Take a seat, take your life / Plot it out in black and white

American U never looked so good. I'm moved into my room, which feels more like home than ever, between my cooking stuff and my family's paintings. Let's take a look at two of them, because they're pretty.

This is the only painting my Uncle Bob did before he died at thirty-eight, when I was five. I really loved him. My parents have told me all my life that I remind them of him, and not necessarily in good ways. My grandmother gave me this painting before I left for school.

Dad painted this one sometime in the last two years. I don't think he considered it finished, but I snagged it quickly because I wanted it the way it was. It's in Avon, and it captures my idea of the beach. I like having things around that remind me of Avon, and I like having things that remind me of Dad.

In unrelated news, our dorm room will be holding three people for a while. Before you ask, AU did not put us in a forced triple... my friend Carey has nowhere to stay for a few weeks and she's going to be bouncing about campus staying with friendly souls.

Sara's friend JB stayed here for a while. I kinda miss him. Come back, JB!

Finally... I'm seriously considering changing my major. Again. My "life plan" might now involve going to law school. Eep. Or I might keep it the way it is... maybe I just like change too much for my own good.

I've started drawing when I'm depressed. It makes me happy. So far, I have sketches of a black widow spider and a cat. I want to do something surreal, but right now I'm just learning to draw. I've been really bad at it all my life.

This entry is unusually disconnected, even for me. I feel like my readers hold me to a higher standard... I didn't mean to let you down.