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That title has no meaning whatsoever to what I am typing about.

Anyway I think I have broken some kind of record, I have been sick since December 6th it is now December 29th and my throat, ears, and cloggy voice have refused to leave thy body. I would be worried, but I’m more annoyed than anything and quite amused by the length of this sickliness. The camp was slightly disturbed by the recent discovery that my thyroid was low, yes that stupid little gland decided to use me being sick as a way to slowly creep up and make me feel 10 times worse and blame my cold or whatever it is I have on the depressing gloom that covered myself. Getting the medication changed was hell, I upset the endocrinologist because my primary fixed the problem first, caused more issues and I basically got my way in the end. In other news, I’m back on track, its okay, don’t worry this is not a gravy train anymore, we have some synthetic hormones being produced.

Other than that little pee-spot on the carpet, my Mom, Kate and myself jaunted off into the wonderful halls of The Ringling Museum of which my day was made by seeing the gigantic paintings of Marie Antoinette’s parents (King and Queen of Austria) and the pastel reference drawing of Marie Antoinette by the lovely famous loyal painter Élisabeth-Louise Vigée Le Brun. Also, we saw the temporary exhibit of Paolo Veronese’s work which was amazing and laughable at the same time, sorry men in tights with glazed one shade of black oil paint, but I can always find humor in glazed paintings (it’s a really painterly nerd thing). Also laughing at the painted over collie in an early painting by Duchamp was great! We failed one thing in our mission and that was to find a particular painting of which was not on display, we figure the Ringling people are hiding it in a secret vault in the upstairs storage and restoration rooms. Such hoarders.

Anyway, other news I think I’ve become slightly domesticated, which I’m not sure if that’s a good thing in a domestic partnership/marriage both whatever, but it’s good for a single chick like me because it means I am literate at making myself healthy yummy food (and unhealthy, like shortbread cookies).

Those free paintings I had were given as Christmas presents to my cousins, they in return gave me 50lbs of art history books!

Also I am working on a project called 100 Cyclops’, they are drawn on 3″x3.5″ bristol paper. Cute little tiny creatures, and yes they will be for sale once all 100 are finished scanned/photographed. So far there are 32 complete, I’ve been slacking this week due to Christmas, sleeping, eating, shopping, and museuming. I will be drawing more today, time to kick my butt into action, also I have been slacking on reading Mansfield Park, but eh, that happens.

I must type about this, I have slowly been going back to the gym, it’s been awful being sick and trying to go back because apparently physical exhaustion and illnesses do not go together and I am always trying to make them go together its like two mismatched puzzle pieces, one is a small hole and the other is a big circle and they just do not fit no matter how much you force them. But in conjunction with all of this I seriously think the old people I take classes with are slacking. Cardio Dance Thursday night had one old person, myself and my Mother, it must be Christmas that has forced the old people into thinking “I just need to eat bad food and watch my grandchildren play with their toys”, no I’m only kidding, but there is some partial truth in that. Anyway these oldies need to get back here, Cardio Dance is boring without them, I enjoy watching them do their cute old people moves and talk/complain about having to work hard, and listen to their jokes. Seriously they make working out worthwhile.

Also I think I have been reading waaaaayyyy too much xojane, because I’m starting to blog like them when I should just be talking about my art on here. It’s just one big “this is my life right now and I want you to read about it”.

Other than all of the above mentioned events of my break there have been many other things, but there’s no room to discuss everything that goes on in my life, heck even Morrissey bought, sold and re-bought his own Los Angeles home so he could change his name on the deed that states who owns the house, basically he re-bought it with an alias so the paparazzi would stop stalking him or something, that’s at least the rumor. So moral to this Morrissey story, there are some things people just should not know and are meant to be private.

I leave you with this video…

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