tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141043369640894544.post-31896719814107468522008-04-04T16:29:00.005-04:002008-04-04T16:40:07.641-04:00<div>The weather is really wacky around here; one day it’s sunny, the next day it’s snowing, and today it’s raining in a sad, cold way. Despite this, I’ve been walking around downtown all morning, on a mission to get cheesecloth and/or muslin to make a sort of papier-mâché-out-of-cloth sculpture. I finally brought my car to school a week ago, but somehow the idea of searching on foot in the cold wet afternoon, instead of driving to a known store, seemed wise.<br /><br />In the past three hours I’ve gotten splashed, sloshed, and soaked from the ankles up, from giant puddles and fast cars alike. But on the quest for fabric, I’ve walked so much that I’m actually excited I could do so for once– A year ago, it wasn’t even feasible that my legs could be massively efficient tools to see the world, or search the farthest dark side street for a fabric shop.<br /><br />I finally found my cloth, in a gourmet kitchen store – where I met the funniest woman in the world who force-guided me towards the bundt cake pans (this week’s special - they have roughly 17 new models ranging from carousels to cathedrals, if you were interested) despite my desperate insistence that cheesecloth was my sole intent. I then bought so much cheesecloth that I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m an aggressive dairy farmer as opposed to a strange Sculpture student.</div><br /><div> I’m going to a friend’s dorm party tonight; it’s “Spring Weekend” so we all go to each other’s dormitories for socializing (wearing cute outfits of course), dance to… bad dance music, and hear our friends’ singing groups perform, all while we lament over cheese platters how we should be doing our work. Sometimes I realize how different my college experience is while being at women’s college; and now I think it’s great that if the party’s lame I will not hesitate to walk out of there, no matter what the distance home is! </div>Christinenoreply@blogger.com