one of the other enameling majors at school to pick one up for me. I was overly emotional and cried off and on that whole afternoon because I am all by myself in this stupid city with no family and it really scares me when I get sick because I never know whether it is going to mean a hospital stay or not. I took my temp as soon as I got the thermometer and it was 102.9! I spent the rest of the night with a temp between 102.8 and 101.5. It finally broke this morning and I was able to go to walgreens to get nighttime tylenol cold (because I hardly slept last night) and go to the grocery store to get some comfort food.
I spent all day feeling nauseated, on top of having a horrendous sore throat, headache, messed up nose, and dizziness, and now my fever is starting to come back.=( It makes me realize how much life would suck if Josh were not around, having to experience it at the worst time possible for just a couple days. If I actually start throwing up, I'm so screwed because I'll probably have to go to the ER and I'll have no way of getting there except to call an ambulance and I have no idea who would be able to take care of my animals. I doubt that will happen, but just the thought of it freaks me out.
On top of all this, I have a paper due on Monday which I haven't started writing and still have reading to do in order to start it. The teacher of that class has stressed every class for the past two weeks that she expects to have every single paper turned in on time and says over and over again how strongly she frowns upon late papers. I think she would understand since I'm sick, but I feel bad for not having it done sooner so this wouldn't be a problem. I also have an in-progress critique on Monday which I was planning on preparing for over the weekend. AND I have to pick up Josh from the Amtrak station at 2:30 in the morning Monday morning, and then be at that critique by 9:30 and have class until 6:30pm. Ugh.
I'm also super stressed about getting my BFA work done, and this is obviously not helping that situation. So I've just been sick and lonely and stressed out all day. Seriously, the worst Valentine's Day ever.
This semester has been the most insane semester of my life. Even after school ended for winter break, I still spent the first week and a half in my studio working on projects and doing my internships and work-study, so the only thing different about break was that I didn't have class. Then this last weekend I finally got everything done and took images of my work on Monday and had my last work-study hours yesterday morning and the buildings at school officially closed last night at midnight so I CAN'T work anymore even if I wanted to. So now I'm on break and I feel like I've been going so hard for months and all of a sudden things have come screeching to a halt and I don't even know what to do with myself. All day I just slept and looked around online. The weather finally warmed up (it was in the single digits the past few days) and it is suddenly 50 something degrees outside and raining (weird!). But it was so dreary and rainy and dark all day that I never even bothered getting dressed. Plus, it's christmas eve and everything is mostly closed or closing early.
I feel kind of bummed because we aren't doing anything for christmas. I really don't care about the holiday, but it's weird not being able to see my family and visit Seattle and everything. Mom and Kent are driving across the country with a bigass u-haul and the kitties. It feels pretty lonely here with just Josh and me.
One good thing, though, is that Dad is coming to visit on the 1st through the 6th. I haven't seen him since August, so I'm really looking forward to it. Hopefully the weather won't be too bad so we can actually go places and have fun.
I'm really relieved to have images of my work out of the way and I can't wait to see how they came out. I still have a lot of work to do over the break with grad school applications and I have a few more pieces (mainly drawings) I'd like to finish before school starts back up. Also, I looked up my grades for this last semester and I did really well so that makes me happy. It is weird though, I worked so hard and was busy all the time and felt like I had no time for myself, and yet I feel like I didn't work hard enough and didn't get enough done. I actually feel kind of guilty that my grades were good. I feel like I don't really deserve them. Even though I was so busy, I feel like I don't have that much completed work to show for it. I guess it's because I had two internships, so I wasn't doing any artwork for those, and I worked a lot on grad school applications which took time away from my work. This next semester better be way more productive because I still have SO much work to do.
I'm also starting to get really nervous/excited about grad school. I really really hope I get in to RISD. I hope I get into the other schools too, but RISD is probably the most competitive of the four schools I'm applying to and they have one of the very best metalsmithing graduate level programs in the country. It's so nerve-racking and I haven't even turned in my application materials yet.
Anyway, I guess I'm going to try to start doing something productive like clean up our freaking mess of a house (it has been so neglected the past month or so). Hope everyone is having a happy christmas eve!
