My favorite things

I love to shower. there is nothing like the elation and relief that freshly washed body and hair and clean clothes can bring. It's almost like a suit of armor. I tell you, as long as my hair is stilll wet, which is a long time since i always put it up, I feel clean. And when i feel clean i feel powerful. Isn't that bizarre. Last night i was sitting around waiting to shower (my sister was in there) and i was just about reaching the end of my patience with my dirtiness. I had bathed the day before but had not washed my hair, and had sweat rather profusely while sleeping off my hangover. I felt gross. I felt sticky and itchy and phantom noseeums were attacking me. The relief was palpable. I am so fucking bored it's unreal. I drew for a couple hours yesterday, which made me feel very good. I have a shitton of art supplies but i have been kind of ignoring them because i was waiting until i could put up a studio in my garage. I felt last night was a good time to revisit my hobbies. I forgot how blissful and content i feel when i am really into a piece of work. I am not particularly gifted; i have no vision, no voice, nothing to say with my art. I am, however, an excellent visual mimic. Give me something to stare at and i will eventually produce a pretty accurate picture of it. If my limited art history serves me that is called realism. I did a self portrait for school (we had to) which i sware looks just like me. I also did this pair of jeans which i framed and gave to my mother. It was from a magazine ad, with the rest of the body cut out, just the jeans, but i thought it was cooool. One of the upsides to being artistic is i get away with giving my pieces to the parents for gifts when i am particularly broke. I don't know if they are being dutiful parents, but they always display them. No, they're not that kind of people. They wouldn't put them up if they sucked. Oh, heres a good story about my art. My parents are not paying for my education (although they have hinted at paying for grad school), but my dad does throw down cash here and there when i am broke, but i still don't think this entitles him to any say in my academic career (especially considering how limited his was). When i was at pcc i took a couple art classes, a total of 4, i think. Well he had the nerve to ask me "what do you need art classes for?" all indignant like i was just some dumb hippie wasting his money. Amber has many faults but they are none of them academic. It was a painting class that he was specifically referring to. I did a couple of pieces and most of them sucked. There was, however, this painting of a womans face that i copied from a page torn out of a magazine because i liked the way it was cropped. It is about 10 by 12 and hanging in my bathroom, if any of you have ever been to my house. It turned out quite well, and i'm fairly proud of it. I stayed the night at my parents house and put the painting on the table to show them in the morning. While i was still asleep and they were having their coffee I overheard my mom telling my dad "are you going to apologize to Amber for giving her shit about taking an art class?" after they saw the painting. He did apologize and now he asks me for new stuff all the time, which i oblige whenever i have hours to spare. I figured out the meaning of an expression last night which will pose no great mystery to you, gentle reader, because you will see it spelled, but keep in mind i had to puzzle it out in my head. The expression: "kneewalking drunk". I was really hungry yesterday. Normally i barely have room for two meals but i ate three times yesterday and was still starving by the time i went to bed. With no physical activity to speak of. Maybe I'm pregnant. No not really. ha ha just kidding. thats not funny. God i hope not. I want kids someday but i need to finish school before i will even be able to consider that or marriage. On that happy note my next door neighbor and one of my best friends both had babies over the weekend. Their last names are both Yoshihara, too. Mui coincidence. Well bye for now. kiddies