I Need You To Be All I Believe In.

Raise your hand if you woke up totally rested at 6:20 AM!

...So I'm still working on mischief that I can't fully be honest with you about until after tonight. I also probably won't be able to post again until the end of this week-ish. Busy week ahead. We got major mischief to be made (Tonight), Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday is my beautiful friend Carl's birthday. And you know, of course, his party is going to be TMNT. I call Donatello!

3 weeks til school and I could NOT be more excited.

Here's my Fall 2011 Schedule:

Fibers [class of all yarn & thread all the time. It should just be called "Katie" the class]

Sculpture II [I'm going to see about learning to weld, make furniture, and work with wood]

Survey of Asian Art History [Art History.....DROOL]

Independent Study [Being graded for doing my own shit - WIN.]

So, yesterday I found out some tragic news. First of all the lead singer of the 1960s band America passed in his sleep at 60 (he lived in Missouri - who knew?). RIP Dan Peek. Secondly, I tore up heaven and earth (my room) looking for my poetry notebook - my partner in crime, my composition, Harriet the Spy-esque book which I'd been writing in for about 9 months only to find out that the little kitten knocked it into my trashcan (she likes to do this with my books sometimes, rubs her head against them until they fall from my side table) and Mamabird collected the trash the next day and - you guessed it - they collected it that same day.

Some of my best work is at the City Dump now.

[this is going to be the title of my new notebook, which my brother said he is going to pick out - cause he's a sweetie]

It was about half full. I was going to get it published.

Needless to say I cried, Mamabird cried - yesterday was a weird fucking day. It still hurts my heart to think about it. Just laying there. With garbage.

In good news, however, 3 poems from it were saved onto my computer about a month ago because I sent them to Poetry Magazine (only for them to be rejected). I am going to put one (if not all) of these on my POETRY page - a picture of my lost notebook can be seen at the top of the page. Sigh. I guess I really am the sensitive artist type. I could cry right now if I think about it too hard. But then I think about something my friend Dylan (who is going to be known for writing someday, he's amazing) said to me and I feel better,

"When words are lost remember you will always find them again because they were yours, and remember they will be better, for you are better and always will be."

Currently re-reading Ryan Adams' 2009 poetry book Infinity Blues.

"...babycakes

may you always win

for thick claws

and soft skin

dry tears

out the window with my face

on the sky

and what is now left of the wind

the wind of gone."

...is it bad that I keep really thinking about going to the city dump with rubber boots & gloves and looking for my notebook? I already have some volunteers. Anybody else?!

Gotta remember, dreamers, chin up - art is in the heART.

XO.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out...

So it was a really weird, and busy week!

It all started when Mamabird and I went to play Bingo with the elderly people at

Republic Senior Center....

We didn't win a SINGLE

GAME!!!! Older people kept calling "Bingo" at all the wrong times, so then when we still had a shred of hope left, we'd resume the unfinished game only to have someone with an actual Bingo win with the next call. Hope Springs Eternal. And Hope is a Bitch. We were sad. So, in order to make myself feel better - I went and got my hairs cut by my prettyful friend Wendy (in order to make herself feel better, Mamabird went and got a Cherry Limeade from Sonic at Happy Hour - oh the life of the Retired!). Wendy traded me a haircut for a painting! Which was totally awesome because I am wayy poor and the painting she wanted (It haunts me because of it's lack of skill - I was just a fledgling when I made it, but she really likes it!) was just sitting getting dusty in our SunRoom. So that was the plan.

But then......THIS HAPPENED:

Part of the deal was that Wendy would wax my eyebrows, but apparently I am allergic to ANYKIND of wax. EVER.

"Your skin bubbled up and started bleeding," she said, "then I went to wipe the blood away and the hair went with it."

So basically, it BURNED MY EYEBROW OFF.

But not to worry, Children of the Revolution, all can be fixed with eyeshadow that is liken- colored to that of my hairs. The only bummer is that if I wanted to be in a Frida Kahlo look-alike contest anytime soon, I would have slim chances of winning. Dangit!!!

The good news though, was that it made me laugh hysterically, and I can add it to the ever lengthening list of "mishaps" that has happened to me over the years. And if you know me well at all - there's a BUNCH of them.

Plus I went home and started this book:

[by David Nicholls, soon to be out as a movie (aug 19thish), yeah it's sappy but whatever man I liked it.]

And finished it today!

Then after that - I took a WONDERFUL NAP.

When I woke up, I made some earrings for my friend Amy Byrum.

which I've never actually made dangly earrings before, so that was interesting and - after a few sailor-y words - FUN.

And besides all these interesting happenings, I also worked about 25 hours at the old CorporateSoulKiller, sketched some more nudie ladies, went swimming with Mamabird at the community center (there were so many old people talking and swimming, I hung out with the Greatest Generation alot this week), started working on some new drapery/material sculpture ideas, and burned the top of my left hand on Amy Byrum's oven.

All in a week's work I guess!

Anyways, here is my love song to you this week:

XO.