Caught off guard...Big time

So I sit here at work once again, bored, listening to Fiona Apple's It's Not About Love, Mostly because of the fact that Zach is in the video, and the song grows on you. Anyway, someone great comes into my office asking me a vague favor..."here let's go into my office instead." With the changes of Union Staff, I might be taking up some new responsiblities. The first thing I thought of was that they really trust me, and that I'm honored that they even thought of me. It hasn't been finalized, at least not through my direct Supervior Tom, but the Silver Fox seems to think it's a good thing. I miss Jim...

I am a sponge...

I soak up as much informations as possible! So this gentleman from New Mexico decided to grace us with his presence, his name is Michael Hendrix...he's a white dude. But he brings beautiful stones to sell to us poor art students looking to make amazing jewelry and sculptures in precious metals...But he did so much more than just sell his hard work, he show some of us how to actually cut stones. AMAZING, and I'm so excited to do my first piece tomorrow morning! But he also shared his life stories and just ate them all up...going back tomorrow to do some more!

I really wanna!

Go home this weekend. I realize that I won't have any available weekends, until Thanksgiving or even when I come home for Winter Break and Gregg's Graduation. Plus, if I go home now, I'll get the break I've been needing this past few weeks. Yes, I have school work to do, and it all has to be finished a week from today...But it's a week. Seriously, if I finish all my images for Litho, which means finish drawing a etching my figure, and finish my a la pupae piece for Intaglio on Monday, and my bracelet on Monday as well, it should be all good, right?

I was talking to one of my great friends this week about our blogs. People saying it's too personal, and to be care about what we write on them, though there appears to be nothing foul or even worse appearing on it. It's personal, cause it's mine. It's my place to share and express myself. I like writing my thoughts, and when they are too personal, they go in my journal that no one reads. I love being able to share with those still in California, I found out recently that even my Dad reads my blog. I'm not good about talking on the phone, or even calling people. I would rather write a letter or email telling them I'm ok or even just thinking about them. Some of you have experienced this with my texts...

Pray that I make the right decision tomorrow...California or Arizona.

Just for your information...if you care to know

What a strange, yet amazing weekend. Friday was Seinfeld, which I only laughed like four times, and it was in reference to kids and a Reunion for the cast. Got to see some familiar faces, and enjoyed actually getting some time to talk to them for a moment.

Then it was The Place with Jason and Gabe, and an over whipped creamed waffle with strawberries and a touch of blueberry syrup. It was so good, and my first bit was that of the weightless delight. Back to their apartment we go, to enjoy so season one of Heroes, which I fell asleep as soon as I got horizontal on that couch of theirs. It's been hard not to go over there, even at like two in the afternoon, and not begin to drift off in to that wondrous sleep.

My weekend was pretty uneventful, minus skipping Tour de Fat and feeling like a child with fighting parents at dinner. I really should have gone to see the leaves change, but it's just leaves, and Heroes was more important. But yet I didn't think going to Church was important. I really was going to go, but spent the most of my Sunday sleeping, getting Janice's car out of jail, and watching Heroes with Jason. I thought I would go to evening service, but I didn't get home until 5pm, and did laundry, rather than grab my chewed Bible and heading somewhere. But did get into a great discussion with Jason, like always, about our struggles with our Faith. We might start going together...please pray about that.

An update on Janice's sister: She finally came home, after her Mom and Dad saw her at a house. She did try to commit suicide, was unsuccessful, but things are still a bit sketchy. Janice was really upset, and I was glad to be there to talk to her about it. Family is hard sometimes, but it gets better as I see it.

So here I sit at work, thinking about my weekend. It's only Tuesday, but my weekend may start as early as Thursday. This is a hard decision for me, since so many things factor into it.

1.) Drive 7+ to California(which puts 1000+ miles on my 20 year old truck), see family and great friends, play paintball with my brothers, go to my amazing church, and head back to Flagstaff early Monday.