Over Thanksgiving break, Josh and I drove down to Ft. Lauderdale to stay with Mom for a week. Mark came in on Thanksgiving day, so we got to see him which was great as always. This will be our last trip like this because Mom and Kent are moving back to Seattle (yay!!) over Christmas. As usual, we took a shit-ton of pics, so I will post a bunch of them here to illustrate our trip=)
On the drive down, we went a slightly different route than usual so we could go to the Georgia Aquarium (supposedly the biggest in the US). It was insane. It didn't actually seem THAT big to me (even though it was really big) but it was so freaking crowded and we were there on a Monday. The cool thing about this aquarium is that they have whale sharks. They aren't full grown, but they have 3 or 4 of them in a football sized tank along with other stuff and they are enormous. The pictures don't do them justice at all.
So then we got to Florida and after a day of recovering from the trip, we went to a few different parks in the area to look around. We saw lots of great wildlife and we figured out Josh's macro setting on his camera, so we could take really close up pictures which was cool.
( Secret Woods Nature Center and John U Lloyd State Park )
Then we had Thanksgiving and Mark got into town. We all decided to take a trip over to the Gulf side. We drove through the everglades to get there and saw lots of gators and awesome birds. After we got checked into our hotel, we went to Collier Seminole State Park and then went for a 2.5 mile walk up the beach to look for shells. Then walked the 2.5 miles back to our hotel. I seriously messed up my feet walking 5 miles barefoot on the beach and they STILL hurt sometimes, almost a month later...
( Marco Island and Collier Seminole State Park )
The next morning, we woke up at 6 to make it to the beach by low tide at 7. The night before had been a kind of practice and now we were ready for some serious shell hunting. This was the start of probably one of the best. days. ever.
( Shell Hunting )
So after the beach, we went back to the hotel and the boys discovered the pillows on the beds...........
( Pillow Penises )We aren't immature or anything......and I'm sure in the future these will make great fodder for some serious black mail...
After that, we went to go on a tour to see manatees. There are no words, just look at the pictures..
( Manatees!!! )
After that amazing experience, we went canoeing at Lover's Key. Mark and I had never been canoeing before and of course the first place we decide to do it, is a place that has alligators. Fortunately, we didn't see any and we didn't tip the canoe...hah
( Lover's Key )
Canoeing was the last thing we did that day before we went back to Mom's place in Ft. Lauderdale. We drove back to Cleveland a day later, which was really depressing....
Maybe sometime soon I'll make a real post...we'll see...
- Music:Beck- Lost Cause
First of all, I am morally against the death penalty. What I mean is, I think it is wrong to kill someone under any circumstances, guilty of a crime or not. However, there are many people against the death penalty who are not morally against it. When it comes down to it, morals are not the issue here. It has to do with a system that is terribly broken and there is no way to fix it.
There are so many things wrong with the death penalty, it's hard to even know where to begin. Most people's argument for the death penalty is "well, if MY child/mom/friend/spouse were murdered, I'd want them killed". I understand this point of view. However, many would be surprised to know that a large chunk of the people trying to end the death penalty are family members of victims. The death penalty hurts them more than it helps them for multiple reasons. First of all, people on death row are often there for years and years and may have multiple execution dates, even getting within hours of execution, before they are actually killed. This just keeps re-opening wounds. The family gets their hopes up, then they are let down, sometimes multiple times before it actually happens. Also, family members often say that they hope to get closure once the killer is executed. They are then sorely disappointed at the fact that they feel no better after the execution, some even feel worse. Most importantly, money is wasted on the death penalty that could be spent on support for victim's family members (which is generally underfunded) and putting more cops on the street to prevent crime in the first place. The death penalty is drastically more expensive to carry out than life in prison. The cost of putting a single person to death costs more than a million dollars, whereas the average cost of putting someone away for life is $500,000.
The law is against cruel and unusual punishment, but the death penalty is so cruel and unusual, it is baffling that it is still in existence here. Most people don't know (including myself until I read a book about a year ago by Helen Prejean) that the word "unusual" in this context does not mean "weird". It means that the death penalty must be administered in an even way. Meaning that around the same numbers of people should be executed in all geographic locations (which they are not, the south has WAY more executions than any other part of the country). It also means that racially, there should be no bias against who is executed (which there blatantly is- those who kill white people are four times more likely to get the death sentence, even though over half of people murdered are black, the death penalty is blatantly racist). Also, people with money do not get the death penalty. Only poor (mostly black) people who cannot afford an attorney and are appointed a public defendent get the death penalty. There are actual reported cases of appointed defense attorney's falling asleep during capital trials. It was only recently that people deemed mentally retarded are not allowed to receive the death penalty. One of the people executed in the book by Sister Helen "Death of Innocents" had an IQ of 60.
The death penalty is supposed to be given to only those who have committed the most "heinous" crimes. But what crime isn't particularly heinous? There is a case in which multiple people were involved in an armed robbery in which someone was killed. The driver of the vehicle got the death penalty. Tried seperately, the person who actually pulled the trigger got life without parole. Today, Josh met with the Unibomber(Theodore Kaczynski)'s brother. He is the one who turned Kaczynski in. He subsequently met a man who turned in his brother as well. The brother of this other man was mentally handicapped, fought in one of the bloodiest battles in Vietnam in which a piece of shrapnel hit him in the head causing brain injury. He survived, came back to the US and was homeless and eventually put into a mental hospital because of PTSD. The hospital sent him to live with his brother against his doctor's orders because they had no room. Six weeks after leaving the mental hospital, he broke into an elderly woman's home and assaulted her during a flash back. Hours later, she died of a heart attack as a result of the stress from the attack. At his trial, he was given a public defendent who was later reported to have been drunk the entire trial. He did not bring up the man's service to his country, his mental illness or retardation. The man was sentenced to death and killed. The Unibomber committed pre-meditated murder three times and maimed numerous other victims. He received life without parole. Kaczynski and the other man were tried in the exact same court. What was the main difference between Kaczynski and this other guy? The other guy was black. There are ridiculous numbers of cases like these. In many places, prosecutors are not required by law to release information to the defense attorneys that may prove the defendent innocent. In these cases, it is actually easier for the press to get this information than the defense. While most prosecutors are good people just trying to do their jobs, some just want to win a case and don't care if the person is actually guilty or not. I know it sounds over the top, but if you start reading about cases involving the death penalty, you will see how common it is. There are cases in which the prosecution still believes they were right, even when a defendent on death row was proven innocent and exonerated.
As for cruelty, this gets a little more into the moral side of things, but Sister Helen had a good example during her talk. Imagine a situation where a person is completely defenseless, with someone holding a gun to their head. The person holding the gun keeps telling them that they are going to kill them and then finally pulls the trigger and it just clicks, nothing happens. Then they do it again. And maybe even again. And then this time, they pull the trigger and the gun actually goes off. That is torture. To put someone in a cell, and give them the date of their death, and then when that day comes they are given a stay at the last minute. And this happens multiple times before they are finally killed for real. Because doctor's are not allowed to be at an execution because of the hipocratic oath, anesthetic (used during lethal injections and normally administered by specialists because it is so sensitive) is administered in the same amount to every person by an EMT. Nobody knows if they are in pain or not, because the anesthetic paralyzes them so that they are unable to express any pain they may be feeling. During electrocution, a mask is placed over the person's face so that the witnesses do not have to see their faces while they are pumped full of 2,400 volts of electricity. These people are human beings. Some of them have been on death row for over 20 years. They are different people than who they were when they committed their crime. It doesn't mean they should be out on the streets, but they are not monsters. They are living, breathing humans, who are rendered utterly defenseless and killed. And one thing I've heard multiple people say in the anti-death penalty movement is that a person's worth is not measured only by the worst thing they have ever done in their lives. It doesn't mean they are good people, or that they wouldn't be dangerous outside of prison. It doesn't mean what they did is okay. But I just don't buy the whole "evil" thing. Human beings are not that simple. I really feel that the death penalty is a human rights violation.
No study has ever been able to prove that the death penalty deters crime more than long prison sentences. States without capital punishment actually have lower murder rates. The south has the highest murder rates and they account for 80% of executions. Only three countries lead the US in numbers of annual executions- China, Saudi Arabia, and Iran. Most of the western world is against capital punishment. The death penalty is unnecessary because we have life without parole. Back in the 1700s before we had prisons, it made sense, but we have modern secure prisons that can hold people safely and keep them out of society. I hardly need to mention the fact that innocent people are killed and over 120 people have been exonerated from death row since its reinstatement in 1973. In the past couple years alone, four people have been proven innocent after already having been executed.
The American Bar Association has come out against the death penalty after doing a study on it. If you are unsure about the death penalty, all I can say is to research. It is just one of those issues that overwhelmingly has the facts on its side. If anyone reading this wants to know where they can find resources or an answer to a specific question, let me know and I can ask Josh (since it is his job) where to find the answer to your question.
I never know what to write in here anymore, but I feel like I should be writing. So, I'm just gonna start writing...
