So Very Dark

As usual, it’s been a while since I posted anything other than cool stuff that I thought you guys should check out on my blog, and I thought it might be time for a real blog about me. 

I have allergies.  Or a cold.  But at this point, with sinuses still itchily full to bursting and regular sneezes punctuating my activities, I am casting a malevolent eye with ever more regularity upon the cruel blossoms of May and their crueler pollen.

This past weekend was a wasted one.  Both Briggs and I were sunk deep in a mire of malaise and discontent, as well as a bit of just not really giving a damn.  We each had projects on our docket, and neither made a single inch of forward progress, likely due to our lack of effort in that regard.  Something in the air.  I think I shall try to pin the blame on the pollen again.

School has been…much as always.  I feel in one respect that my near-Herculean efforts in joining the on-site English class I coveted were a waste, as I frustratingly fail with regularity to achieve a grade higher than a ‘B’ on any of our essays yet (a depressing turn of events for one accustomed to the position of preening English pet)…but I bolster myself through the rebuking reminder that I chose this class not for less demanding scholastics than those of the class I was enrolled in, but rather for the very opposite.  I may end the term with a grade that will move me to sulk, but when I have finished I will be able to take comfort in new ideas gleaned, and intellect perhaps expanded.

My Photoshop class frustrates me, and our current project particularly.

Economics I simply find depressing, though the class does recall to me why I never watch the news, and thus strengthen my resolve to continue to not watch the news in the future.

My Graphic Illustration class has finally taken a turn for the more exciting in our final project (though this has remained my favorite class this term, regardless), as we are beginning to work on a piece that is to actually involve DRAWING.  Not tracing, not copying…drawing.  Yes.  I am quite excited.  Though also somewhat trepedatious, as greater liberty to soar also provides many more opportunities to plummet directly onto sharp rocks.  *cringe*

Home remains relatively unchanged as well, though increasingly green, and also warmer.  Though I admit that I was rather done with freezing weather by the middle of March, I have now experienced sun again, found it to be quite as abhorrent as I remembered and am ready for the snow to come back.  Or perhaps a lengthy lovely autumn stretching all the way from now until the beginning of December, chill enough to discourage the multitudes of insects and not yet so bitter that layers of coats are necessary for any brief sojourn outside.

Also, due to limited funds of late, I feel that my cooking abilities have taken quite a step forward out of necessity — though we seemed to have no food at all in the house for many days running, I managed to create real meals a number of times, possibly through witchcraft.  Now, however, we have a stocked larder once again, and my curious talent will be allowed to atrophy as I create sensible dinners with actual ingredients.

I planted a few plants in the garden boxes outside, but I fear that all may have perished.  I can cajole sprouts from their seeds with very little difficulty, but convincing the seedlings to continue to flourish and become useful members of society seems to often be beyond me, aside from a few herbs — especially catnip, of which I now have a vibrant mass of leaves that is attempting to snatch up all the sun available to the detriment of every other plant in the window.

As I have life-long difficulty with consise writing, I have again rambled overlong and doubt that any reader has followed my scattered thoughts to this terminal (if you are still reading, you have my comendation).  As such, and with nothing of great import to add, I will leave off for now.