Oh boy. I’m writing this on my phone so if it seems a little off, it’s cause I’m writing on my phone it seems a little off.

Anyway, I’m am tired. It’s only eight fifteen and I’m already thinking of bed. It could be fun. Sleeping like ten hours. That does sound really fun, now that I mention it.

School today was painting, which for some reason I always want to call it “art”. Which is sadly nondescriptive since I am actually an art student and all my classes this semester could be described as “art”. Which is kind of tripping me out. It’s just that I’m the type of person who people would think I’d be studying to be a biologist, or an astro-physicist, or an optometrist (sidenote: Dawn said today that her optometrist reminded her of me.) And I’m studying art. Art! Touchy-feely stuff. Uh. Yeah. I guess I try to redeem myself by having specializing in photography. At least there I get to use a complex piece of equippment.

And today in “art” (painting), we went over the couse outline and were desmissed after an hour. That left me plenty of time to go and try to hunt down art supplies in this tiny town (the walmarts didn’t have any, the hobby shop was closed, an the craft store didn’t have the paint I needed). And visit the bike shop. And the optometrist. I could of had the appointment right then, but since I had to go work on cleaning my old house, I decided on next week after “art”. Never ever think that just cause the class doesn’t have any books that it’s going to be cheap.

Another odd thing about my “art” class: out of 25 people in the class, only five are guys. I guess guys don’t like to paint.

It’s still hot.

Lindsey is coming up this weekend! I am quite happy about this fortunous event. I miss her.

“I’m not sure why it always goes downhill
Why broken cisterns never could stay filled
I’ve spent ten years singing gravity away
But the water keeps on falling from the sky…”

The world is small, but I won’t want to paint it. And I don’t have a lot of stuff till I try to move it all.  But move it all I must, I’m not sure it would be all that great or nice for/to my landlord to just move half of my stuff and leave the other half there. So move it all I must. All of today, it’s been “I’m almost done, there is nothing left to move” then I just walk around the corner and the kitchen, full of my food and kitchen stuff.

The good news is that I’m leaving quite a bit of my stuff packed and left in storage.

Packing also lets you find all sorts of stuff that you’ve completely forgot about, or at least forgot you put it away there. Like my prints from last year. I am so glad to find them, and while I’m not going to put them up in this house, I do want to never ever lose them or have them get damaged. Some of them are really good, and some not so much, but I love them all.

So, more of this random, ADD post about moving (and possessions), my new room is larger than my old one. I think there’s even room for a love seat or something. I might get one, or I might remember that I’m moving in 4 months and find a home for my snowboards. And my fish tanks.

I still need to figure out what to do with my big fish tank. Right now it’s all set up and running with fish in it, but I still haven’t asked if I could move it over here. And what if they say no? Then what? I only have tomorrow to figure this out… It’s weighting a little heavy on me. And when that’s added to the moving unsettledness and my missing of Lindsey, it makes for a sad, stressed mess of me.

But it’s all good. School starts on Monday. I hope it’s as amazing as I’d like it to be.