( And I proceeded to write a novel...so I'm putting it behind a cut )
- Mood:
nostalgic
Anyway, I visited Dad over the summer in Redway and have some pics to post. We had a blast. Dad is building a deck at Redway. It is made of local redwood and is just gorgeous. I can't believe what an amazing job he has done. It is now almost finished, so he hasn't sent me any pics of it finished yet. We went to a beach at Sinkyone National Park. There are elk that live in the park and we ran into a ton of them. They are so awesome! I didn't have my camera, so all of the pics are taken with Mark's camera. There was one male (he is the one with the big antlers...obviously..) and he was being kind of territorial. We had to take a weird side path to get to the beach because he was guarding the path to the beach and we were afraid to walk right by him..haha.
It was such a great trip. My flight came into San Fran, and I was supposed to get in around noon. My flight was delayed 3 hours at my connection in Phoenix, so I didn't get in until late afternoon. Dad had made the four hour drive down from Redway to pick me up. We stopped in a little town in "wine country" on the way back. I had the best veggie sandwich I have ever eaten at a little pub there. We finished the drive back and Mark got in the next day. He was driving Mom's prius back to Seattle from Florida (Mom and Kent offered it to him until they move back sometime in the next year because Mark's car is unreliable). We saw a little independent ceramics studio run by two men. It was so freaking beautiful. Up on this hill with a great view. They had a house, a studio, and gallery all built together. They lived and worked from there.
On the last day, Mark and Dad drove me back down to San Fran but my flight didn't leave until 10pm so we ate dinner at Bubba Gump Shrimp Company on the warf, looked at the shops, saw the seals at one of the piers down there, and saw Alcatraz in the distance. We drove on that famous zig-zaggy street and hung out at Ghirardelli Square. Then I got on the plane and came back home!
( Redway Pics )
For the girlies (or metro guys haha) on my friends page- any ideas/suggestions?? I'm thinking of cutting at LEAST 6 inches off and having it layered somehow and then dying it some kind of reddish/purple/auburn type color.
I miss my family so much it hurts. I am such a baby. I went down to Texas the last couple weeks to hang out with Mark and help him prepare to move to Seattle. Dad came down and I got to hang out with him, but we were so busy packing, cleaning and running last minute errands, we didn't really get to spend any time just hanging out having fun. Mark and Dad got to Seattle ok. Dad leaves on Wednesday to go back to California.
I'm going in to Seattle this Saturday for my cousin's graduation. I'll be there for a week, but I'll only get to see Mom's side of the family. I hate living in Cleveland. I haven't made any real lasting friendships here. I've been burned by the only good friends I managed to make (or thought I made). I never feel safe here, this city feels like one big ghetto. I am lonely all the time because I don't feel like I have anyone I can really hang out with and just be comfortable. I should have moved out when I had the chance. Back when I was sick and not doing well in school. I could have dropped out and moved to where one of my parents were and nobody would have cared. But I didn't. Now I'm stuck here. I only have one more year, but it seems like such a long time. And after that, we will probably go to Boston so Josh can go to grad school. So I'll be even farther away from everyone.
It's so hard having my parents live on opposite sides of the country. It always seems like such an ordeal to get to see one of them, and when I do, I have to pick between who I want to see. My parents divorced when I was young and normally it doesn't really hurt. The only time it hurts is when I think about the practical things it has caused. God it would be so nice to be able to go home to both my parents at once. Instead of always having to pick sides. Everyone is so all over the place, I feel like I have no home anymore.
When I was really little, I had seperation anxiety really badly. My mom tried to take me to preschool when I was 3, and I just cried all day because I missed her. When I went to pre-k, I was really needy. I brought my bear with me everyday. I remember spending the night at friends houses, and calling my parents in the middle of the night to come get me because I wanted to go home. I never went to camp over the summer. I've always been painfully shy and insecure. I'm not as shy now, but I'm probably more insecure than ever. It's like, emotionally, I just never grew up.
I try so hard to be responsible and take care of my health, my animals, my house, school, Josh, my job. Sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed I just want to go to sleep and not wake up for a year. I think about how I used to get in over my head in school projects back in junior high. I remember finally breaking down and going to my dad and crying and he would always make it better. Sometimes, I still just need to be able to go cry to my dad, but I can't. Sometimes, I just want to eat lunch and chat with my mom, but I can't. People aren't meant to be alone.
