The Jungle...

...it's really the only way I can describe the current state of my 'studio'. In all it's multi-windowed fourth-floor glory, it has literally turned into a junk yard of sorts. The problem is a complex yet very simple one - complex because we can't figure out how to fix it, simple because it's a problem easy to pinpoint. The studio is full of 'stuff'...but it's all 'stuff' with nowhere else to go. /sigh/. I'm pretty sure it started the downhill slide to overgrowth with the purchase of an incredibly awesome full-sized drum set for my 5 year old daughter. Why a drum set? Well, because her daddy is a drummer and she wants to be just like him, of course. Why full-sized? It was $25 at a yard sale, in almost perfect condition. Since this purchase, I have accumulated more art supplies than I could possibly need, a very large filing cabinet for Slumber Parties folders, etc., 8 chairs that seem to have no home, and 6 (yes, SIX) luggage bags full of Slumber Parties products. How many other artists can honestly say that they can't fit their tiny 108lb body into their studio because there are too many vibrators in the way? I could probably paint or draw in either the coffee or dining room table but alas...back to that five year old daughter - sticky fingers make for sticky furniture. I swear I can clean the furniture five times a day and still wind up with grape kool-aid on the back of my half-finished portrait.

In other news, I made the Dean's list last semester. ♥ I'm pretty darn close to making it again this semester, if I can somehow convince myself to study instead of...well, blogging, for instance... or reading the same book to my daughter for the thirtieth time. Laundry...laundry seems to get in the way of everything. Then again, when you have a daughter who insists on changing clothes thirteen times a day and always manages to spill something on the 'new' outfit before you even realize she's wearing something different, laundry will pile up quickly. I'm taking Theater this semester. Yes, me - the queen of performance anxiety unless I have an adult product in my hand and am talking to a room full of half-lit women. So far, it's awesome. So far, I haven't had to go on stage. I am learning alot though, and I think my 'group' for the play we're doing may break me out of my 'performance' shell before it's all said and done, no matter how unwilling I am. I'm also in Philosophy this semeser - interesting, because we seem to talk about the same things in Theater that we do in Philosophy on the same day. My professors both rock - one is amazigly cooky and the other has a penchant for the phrase 'bullshit'. The first time he said this in relation to God, I though the entire class would fall over in a mass heart attack. If you've ever seen An Evening with Kevin Smith (Kevin Smith being Silent Bob from Mallrats/Clerk, etc.), Philosophy is very much like sitting in the audience. Same mannerisms, same language, same belly laughing - ratemyprofessor.com wins again this semster. ♥