October 1
Do you know what f**king sucks? Waking up at 6:30 in the morning knowing its your birthday and not really caring. Especially when you have a pop quiz that you forgot about as well as homework that you didn’t really do.
So something I wonder about is when does your birthday no longer seem as important to you as it did when you were kid? It’s feels more like another day instead of something special like it used to. I don’t know, but it’s something I think about each year.
Anyway, after making it to class where I’m the most experienced of the whole group which is a terrifying thought to me because I barely know what I’m doing. We started making audio for performance art and it’s fun to watch as a former musician struggles with chaotic structure of found instruments. But my class does push the boundaries quite a bit. So there’s that at least.
Meanwhile, my phone is blowing up all day with notifications from Facebook. Anyone who knows me sending me well wishes. Honestly it’s one of the only days of the year that my phone blows up with messages while most of the time nobody really wants to talk to me during a normal day. I don’t know if I’m not interesting or if they just forget about me.
So I decided to treat myself to Wendy’s for lunch because “Fuck it. It’s my birthday.” Then I went to Glick so I could start working on the next project for my research of my student thesis show for next semester. Let me tell you, silicone molds are a pain in the ass. If you don’t have enough soap on your hands, the silicone will instead stick to you instead of act like the play-doh consistent material it should be. And if it gets to that point, you will proceed to get the silicone on anything you touch. Which includes in your hair and on your glasses. If you have long hair, it could be more disastrous for a hair style. Luckily, my hair is barely an inch and half long so I could pick the pieces out with too much problem. It’s just awkward to do while you’re watching a demo for in ceramics. Especially when your professor comes up behind me and tries to pick out the biggest piece. The glasses were just removed for ceramics and then cleaned once I got home.
Something that makes a birthday less memorable is the fact that I’ve been dealing with the stress of not having enough pumpkins for the guild sale on the 12th because only a few members of the guild are actually producing in the last month. We’re at about 20% of our usual stock and the members who care are busting ass, including the grad student who’s not responsible for any of this. Then I had the trophy for the Glass Olympics, which still needed to be cold-worked in the hands of someone else.
Honestly, the day wasn’t good. It wasn’t bad, necessarily. It was just a bit more stressful than others.
I was looking forward to Wednesday morning because I would meet my professor at the Queer Chocolatier to talk about final projects.