I know I have Josh. And I really am so thankful for that. I know how lucky I am to have been with someone for so long and to be able to depend on that. Somehow I just can't feel complete without my family around. I wonder if I will ever be able to grow up. I don't really know if I even want to.
I think about communities in Africa and other underdeveloped places, and I wonder if I would have been happier someplace like that. Where you are constantly surrounded by your family. The way we live here in the west, it just doesn't feel natural. It's cool to hate your parents. I know so many people who can't stand their families. It's considered wrong to never move out and live on your own. People are expected to just follow jobs wherever they take them, even if it leaves their family behind. Elderly people are just thrown in nursing homes. Young couples raise their kids on their own without the help of their extended family. I just don't feel like I fit in here. Maybe if I had some really good friends, I wouldn't feel so dependent on my family. I know I can count on them. When I was in highschool and moved halfway across the country, I hung out with my family. They took the place of friends.
Anyway, I just had to get some of that out. It's been stewing since I went down to Texas. I'm jealous that Mark gets to be in Seattle. But I'm so happy for him, too. For the first time in a long time, he seems really genuinely excited about his future. I hope someday not too far away, I can move back there, too.
In highschool, my mom and I got in touch with an organization called S.T.O.P. (Safe Tables Our Priority). It is an organization that fights to prevent outbreaks of foodborne illness by pushing for stricter food safety laws, research, and educating the public. They have also put me in touch with another girl my age with longterm problems caused by E. coli. Anyway, they helped me make a website to get my story out there and also raise money for their cause. Check it out of you have time and let other people know about this great organization!
Things have been kinda crazy. I just finished midterms and it is now Spring Break. We were supposed to go to Texas to see Mark and go to my friend Heather's wedding, but our plans fell through mostly due to money issues. I was majorly bummed (still am...). So now we are staying in Cleveland for the break, and Josh's roommates from college are coming up to visit on Tuesday. It should be fun, but I wish I could have seen Mark=(
The past few weeks were insane because Josh started volunteering for the Obama campaign as soon as it came here (in mid February). I volunteered at a few events, but had school most days so I couldn't do as much as I wanted. Josh worked at the Obama office in Maple Heights almost full time. Obama still lost Ohio, but he won Cleveland. I am so ready for this campaign to be OVER. I care too much, keeping up with the news is painful. I get so riled up over it and it is just not worth my energy. I want him to win SO badly. Anyway...
It snowed like a mofo yesterday..haha. We took lotsa pics and tried to dig Josh's car out of the driveway. It was semi-successful.
School is going well and I have a more solid idea of what I am going to do for my BFA show. I'm so ready to graduate. I'm so sick of CIA. I'm so sick of Cleveland. But I still have over a year left.
Josh has a job interview with Greenpeace tomorrow, I REALLY hope it goes well and he gets the job. That would be freaking amazing.
I'm going to start seeing a therapist next week. I'm a total basketcase lately. Lots of mega issues with anxiety, anger, insecurity, etc. I think I just had a lot going on the past couple years, but couldn't deal with any of it because my health was so bad. Now that I don't think about my health so much, I have time to ponder other issues that should have been resolved over a year ago.
Anyway, that's about all I can think of for now.
I had just made dinner and he walked into the dining room with a plate...the dining room table was covered in mail, books and random junk and he said something like "I kinda like it when the table is messy, it makes me feel like we have company"..and then he proceeded to place some of the books on end (a book by William James and a book by Poe) and then he set down his plate and said (pretending to be Poe) "That plate of food looks like bloody guts" and then (in his own voice) "Oh Poe, you're always so morbid"....hahaha..I was cracking up...
Then after dinner he walked into the kitchen and started to fill our Brita....we also happen to have a Pur filter on our faucet, but it was there when we moved in and is really gross, so we don't trust it (hence the Brita)...anyway...we use the Pur filter water to fill the Brita, but it sometimes makes this really high pitched whiny sound...it started doing that and Josh started singing "aaaahhhhh" along with it like he was trying to find the right note and then he said "give me a C sharp kitchen sink!".....I started cracking up again and he said "drinking beer makes me jolly" (he had a beer at dinner, which is a rarity)....and then I was laughing all over again....
Anyway..just wanted to post because we don't laugh enough! I swear, we both love to laugh and have good senses of humor, but with just the two of us, we rarely talk about anything very funny. Add another person to the mix (like my brother), and all we do is laugh. We always talk about this because it feels so freaking lonely here.
Here's a pic of my two favorite boys;)
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