In a week that had its ups (Thursday!) and its downs (Wednesday, boo! [get it?]), there was one constant: a test of wills.
TEST OF WILLS #1: The Stool v. Id A
I need to plan better/invent time machine/gravity destroyer. Want to know what happens when you mix exhaustion, 50 lbs. of plaster, water, a garbage bag, Wanda, a stool, and a lot of sweat? No, you don't. It hurts. So many cuts on my hands, which makes me look like I want to hurt myself and on Tuesday night, I kinda did. Also, Hairfan, who knew!? But anyway, it was not pretty.
TEST OF WILL #2: HOBBITLORD v. Id A
"Congratulations! You have outbid user: HOBBITLORD for item: Skeleton Keys!" That is the Little Miss Sunshine of sentences. It made me laugh and cry at the same time. But, there was more. The email I got from the seller of said Skeleton Keys (five (5)* to be more exact) on eBay trumps that: "Ahoy Matey! Thank you for your purchase. Your booty ships at sunrise-" Surprised? No. Because the description of the keys said they were just like the ones Jack used in his escape in the POTC**(!) (I didn't get what that meant at first). But like, such is life. I really hope this person doesn't turn out to be my roommate and then I can never go into my room ever again.
TEST OF WILL #3: Id A vs. Society's Definition of "Art"
So, TEST OF WILL #1 was salvaged into this really cool installation piece. Mixed reviews. The teachers are split, but all the good seniors (and I include myself in that group) love it. But like, I have to "realize the idea." 14 days to P-day. Ruh roh.
*Why does that occassionally happen? I mean, even Mexicans know what "five" means. Right?
**If you abbreviate things like this, let me ask you something. Will you look in the mirror? Do you like what you see? No? TOGETHER, you can change and maybe not be that person who sits in the back of the bus/stands near the doors of the subway/train and breathes really heavy in ten years. I thought so.
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