Chelsea Margaret

Inspired my my dear friend Joesph Kosty, I’ve decided to listen to Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire” every morning, just to see how it will affect the rest of my day. One of my many self experiments. 

So far, so good.

Love the song still.

But this isn’t the reason behind my lack of entries lately.

To be completely honest, I’m in crisis lock down mode because BFA certification is a week from today, and I’m frantically trying to be inspired to create even more beautiful things to shock and awe the staff that day.  Because I’d really rather not burn the art building to the ground. But it just may come to that if I walk up to the door on Friday night and don’t see my name on the list. I’ll snap.

So let’s just hope for the best.

Been on a movie kick since I got swayed into signing up for Blockbuster’s Rewards program, and on days I don’t get a free rental, I skip over the the Kenworthy in Moscow, or U of I to get the latest and greatest Indie films. Let me just tell you about the one I saw last night….

C.S.A. : The Confederate States of America.

Hilarious. Disturbing at times, but it makes some good points.

In a nutshell, it’s a British Mockumentartyo f the course of American history if the South had won the Civil War. That alone sold me on the movie.

It’s put together like an actual documentary, complete with horribly offensive commercials ( which make the very end segment incredibly shocking, but I won’t spoil it for you ), and as the story unfolds, it’s creepy and unnerving to know that this could have been real. Very real. Hmm. Get some racist Southern whiteys together, let them have control of a country, then see who they are allies with come World War II. Yikes. That’s all I can say to that.

Can’t help but compare America to the many ‘dynasty minded’ populations to precede it, and how they all crash and burn after a few hundred years. Nice. Glad to know good ol’ American democracy has been around for a ripe 200-ish years. Yikes, again.

But that’s as far as I’ll go into politics, I’m not the one to claim they know every thing about history and government, because I’ll readily admit I don’t know enough to debate about it. So I’ll just support the trading system, and tree house living. Two things I am very much for.

No good work stories to share as of yet, but I have a feeling I’ll have a handful come tomorrow.

It’s Homecoming weekend here in Pullman, for those of you who aren’t aware.

Which, for most, means lots of drinking and yelling “Go Cougs” at strangers, but for me, it means working Saturday and Sunday with a line out the door all eight hours of my shift.

If I sound like I’m complaining, I’m not.

Because I’ve already remedied the situation.

Went to the liquer store, and bought myself a nice big bottle of Bailey’s.

Now, I work at 7:15 tomorrow morning, and under normal circumstances, I’d rather not drink before noon. But this seems like a highly appropriate scenario to me. So the plan is, pour a generous amount into my tumbler, pedal to work, top it off with coffee, and have at it.

It can go one of two ways.

I get horribly giggly and social and the shift flies by, or, I fall asleep atop the five pound bags of coffee beans in the back room.

We shall see.

It ought to be fun either way.