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So I always thought astrology was a bunch of bullshit.  Then I did this birth chart thing that describes your characteristics based on the position of the planets in the sky at the moment of your birth.  This damn chart has me down to a T...strengths, weaknesses, and habits.  It's really interesting.  If you are really bored, you should go try yourself: http://www.0800-horoscope.com/birthchart.php.

Let me know if my eerie matching is just a coincidence.

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I feel like I can chonicle my life through sketch books.  Is that strange?  I've always been drawn to arts.  My first one was in elementry school, filled with animals, flowers, and real life studies.  My middle school years were my dark years.  Everyone has a stretch of time that they perfer was erased from their history and those years are mine.  Even so, it was relatively tame compared to what other people go through.  My work turned very artsy and I remember desperately craving praise from our art teacher- he always seemed to favor my best friend over me and it always made me angry/frustrated.  When I got into high school, I banished my sketch books.  I didn't want to be classified as an art freak or show any connection with the girl I was in middle school.  And I wasn't.  In high school, I did band, theatre, class officers, student council, NHS, SNHS, the list goes on and on.  People knew who I was and I was well liked.  I've always been fairly well-liked, mind you, just more so in high school.  As I got older, I began want to sketch again but for some reason, it now felt like a sin.  I would hide everything so no one, not even my parents, could see.  I would only do it in the middle of the night and if they walked in on me drawing, I would cover what I was working on with my hands or a pillow.  I wouldn't even doodle in my notes.  Is that sad?  They probably thought I was drawing naked people having sex.  But I wasn't.  I drew characters from books or invented new characters and gave them a story.  Everything has always been furtive and hidden since seventh grade.  College has changed that.  Here I feel so liberated, actually being able to sit in the green room with a sketch book out in the open!  My work this past semester has been detailed and costume heavy, mostly because I'm in costume design.  Even though I am encouraged to keep a sketchbook here, I still have difficulty allow other people to look at my work. Once a sketchbook is done, no one is ever allowed to see it.  I won't even look at it.  They are too personal and I feel exposed sharing so much with other people.  Because sketchbooks in college aren't the frogs and butterflies of fifth grade.  They also aren't just drawings.  They are filled with randomly found poetry, snippets of Shakespeare, progressive styles, the shaping of the old, discovering the new, half realized dreams, but most importantly, who the artist is at that particular stage of their life.

I have no idea why I decided to share this.  I haven't written in like five months because I keep my life busy to the point of extremism.  I want to be one of the top in my field and I'm willing to do everything to attain it.  Obviously. That's all besides the point.  I bought a book yesterday.  It shows in exquisite detail how the body is put together, naming all the bones and all the muscles.  The purpose of the book is to get the artist to understand how to draw the body more accurately by understanding the proportions and the ways it can move.  It's a phenomally useful book and I was just excited that now it's okay for me to be able to tell you that I'm excited about it.

~Shell      

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I want to go see Norbet Leo Butz, I mean Dirty Rotten Scoundrels in October.  Tickets are $75.  Any takers? 

(There aren't any ushering jobs available, bah!) 

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There is little in life that is more satisfying that sitting in your warm bed in your pajamas while playing on the laptop, eating cold pizza, and drinking a beer.  Today is my day off!   Hooray!

I've not started packing yet.  I visited IKEA for the first time the other day.  That store is insane!  I'm so excited! I've never in my life had my own bathroom or my own bedroom sans clear doors.  My mom and I go shopping all the time in the gaps of time between our respective schedules.  I saw some cousins at Bed Bath and Beyond and we discovered that I had missed every family get-together all summer.  Luckily, I'm off again on Sunday night so we're having an old fashioned Mexican barbeque.  My elder cousin is moving into her apartment the same day I am so this weekend is our last chance.  She is a junior at SFA.  I think she's going to get married before she finishes college.  She'll probably be lauded for this.  Oh, did I tell you the story? Whilst the fam was in the car, my mom started suggesting that I get an office job somewhere.  I tell her that I've always leaned towards the arts and that I find the office jobs stifling.  She rattles off reasons pro-office then she said something about it better for the kids.  Without even thinking, I exclaim that I don't even want kids (which is only three-quarters true, but that's besides the point).  Deathly silence settles over the car.  It was kinda like I just announced I was gay or had some sort of cancer.  My mom said something biting back (but I was so angry I can't remember what it was) but I remember replying "So I have to pop out a few babies to be worth anything in this world?!" Moral of the story: The quickest way to get me riled up is to tell me I'm not good enough or worth anything.  It's just frustrating.  I'm fucking rewiring the electrical circuits of an entire building and they just want me to have babies.  I try to tell them what I'm doing, accomplishing, but all I get is a "That's nice, mija". 

I'm not really mad at them about it anymore.  I won't let that three-day-old incident ruin my day off today.

I move in the 19th.  See everyone then! (: