Art is my new LIFE, my new THING that makes me happy and content and productive and useful.

1) I am taking a 2-d art class and I love it. Our final project is going to be site-specific art, of any dimension. I am ridiculously excited.

2) About 10 people in my dorm, most of them on my hallway, are doing this art project that I'm taking part in. It's based on telephone pictionary, and it goes: one person gives a text prompt, the next person responds to it with art and passes that art to the next person, who finds/does text based on it. There will be photos of our final exhibit; we're about halfway through at this point.

I don't really want to do anything else with my life other than make art, go to galleries downtown, do this project, enjoy how beautiful and felicitous and fortuitous spring is here. I got caught in a downpour this evening while it was still light and warm out. The campus is blooming all over. I am head-over-heels in love with the world.