Carol Lay is amusing. This piece is called The persistance of Kat Klocks. I just added my Amazon Wishlist. Buy me something and I'll write you a poem. heh.

I wrote two short stories this weekend. This is extraordinary. I never write fiction. But then again, these might be poems in disguise. I will post them soon.

I came across a sentence at the Spark.com that made me giggle: "We live in an appalling, backwards world in which, everyday, college students learn with greater skill how to spell the word misogyny and accuse each other of being sexist." This was in the intro to the Slut test.

ooOO00o000oooh. I'm so sick. Domino's gave me food poisoning. I'm dying. I spent most of last night either hallucinating or dry heaving. ugh. help.

Actually, Aki only put up two of my paintings in the Sofa Cafe. But... they have spotlights on them!

Today I went to my first live drawing class at the women's studio center. I've been planning to go for about 6 months, but I just keep cancelling at the last minute. One reason is that it's SO early in the morning! 11AM! Also, I sometimes just get this wierd social anxiety any time I attempt to try something new. It was fantastic! Such good practice. Of course, everybody else was a much better artist than me, at least in that they had a basic grasp of anatomy, which I don't, I admit. All my people look like distorted stick figures with pot bellies. Probably has something to do with the way I perceive people. In my world, you're all distorted stick figures! Aagh!!
Don't talk to me.

Anyway, I met the coolest girl, OlgaTuimil, who was there for the first time and is an incredible artist. Of course she had to sit next to me so I could see her work and get jealous. No stick figures for her. But she did loan me her crayon. That's not to be scoffed at.