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Merry Christmas. These are my gloves.

Silly face.

Right now finds me in a very peaceful, beautiful, sweet, loving mood.

I can't really explain it. It's one of those waves of feeling that just rush over you and make you feel wonderful. I'm in my tiny little room, leaning against a mound of pillows, under my bright covers. The room is softly lit by a combination of my lamp, a string of multicolored Christmas lights, and a honeydew candle. It's incredibly pleasant.

I'm listening to the only female singer I really love- Regina Spektor. Something about her voice makes me a beautiful combination of sweet happiness and a very slight sadness. I have such good memories of her music. I remember the first time one of my exes and I ever made love, he had the first CD on repeat, and we listened to it as we laid against each other in the dim candlelit room, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking. I also remember my first apartment, sitting in my room at night with my best friend, each of us doing something with our hands, listening to it in the background. A very pleasant and sweet sort of moment, I remember.

Life is very good right now. My father is back in the state, and I get to have actual Christmas again. I have people who love me. I feel great about who I am as a person, and where I'm headed in life. I have things I'm worried about, sure. But dear creators, I feel so amazingly perfect right now. Thank whomever for the fact that human emotions allow this sort of sweet perfection to happen to us.

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These are my pants. As you can see, I am unzipping them.

Bonus Picture: The Best Picture I think I've ever taken of myself.

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Old Navy Giftcard you forgot you had: 7 dollar and thirty seven cents.

Little Boy's Batman Shirt: Six dollars

Putting your 32 D breasts inside a shirt that was never designed to contain them: Priceless.

(Also, Fuck yeah, Batman!)

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This one's from yesterday because I couldn't find my cord when I went to upload. Look at that makeup. I am a pimp. Took this shortly before going to take my last final. Arrrrrgh.

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One day I'll leave my room again.

Some sculpture stuff.

Reasons for why I haven't been posting pictures:

1. I'm fucking sick

2. Fucking finals

So here are some images of my sculpture final to prove I've been doing something.

The premise was that I had this completely remote room in a part of the building that was closed. I had my friend lie down on the inside and cover herself in a sheet, I then built my wall. Lit from the front with a work light, my class came in and had to view one by one in order to be able to look in. A few of them squeal, "I saw it move!" and were made uneasy, which made this project a success in my eyes.

I feel like it was eerie and strange, even though I didn't get the brick shape I wanted.

Thoughts?

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Keeping up with my photos is going to be mad difficult this week.

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This was on my friend Anna's camera.

I'm not even sure what we were talking about. We were having dinner at La Parilla.

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This was on someone else's camera.

The goth night at Go Bar featuring karaoke and me being a hobo. This is be being a hobo about to do karaoke.

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Drinking white zinfandel out of a coffee mug that has frosty the snowman on it.

This is my Friday night.

Next stop: hookah lounge.

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Good morning. I am an anime character.

Fuck you, world.

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Dear giant plaster phallus,

Please don't jizz all over me when I have to go to work later.

Thanks,

Allison.