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But anyway. Today I had a list of things to do and I accomplished everything. First I helped Naomi make a blurb to start publicity for the play (reminder to self and Naomi: start a collection of publicity to send to the Playwrights Guild.)

Then I finished the brochure for Carlson’s. I had to write bios, which I don’t mind, but was annoyed because I don’t know the people I was writing about. I got over it though since all I really had to do was rearrange pre-gathered information.

Then I made a poster for the play. It sucks and I’ll probably start again in PhotoShop (I was trying Publisher but no.)

Then I read ten pages of Aristotle, which always takes longer than I am expecting due to re-reading and actually trying to understand what he was saying.

This morning I woke up thinking that the word “susan” was an abbv. for the word “asparagus”.

Yesterday I woke up with a sore neck and a headache. I also knew all the lyrics to “Baby Got Back”. The wedding, I think, was fun.

I was afraid, in the back of my head as to not seem a pessimist/jinx the affair, that it would rain today and I don’t have any significant pretty cover to go over my planned outfit for the wedding. It’s going to be sunny and hot instead, which makes sense, and I will wear a hat to prevent sunstroke.

Things around me:
“Where is she now? Where she is now”
A slim piece of paper with the lyrics to “The Perfect Drug” computer-printed on it in various shades of red. Out of the first stanza the words are highlighted out such: “I got my head unravelling control.” Puts me in mind of dada poetry which I am still Yet To Try.

Yesterday when I went to the Moon I parked in the parking lot immediately adjacent to the building. Usually I park a little ways off, where there is lots of room, for example. I was proud of myself.

I made some art the other day. Yo!

Lindsie: Touch the painting!

Dad: Eeeew!

Lindsie: Dad touched the painting!

If all goes well I will finish my crocheted blanket soon. Depending on how much telly I watch tonight.

Thing is, the rows get longer the larger the blanket gets, dam’t.

I started reading Aristotle’s “The Politics” this morning. I don’t know why and it took an hour to read 8 pages. This is all the analogy I can write for now, unfortunatly.

If I don’t do my ballet homework everyday I get the music stuck in my head anyway. I’ve been going to sleep with the theme song to my plies exercise.

I started two new paintings today, having tentatively finished the other two yesterday. So far they are are sky blue and I like stetched canvas better than canvas board, using one of each because that’s what I have available right now. Also, I don’t do undercoating because I have to wait for it to dry before I really get to start, I guess, because that’s what I’m doing now and I’m impatient with the taped-up dancers ready to be traced. I put the canvases outside so they dry faster/maybe get some leaves or dirt stuck to them for subtext.

M theory blows my mind. All these hard scientists talking about other dimensions like they might really exist. But all of it still physics so my mind just can’t understand it. It makes me cry in frustration and wonder.