The semester has ended and I have caught up on sleep.
I pushed really hard this semester and I am proud of what I was able to accomplish in studio. This is pretty much the first time that I can say that and truly feel it.
Of course I still have some loose ends that I keep dragging on and on. I still need to finish my Design Thinking book in the next two days and send it off to be printed. I need to prep and burn cd's of my cumulative studio work, cumulative Design Thinking work, and final studio diagrams and images for the school's Approach magazine. Oh crap I still have to go clean up the rest of my desk. It's pretty much all packed I just need to haul it down to my car.
I've been doing a lot of church related activities lately. It started with going with some people from my branch to the Cinco de Mayo celebration on Cherokee street two days after my review. (I referred to it a polygamy date because there were four girls and one guy and I referred to the girls as Dave's Harem.)
Side story: One of the girls on the polygamy date, named Angie, was just graduating from the accelerated nursing program at SLU, whom I had never met. Well it turns out she is awesome. We've hung out a lot the last week considering we just met. It sucks because she is moving back home to North Carolina, tomorrow, to take her boards and find a job. But if we ever find ourselves living in the same city or near each other I will have a non-drama oriented friend to hang out and complain about boys with.
Continuing on with Cinco de Mayo:
The male in the polygamy date was very insistent on me riding the mechanical bull. So after walking by the bull multiple times in two hours and one last jab from Dave I thought to myself "What the hell?!"
Dave went first and did pretty well. Then before I knew it it was my turn. I hopped onto the bull with a small crowd gathering and was actually embarrassed for the first time in years. With a flushed face and pounding heart I clenched my legs around that metal bull, grabbed onto the handle and with the knowledge that I could very easily die threw my arm into the air and took off. The bull operator was nice at first and much to my surprise I stayed on. I believe it was all the years of dancing that gave me the balance and strong legs that kept me on that thing. Eventually my inner thighs were getting really tired and I couldn't squeeze my legs hard enough to stay on so I gave in, accepting my fate I fell off. I hit the blue mat and to my surprise didn't die, the mechanical bull didn't trample me.
I did it. Seriously. I rode an #*&@ing mechanical bull!
So thank you Dave for doing that with me!
It's late. I'm tired. I will continue on with this tomorrow.
