how my first week back is going.

i have learned that two art history classes are better than two studio classes.  especially when you've already got what looks to be a busy semester ahead of you.

i love art history class a lot.  it's probably a good thing i'm switching my major to it.

having a teacher switched on you at the last minute is annoying.

the best route between most of my classes has become a construction zone.

august is hot.

it's been a rough week on everyone.  sadly, marius and fiyero didn't make it.  we have had two fishy funerals.

there's been lots of free food.

campus is really busy.  i've gotten used to the quiet campus this summer.

my roommates are hilarious.  i love them.  just a lot.

i did more than enough reading this summer.  so if i can't find a spare minute to curl up with a book, i think i'll live.

things that i like:

the number of spiders i've had to kill in my new place.

second best for snuggles.

meet patches.

he is second best for snuggles when my man isn't around.

especially when paired with man's sweater.

(i'm sad it's summer because that means i can't wear it all the time)

new roommates.

gracie and i got new roommates.

meet marius and fiyero.

art project: success

we haven't made art in awhile.  because normally things don't work out this well.

but these are cool.

i had a productive day at work.

"they made a pact that they would wear whatever they had to in order to marry their royal sweethearts."

guess which of the daughters was disowned.

wedding dresses and alligators.

my man came to visit me last weekend.
we were having one of the conversations so typical of the two of us, where i admit to liking something really girly and he makes fun of me.


(ps, when you're a girl, being girly is allowed)


this time it was say yes to the dress.

he countered, claiming swamp people to be superior.
wanting to compromise, as well as get him to watch an episode of say yes to the dress, i suggested we watch an episode of each.

first we watched say yes to the dress.  he was set on sleeping through it at first, but by the end was doing over-exaggerated imitations of the brides crying for joy about their perfect wedding dress.  and making up background stories for the brides.  so about the amount of teasing i was expecting.

then we watched swamp people.

you guys, i am fairly certain that nothing is more different from say yes to the dress than swamp people.
at one point there were actual blood splatters on the camera.
my man loved it.
(i didn't completely hate it.  but don't tell him that.)
i told him he should never become an alligator hunter.
though i will admit, we had a rather excellent weekend. even if i did have to watch swamp people.