Did I mention our latest ceramics project? We have to take the jar we made that we think was the most successful of the twelve and make it eight more times, each time changing it somehow. I planned to make two jars each day of the weekend, putting me at six. I only made one on Friday because my neck was bothering me. I made two yesterday and two today. But I forgot that I'd made one the day we got the assignment, so I'm still at six. I only have to make two more by Thursday, which is AWESOME. There will be NO stress this week. None whatsoever. This pleases me greatly. As for the jars themselves, I think I've had varying degrees of success with them, but I'm experimenting with them. I'm not just taking what I originally made and altering it slightly. One of them is kind of a smaller version of the first, but even it has changes. I'll probably take pictures of them once they're all done. I have a few, and I'm gonna post them to the blog I'm keeping for class. I'll link to it.

I didn't get everything done this weekend that I wanted to, but the last thing will hopefully be done later this week. Jeannine and I were supposed to record our small-group (2-3 people) recording for DAP. Sophie agreed to sing for us, and she said Alex would play guitar with her, but it turns out he can no longer do it, so we postponed it. Jeannine's daughter sings (sang?) in high school, so we're hoping the two of them can do a duet. Prof. Rhodes is just happy that someone's recording before break, so I think even with the minor setback, Jeannine and I are getting points for that. XD Our other two group members need to be slapped upside the head, though. Well, okay, one of them, D, might have an excuse. He's on the college basketball team and had an away game for some of the time, and then Duncan (the other guy) said D's father was in the hospital and he wouldn't be in class. D came to class anyway, but there's no telling if anything will change that makes him lose class time. Duncan is just a flake. He's really intelligent, but doesn't seem to believe in communication. We were all supposed to meet one night last week to go over things, and Duncan said he could come for a few minutes before going to meet another group for a class they needed to write a 25-page (!) paper in. He never showed up, leaving Jeannine and I to talk badly about him, because we totally did. He finally sent a message two and half hours after the meeting time to say he took a nap and when his alarm went off, his roommate shut it off without waking him up. (Kind of douchey if true.) There was another e-mail he sent that Jeannine basically had to badger him into. I can get behind the thing with missing our meeting and going to the other one. That's fine. If you're near a computer, get your ass on it and pop off an e-mail. COMMUNICATE. Because otherwise we form very low opinions of you.

Anyway, I'm recording the small-group thing with Jeannine this week if all goes well, we've decided (and by that I basically mean me and Jeannine) to record the large ensemble as a group, and we're leaving the mid-size (4+ people) recording to Duncan and D, because we were the ones to develop the project plan, we were the ones to secure the small-group recording, and we're the ones asking professors if we can record their rehearsals. We've been doing ALL the work and it's only fair. We have yet to hear from them on this. I will not have them fucking up my grade in this class, dude. I will crack the whip if I have to.

And that concludes the negativity in this post. Next topic!

I'm not wearing the binder today, giving my boobs a break, and it's annoying to look at myself. XD;; Can I just have surgery, please? But anyway, I'm keeping it. It feels pretty good on me: The only time it gets bad is when the compression part rolls up on itself, which doesn't happen too often. It seems like it makes the compression worse and I need to adjust it, to roll it back down. Also, I'd be having a much better time with it if my boobs would stop moving. The problem is it's made for cisgendered men, not for female breasts, so... yeah. ^^; I might possibly invest in one from one of the other companies, but I need to measure myself and make sure I'll be able to even fit them. The problems of being an American (where people tend to be kinda large) looking to buy something from a company in Taiwan (where people tend to be kinda small).

I got a JOB, yo. On campus, with the help desk. Two openings, and I got one! I don't know when I start. I'd imagine it would make sense to start after break and after I get back from NCECA, but we'll see. It'll be good to be earning some money, though, even if it's not much. A job is a job. And I'm sure I can use it to find leads to other jobs later on. I swear, I'm bitching quite a bit about this year, but so far it's been pretty damn good, school-wise. Good grades the first semester, I am enjoying my classes this semester even though I'm complaining about them, I get to go to a ceramics conference in Houston, I've got a job, and I was accepted into an honor society. OH, and I found out what my number for Room Draw is. They do it by class and by GPA, so as a graduate of 2014, I already get a pretty high number, and I'm on the low end of the first GPA tier. I expected a good number. I got 3. THREE. You know what that means? That means that when Sophie shows up to pick a room for us (since I'll be in Houston), we can pretty much have any room we damn well please. Also, have I mentioned how excited I am to be rooming with Sophie again next year? Because I am. One-sided crush notwithstanding. XD;

I still have to finish writing something for WAM, and then I am drawing for the rest of the night.

Also, I STILL want a mohawk. XD;;