I love my friends. just so you all know.

a most enjoyable hour on the ice

The Muscle (up)

The brains (up)The girl who remembered her camera (up)

Above: The Players
Below: The Journey
We walked into what had to be the deepest parts of Fantasia in search of any sign of the southern oracle. Recently Fantasia had been plagued with storms of nothing, causing huge boredom dust storms to flair up and gobble the unwary. Having made it through the desert that is Duluth at something like 35 degrees Fahrenheit we had successfully crossed through the fist of the gates to the oracle (below).


We were now in search of the second gate which apparently looks something like a mirror. Unfortunately most ice slabs look like they could be mirrors. We were not deterred though! No, we pressed on. Suddenly Sam spots a glint that does not look totally ice like and carefully moves towards it.
Exclaiming "AH HAH!" as he carefully extracts what seems to be the mirror!
(awesomeness)
Elise inspects Sams findings, She being the expert of our party. After a few tense moments she deems it official. Now all three of us ponder how exactly we get through such a small portal. The decision is to wing it and jump on it. Which we did. Surprisingly we went straight through the mirrors surface and deeper ...
and deeper....Into the deepths of the worm hole of a portal.


In the end we got chocolate buttons with a party on top.

TBC

A frustrated rant

Being in an artistic funk sucks majorly. Lately I just can't seem to come up with any ideas that I'm happy with. In fact, the first assignment for my ONE STUDIO CLASS I turned in unfinished because I got so frustrated with it! I could not get into the project at all. I can't remember ever being this upset with myself. All of my ideas are total rip-offs of old projects I have done, old projects that were not even that good! And, of course, when I come up with a project idea I like, I can't because I'm 2 and a half hours away from the materials I need. So now that I'm not actually making anything I just sit and stare at my old art. I have found that I have no distinct style or focus and my quality is never steady. I dislike feeling so unmotivated. What's worse is that I'm actually quite happy. I'm really enjoying school right now and I have some really solid friends to do things with. So since I'm sad about my art funk my happy becomes melancholy, and I HATE BEING MELANCHOLY. See how feeling escalate? Why couldn't I be depressed? Depressed artists make AWESOME art, and if I was depressed making such awesome angsty art would make me happy again anyways!

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