Astronomy lecture is filled with artistic inspiration. Like butts having a party. 

Well I mean it isn't quite art school, but I am going to college, and it is for art.
So yes, consider this a brief personal update and a sign that I am indeed still alive.  
Below are a few highlights from my year so far:

• I have an Oceanography professor named Doctor Sealander, which is hilarious. 
• My roommate has a cat who is named Athena. She is small and evil and I love her a lot.
• Said cat really has it out for my feet/fingers/face/anything that moves and has taken to burrowing under my blankets and trying to murder me while I sleep.
• I am fairly convinced my Astronomy professor is an alien. I love him.
• I bought Star Wars themed mac&cheese and I can honestly say that it was the worst thing I have ever tasted. SO gross. It probably has to do with the fact that they did away with all the weird crap they used to add to cheese sauce, but whatever. I'm over it. 
• My roommates recently told me they can hear me when I sing in the shower and I am mortified. 
• I have no idea how to turn off the italics on this thing.  
• The end. 

After wanting a septum piecing for essentially my entire life (As a child I snagged the gold plastic hoop earring from my sister's  Miss Potato Head set and insisted on wearing it like a nose ring) I finally bit the bullet and got it done.  I obviously love it very much, but I have noticed an awful lot of this lip scrunching business happening.  I am sure it isn't very charming to look at, but gosh darnit I am happy. 

Minnesota summers are so hot and humid that sometimes laying on the ground until nature completely absorbs you seems to be the best plan for coping. 

this is all you get today.  I scooped ice-cream for many hours yesterday and my tiny spaghetti arms feel like actual uncooked spaghetti noodles. I am going to be so jacked by the fall, but until then I would like to petition the government to send me a working iron man suit so that I may scoop more ice-cream without crying a lot.  god bless america. 

My neighbors tend to start celebrating the 4th of July at least a week in advance, so every night this week the neighborhood has been filled with the joyous sounds of fireworks.  My pets are not happy.  Fireworks are very scary if you are a dog.  

Yesterday we ate cherries and spit them off of the porch.  I drew this small birb in honor of cherries and have put it on a postcard in my shop for reasons. chECK IT.