momma bird

She was chilling under this bush. We spied her as we were walking through the Springer breezeway.

tradition

I love this painting. It is one of many that line the long wall of the lobby in Robert E. Johnson Theatre. The mural displays scenes from theatrical productions, tracing the history of the art. I'm not a hundred percent, but I think it is supposed to be Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof. It is my favorite part of the entire mural. I photographed it in black and white, though it is in color, but I wanted to show how much contrast it has. I love the shadows and highlights of it. Maybe that's the cheesy psuedo-art student of olden times coming out in me, but hey, I guess that's who I am. Anyway, some time last week, I was meandering around campus with my camera, and I decided to go into the theatre lobby. I felt so misplaced in there, and I got the sense that I was sneaking around. I sensed a little disdain from the art/music/theatre/dance students who were sitting on the steps smoking because they know who belongs and who doesn't. At least that's how I felt. I guess three semesters of art and a year of pretending to be a thespian in high school isn't enough. I mean, come on, I took THD104 for Pete's sake... Eh, so I shot the picture and got out of dodge.

That's about all I've got folks. I don't really have much to say, but I felt like saying something. So there.

it dissipates and soon evaporates

film: edward scissorhands
starring: johnny depp

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I just got through watching Edward Scissorhands with Ash and Val. I cannot believe I've never seen that movie before. I remember being a kid and being absolutely mortified when I saw someone watching it. But, oh. It's great. I think ol' Johnny Depp is growing on me. I don't guess I've seen too many of his films. Hmm. I've seen Pirates of the Caribbean, of course, and From Hell. I've seen parts of Blow. I saw both What's Eating Gilbert Grape and Benny & Joon before I knew that was him. And I kind of want to see Secret Window. I never really thought he was hot or anything, but I guess there is something really seductive about that mysterious, strung-out look.

So today's been about lazy. I've read, what? Three pages of The Awakening, if that? But I did get some new sandaly shoes and a haircut. Yup, four inches off the hair. But with the long flowing mane I have, that's really not all that much. And I came back and straightened it. I haven't done that since chili was a nickel. Fun times, indeed.

Well, I guess I'm kinda sleepy, so I'll consider going to bed. Peace, dawgs.

helloooo, spring

in my ears

artist: five for fighting
song: 100 years

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Spring has sprung, and it makes me happy. My only complaint has been the four thousand degrees it's been in the room. But, alas. Today, I purchased a wonderful Shadow Mayes fan. It's superior to all fans. And his name is Phal. I love Phal. All love Phal.

So a few decent things have happened in the past couple days. One, of course, being that spring has arrived. Secondly, LT cancelled grammar class for next week altogether, AND Hovie Hovis said, "Hey, I'm Hovie Hovis, and I'm hot. I also think we won't have class on Thursday. 'Cause I'm Hovie Hovis." So I don't have class on Thursday. Now, that's what I'm talkin' about.

Well, this warm weather's got me narcoleptic. I just want to sleep. I can't sit still for five second without nodding off. So I might be heading that way here in a few minutes. After, of course, I untangle the wadded mess that is my bed.

i shall be leaves

I hate my grammar class. I'll let that be known. Today, Jennie and I decided that the day we do professor and course evaluations will be the day of doom for ol' LT. I finally got my test back--a month later. I got a 76. That really makes me confident in my major--and my language, for that matter. I think only one person made an A in the whole class. *grumble grumble*

On the other hand, there was Hovie. Nothing spectacular has to happen for this to be good, but there is nothing like hearing the words 25 tips on how to be hot in bed come from that mouth of his. And for those of you who know how he pronounces his Os, symposium was music to my ears. Goo mother, he's beautiful. And he let us out something like thirty minutes early today, and ladies and gentlemen, that's not Hovie-like. I think he felt guilty for assigning so much reading and our paper to be due. He moved the syllabus forward, so now I have an extra day to read. Good, because I only read about twenty pages of The Awakening. I'm going to go settle in with that and A Visitation of Spirits for a nap. I really do have intentions to read. I'm just so tired...