2.) Stay in Arizona, finish my three editions that are due the following Wednesday and Thursday, and the stupid bracelet that is due Wednesday as well. But go to the State Fair in Phoenix, and stuff my face with delicious, unhealthy foods, and look at country boys(if there are any).

3.) Stay in Flagstaff, and just work on my pieces, and enjoy the cool weather.

Oh decisions....at least I don't have to look for a dress anymore...THANK YOU RHONDA!

Please Pray...

My roommate is having a really hard time this last two weeks. Her sister's boyfriend OD, and died, but it was a bit scetchy about his situation a bit. So her sister allegedly tried to kill herself a few days ago, yet no one seem to remember which facility they took her to, if they actually did. My roommate spent her day calling all the emergency rooms in Kingman and surrounding areas, and no luck. Someone made a comment that she's ok, she's with Isaac now, which is Mr. OD. So my roommate is worried, and the only person she really wanted to talk to yesterday wouldn't call her back, which just adds to her stress. So please pray for her. This is my roommate that I've been trying to go to church with her since last semester, but we find excuses. Maybe this Sunday we'll actually go...No we'll go.

Comform!

So, I'm a Candle Lighter, as I've stated before, for my sister, Rhonda's Wedding in March. So I haven't been looking for dresses, kinda really like the one the picked for the Maids, but I'm wearing a completely different color (pastel pink) than the whole bridal party. My "responsibilities" are shared with one other person, who is having a hard time with the fact that we are to look like we belong in the wedding, yet not to be confused with one of the BRIDE's maids. It's not my Wedding, so I can't really say yes or no to her ideas for us, but to me, they just sound wrong. At least she and myself should like a like, at least when it comes to the dress. But she's kinda determined on being separate. "your's being floor length, and mind shorter." RAYLENE doesn't do Floor length! and probably only will on her wedding day. Also, a floor length dress is not something to be worn for a March Wedding that involves a Bounce House. I would rather just have the same as the Maids, and it be done, and be something I know my sister agrees on. But she has to tell me and this other person what she wants. I really like the dress! To the point that I would want to wear it again, even to a fancy dinner or date. Hey I just would look amazing in it as I bounce in the bounce house...Just saying.

I deserve the Nun's slap with a ruler...

But I'm not Catholic. Yet, I do feel guilty, thanks to Melanie. I'm not blaming her for my guilt, cause I'm the one that's not holding myself accountable. I seem to be making excuses. Yes, my new found reading was tragically eaten by my roommates clumsy Rottweiler, but I have access to the Internet, which allows me to read from my version and 50 others. So what did I do once I got to work today? Logged on, check emails, myspace, Facebook, and then read Revelation 12 and 21. Why 12 and 21? Mostly cause I read Mel's bulletin wrong, but both passages are very strong, and somewhat rewarding.

I love history, and I think that's why I was actually(at one point), seeking a degree in Theology. Maybe I'll go back and get it...from Liberty of course. But after reading those two chapters of Revelation, I'm eager to see the events told come to life. Like a story book wedding, that so many girls unlike me, dream of. I often wonder if I will be present during the unravellings that lead to the second coming. It's like a long awaited performance, and I can't help but get excited.

I've been doing fairly well with school and work. My hours are still minimal, but I'm not starving and penniless. My Jewelry class is cake, at least right now. My bangel is almost done, and I only worked on it yesterday. Yes, I took a few short cuts, ie using the metal cutter up in Printmaking to cut my silver and cooper, rather than sawing it out by hand. But I milled my own shame for around my stone, rather than just getting one from the teacher. Printmaking is still a challenge, but I'm coasting right through them. Trying my best to just learn the technique, and not spend weeks on my plates. It's hard, but has to be done!

Work is so crazy this semester! We are actually doing a Dome Show in November. Plus the two other concerts this month, and all out regular events. I'm not sure when I'll have a free weekend to come home, except Thanksgiving.