UhhHuhh.

Silence officially broken. I knew it was coming. More damage done? Hope not. I don’t know if he understands, but I hope one day he will or he’ll just let it go like I had to.
 

You know.... that awkward moment... when my best friend says she’s a nursing major at a Christian Science church that doesn’t believe in medicine.  Hmmm…“Undecided, Journalism, Nursing…, Graphic Design," we said. At that moment, I thought her answer sounded best. Little did I remember that Christian Scientists believe illness is an illusion, and they deny most (if not all) medical attention.  I don’t have the time or energy to explain my feelings about that afternoon, but I will not be back. The whole feel-like-the-minority thing worked. I was so out of place. I should eventually write it all down. The whole situation got my heart searching and aching for those people. Do I believe in absolute truth, they ask? Yes, yes I do. I have to. What's the point of believing if I don't?

So much going on lately. Not enough time to sort out my thoughts.

Yesterday, I went from about 6:30 to 9:30 non stop.

My hands are dry and stained.

Working with clay that sucked every bit of moisture out of my already dry hands and ink from the letterpress shop did a number on my hands.

I've been making  a billion clay replicas of nail polish bottles for a project in my Art 103 class. I got to work in the Letterpress shop last night. It was a dream come true. I feel like I could really fall in love with letterpress. Typography is a beautiful thing. Don’t tell me that print is dying. It is very much alive, and we shall keep it that way.