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School has started. My last class yesterday is my first class today, so I thought that I would treat myself to something nice as I woke up and did my French homework. As much as I love my tea it has seemed like lately I haven’t been drinking it all that much while at home. So far it has made this morning pretty amazing. The weather outside is gorgeous and making me homesick for Seattle. Slightly cool and overcast, the perfect weather for layering lightly. Though all I have put on so far today has been my suit jacket. I really miss that cold feeling that is hardwood floors in the morning. I asked at the housing office about not having a roommate and it seems that there is a waiting list to get into these apartments so I should be getting another potential roommate in the next few days. Amy told me that this is probably just the way things will work out and the next roommate I get will be even better. Fingers crossed.

I thought that one of the pictures that people seemed to like from my sketchbook I would turn into a larger watercolor picture. Old watercolor paper lying about with an old sketch I was going to turn into a painting for Shea before she moved away abruptly. A local character, who only seems to know me through the facebook, is trying to get a gallery off the ground and asked me if I would like to contribute. She is wanting a selection of western, surreal, and erotic art though. Not really my forté. I used to do a whole lot of erotic art, but over the years of trying to get into a more ‘exploratory relationship’ and away from those things vanilla has never seemed to pan out and with it my art and drifted from that subject. Photography from time to time still, but the painting, not so much.

The new roommate finally showed up yesterday. Moving in with his parents. Rather quick and brief without much of a time to talk. He then went out to dinner with his folks and after dinner came by to grab his tooth brush and tooth paste. It appeared as though he was going to stay with his folks for the night at what I would assume was their hotel room. A bird leaving the nest for the first time. A random bout of insomnia hit this morning as I was laying in bed, first hard to fall to sleep, and then once asleep I woke up three hours later without the ability to fall back to sleep. Mind going places it hasn’t gone in months, but as well as nowhere. Blank but awake. Needless to say I did my laundry so I can have a nice white shirt to wear for the first day of class. None of the grey stains on the collar and cuffs. Even did some ironing. Gonna look fuckin’ class for class. It seems that every time that I don’t get my needed sleep for the night I get this odd empty feeling in my st

I had a dream last night that I was back at my first job of working at Michael’s arts and crafts. Picking up extra shifts. The other ladies working there couldn’t figure out why I was there because everyone’s hours had been cut short. This was shortly followed by an announcement over the intercom that employees are not allowed to do any employee purchases due to the economy which put a stop to me selecting new pens for my holster. So I begin to leave to store which then the boss and I end up at the front doors at the same time, me leaving, her arriving. She is wearing some kind of garish feather outfit. I could only compare this to that thing once worn by Bjork, except in black. Outside of the store a revolution has erupted. Citizens against tanks. Digging out little trenches in the mud as people get shot left and right. Soon the new leader is in office with others, all in black military dress. The leader is complaining because after the whole revolution the new idea for how to run the

After a long stint in Billings being uninspired to do much work on my art it is nice to be back in Missoula with my café to work at. Although it seems that I have come to an impasse of working on this painting until I figure out the angles and poses for the person crossing the street and the one sitting at the café. Cassie came to visit for the weekend so we wandered about Missoula and relaxed. I have found that my living room does function rather well as a sitting room to hold conversations in. I haven’t really had any guests since Dan moved out so I have yet to have a real test of that function. Although I should be expecting the new roommate any day now so that aspect of the room might dissipate soon. Porcelain and silver back into my bedroom. Meh.

It seems what really makes a nice neighborhood, in my opinion, would be that there are trees lining the way to create shade (aside of course the fact that the houses should be pleasant to look at). The street of my childhood had trees, and though it hid the sky it brought beauty and life and shelter when the heat came. Now when I go back it seems as though more and more trees have gone missing. When I ask why I get responses of the aging neighborhood not wanting to maintain the trees, complaints of having to clean up leafs, and the lie that it was dying (the stumps left behind show that that was never the truth). The whole town that my folks live in seems to be going through this phase of cutting down trees. I think that it might be a new marketing technique for the tree trimming businesses, but that is only an assumption. My father and I have long conversations on how to improve the image of the city, but it seems as though it has already fallen to far into the strip mall prob

Found another pair of vintage bloomers when visiting my parents again. I’m still trying to find a way to wear them practically in some kind of outfit. Since they poof out too much to wear under any of my pants without getting an awkward all around bulge I thought of trying the drooping pants worn below the ass. I only wish that my rubber braces were a bit longer so that they would help hold up my shorts.

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