I gave CPR to a dummy for 3 hours today.

Resusci-Anne, who was actually male,
had to endure much from the three of us.

First, you shake the dummy
scream, "sir! Can you hear me? Code Blue! Active the AED!"
open air way, check the carotid pulse, 30 compressions,
and blow vigorously into its mouth twice.
*repeat 2-3 sets*

basking afternoon sunlight :)
Next Wednesday's the big day!
eee;
nervousness+curiousness+excitedness!

I just ate half a bag of chocolate chips.
This happens to other people too, right?

I took a deep breath
and I listened.





ah, there it is.

I dreampt we bought a new house.
My entire room was coffered and inlaid with blue floral designs!

yummy for my tummy

this is the creepiest thing I have ever seen
(actually, it's not but its pretty disturbing nonetheless)
Imagine it sitting on your sofa one day
when you come home from school,
waving at you.

P A S T E L E D.

I glanced in the mirror afterwards
and I looked like a chimney sweeper again!

so much for
" today will be my homework day!"
..
sflksdres! where'd the time go!

Finally went grocery shopping.
(I haven't been for a while)
After imagining Michelle carrying her basket home from Trader Joe's,
I had to go out and do the same.
Ellen was dragged along too.
This was before the:
" um, I dropped my melon on your floor"

Peruvian rice, toasted French bread
with goat/cream cheese w/cucumbers!

they would touch noses, chirp and hop around wildly.

To the market of fleas we go.
Statues of Venus de Milo, print of The Gleaners,
dish with La Primavera, gold altarpieces
of the Virgin Mary and baby Jesus,
and a miniature portrait of Vigee Lebrun.

and a case full of peculiar dollies with movable joints

of goats and cats and pigs and bats
with brooms and bats and wings and rats..

I had such good luck at the friend's bookstore yesterday.
-a bag of Impressionist art prints from 1972 for 25 cents!
Using it's stylistic characteristics,
I could name the artists:
Gauguin, Van Gough, Renoir, Cezzane, Manet!

then off to the Doc's and Den's I went.

I look forward to taking my cough medicine;

Little black glass bottles with gold caps.
You stick in a tiny straw
& slurp up curious tasting sweet nectar.
I have no idea what's in it.
All I know is that it expires in May 2010.

pretty little femur sittin' in my cherry dream boat
I got blessed 6 times today without sneezing once.
Everyone mistook my coughs for sneezing.

Esther from The Bell Jar has the most interesting sense of humor.
Sometimes, her ways of thinking and actions are quite similar to my own.
This does distress me tadly though, because she's
crumbling into a labyrinth of mental insanity
with the turn of each page!

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—
air, mountains, trees, people. I thought,
'This is what it is to be happy.'"

gotchya

Carefully dissecting open the sea urchin's mouth,

he locates it's teeth and tries to give it to me.
mhmm; yes, that's mah snailboy.10 :-)

Sugar filled
conscious adventures
that occur during reality.

to infinity
and beyond! :)

dreamy :)

So instead of studying for art history,
I'm thinking about all the times
I've crashed into a fence.

One involved a bike, hill, and a fence.
The other involved a snowy slope, lack of experience skiing, and a fence.

(A man was very impressed by how I managed
to ski through/under a fence and even shook my hand)

We put the pink blanket by the grassy banks
and attempted to read yet again.
The adventure was documented:

Snailboy finds a giant stick and plays with it.

"why won't it break!"

suddenly Donald and Daisy decide to show up (as well as Donald #2)
[some sort of love triangle is evident. Violent chasing & pecking occurs)

Daisy wants seeds and is not afraid of humans.
Snailboy looks rather startled.
But he is kind, and offers her many.

a "vignette" which resulted from malfunctioning lens.

decides to disrupt my nap

"I want my camera back!"
So I grab his leg and shake it in protest.

but am distracted by the fold of his jeans.

Then he comes up with a brilliant plan
that involves stealing bikes and painting one yellow.

O, with what freshness;
a celebration of life
--
"You are a joyful fairy. Jump, twirl, leap! More motion!
or just pretend you're happy"
"I am happy"

leaps in the breeze

pirouettes her way across the valley

a fairy and her canine

flora in the fields

bow down!!

shine.

the wicked witch is back

and gone once more

"momentarily caught in the flux of living"

I was doodling(yes, I doodle in art history now..and sleep)
and my brain instantly heard that quote come out of her mouth,
and decided it liked it. I scribbled it down and went back to drawing.

I went on a giant walk today with Ellen's dog.

I felt so silly holding all this technology..but I had no choice but bring
my: cellular device, camera, and Ellen's ipod.

he went crazy in all the artificial lakes(there were 5)

fresh air!

cracks in mud

i love this

red growth!

green growth!

Then she texted me and said:
" my mom said that you walking jack was the best news she heard all day"
--

"so what do you want to do ellen?
" well I have ice cream, we can like, put stuff on it"

My mom has been cleaning out the garage,
and stumbled upon our old Kodak slide projector today.
(my dad bought it 20 years ago at a garage sale in Utah)
We brought it back to the living room,
opened the dusty box, and projected the slides on the wall.

A time capsule was unleashed upon us!

arches: Utahback when my dad traveled all around.

little diana running around with my mom in the background.

more utah

After I pushed this slide in,
there was a silence.
" umm, is that me?" I nervously asked because
I had never seen this picture in my life.
My parents laughed hysterically.
"What did you do to my hair?!"
They continued to laugh.

I guess my mom liked to experiment with haircuts.
My dad brought back a bunch of exotic fruit from Singapore,
even though it was illegal to bring back foreign specimens.

That didn't stop him! (it never does..)

I suppose he does make the best shadow puppets.

I had a nice weekend. :)

After two years, today was gonna the day.
There was much catching-up to do :)

Although the directions only had 2 steps,
we still managed to lose our way.
After deciding the place just didn't exist,
we made a few phone calls(hehe, thanks navigator)
..and finally found it.

Irvine Art Museum is located

on the first floor of an office building!

Unfortunately, it was the worst museum

either of us has ever stepped inside of.

But a hysterical obsessive hamster
made up for the bad museum visit.