Guys. I have seven active blogs now. Seven. That I semi-regularly post on. Seven

Still relatively pissed that my classmate insinuated that I don’t know how to boil noodles

I was making ramen while my classmate was cooking up some Korean food, and when I dumped the noodles into the water he leans over, and with the tone voice that he’s divulging some great tip goes “You know, it’s better if you put it in boiling water”

Like bitch. You fool. You absolute wanker. I’m a gremlin in sweat pants, do I LOOK like I have the patience to wait for it to boil? Boy I know how to make pasta I’m just too fucking impatient I want my noodles NOW

SLURP SLURP BITCH

One of our donors came in and bought almost two thousand dollars worth of cups

I’m staggered

I’ve got to turn off this stupid “translator” in my head. When people say one thing, I often hear another thing. Like when my professor suggested I hide my small pieces throughout the gallery for our next show, I heard “I don’t like your work but I have to include you so let’s literally hide your shit”

That is 100% probably not what he was saying, and this kind of stuff makes me constantly beat myself up when I hear it, but I can’t seem to turn it off. I think my fundamental mistrust of people means I think they’re lying to me or trying not to hurt my feeling because they think setting negative about me.

So my piece for critique broke and I’m VERY nervous about the cups I just put in the kiln because the glaze I put on some is known to be runny and I ugh

Me, trying to postpone taking a shower another day: You know I think in modern times we’ve gotten really sensitive to odors. King George didn’t wash his ass for a month and nobody was complaining back then. Why don’t we go back to that

I just realized that I’ll be celebrating my birthday alone for the first time this year AND I lose my insurance. Woof

I’m dreading our cup sale

I’ve had to teach myself to throw pottery for this cup sale and I’m kind of okay with the results, but looking at everyone else’s results mine look like a child made them and I’m afraid that everyone else is going to sell every last cup….and mine won’t at all

Once I get over my ego telling me I’m incompetent, experimenting with and learning about glazes is actually fascinating