Workin' (11/31)

I had stagecraft for six hours yesterday, I have it for four hours today. It's exhausting, but it's fun. I have carried, scooted, redone, and fixed countless objects, and my hand are covered in tiny battle scars. In addition to having the ghosts of the injuries from last week, I have a paper cut on the pad of my left hand ring finger, a blood blister on my pinkie, a large splinter on the side of my hand, and a few more. I am tired, but I am having fun and that's all that matters to me.

Wiggy (9/31)

I like wigs. They are a way about lying about what your hair looks like, and how long it is, without dying, cutting, or putting in extensions. They give the option of spending money on something that will last forever. There are fancy wigs, cheap wigs, ugly wigs, costume wigs, so many types of wig. Always wear a wig cap, it makes life easier. STEAM IS USEFUL FOR STYLING WIGS AS IS HAIRSPRAY!!! Exciting boring days result in excessive punctuation. Ta ta.

Horizons (8/31)

There is sawdust floating in the water of my computer's desktop image. One piece is orange, bright and     irritating in the midst of water spreading out until it hits the horizon. No horizons are exactly the same. Some are on land, some in the ocean but always the horizon is the extent of what you can see. At school my horizons are the thoughts inside my head and the area surrounding me and the thing I am focusing on, whether or not this is actually my work. On the beach, the horizon is simply sky, going on and on until the end of the world. And that end is comforting, something I can lose myself in and something I can take as a sign of comfort. I can let the waves simply wash away all of my thoughts until there is nothing left but the sighing of the sea, and the feeling of grains of sand and time shifting beneath my feet.

Gardener (7/31)

My Dog (6/31)

My dog lies on the couch, snuggling the green fuzzy blanket on the couch that is bathed in sunlight. He loss that blanket. When he isn't begging me to play fetch with him, he's sleeping on the couch. Right now, he's sad because he got bored when I was ignoring him. When he gets bored, he growls. If I'm doing homework and don't want to touch his gross chew toys, he sits next to and growls until he gets depressed and leaves to go sleep on the couch. When I go to take his picture, he pointedly ignores me  until I leave and he repositions himself and groans. Silly dog.

Water (5/31)

I love the ocean. Its rhythm and the sound of its waves seem to comfort me, and I love the complexity and colors of the water as they swirl and turn. I've never felt uncomfortable on the water, or near it, even though I have had one near death experience in a pool when I was four or five.

I was swimming in a pool, sitting on a large inflatable whale, when it started to tip over. It was slow at first, and then fast as my weight flipped it over. I fell into the water, sinking down as the whale bobbed away on the surface of the pool two feet above me. I continued to sink, scared. I couldn't breathe, andI was sinking towards the bottom of the pool. I could still see the light and patterns on the surface of the pool. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mom swimming down towards me, and she scooped me up to the surface in no time, crying. 

I'm still not scared of water. I really don't know why. 

Boning (4/31)

My most recent project is an elizabethan era corset. It is period accurate, and is also a pretty major undertaking. I have been waiting a long time for my 275 yards of reed boning to arrive so that I can finish my project. I get home after an  hour and a half of math homework and See a very large, surprisingly flat box lying on the table. I tear it open. Inside is my boning, tied up in blue ribbon. I finish my homework, and then retrieve my boning to continue working.

I begin to cut lengths to fit into the channels I have sewn into the back panels. I am halfway through the boning process, when I get distracted and the scissors snip through the skin in between my middle and ring fingers on my left hand.