It's been a while since I had a computer to myself, or the time to regale the world (2 and a half people) of my glorious and fascinating life.
Summer kind of flew by, had some fun taking Philosophy with one of my favorite professors at Santa Monica, went surfing a couple times, and moved into a room near Centinela/Santa Monica blvd.
That in itself deserves a lot of detailed description. Of course, I mean the house.
When one or the other of you decides to come visit me (if you haven't been wasted here previously), let me walk you through it.
You'll know which house is ours right away. It's the one with six motorcycles parked in front of it, and a vague smell of marijuana coming from the neighbors' porch.
As you come up the walkway, you will notice the grass starts dying and wasting away the closer you get to our porch. You will have to navigate around ridiculous mismatched lawn furniture, piles of beer cans, and a stockpile of useless shit and a barbeque on the porch to get inside the front door. That's when the fun really starts!
(Now don't get me wrong, I love the place. It's just filthy as hell. Anton and I clean constantly of course, but our other roommate's idea of cozy is not unlike a pig's idea of a good time with a puddle of mud.)
Once you're in the door, you will be greeted with two (I have to admit insanely comfortable) opposing couches, a shit-ton of surfboards and bikes, and more beer cans. You will be given a nice cold alcoholic drink of your choice (and we encourage donations upon visits), and then you can meet my roommates - The escourt, the bartender/male escourt, and the Hawaiian drug dealer, but he is a rare sight to see as he seldom leaves his habitat.
And of course, there's me and Anton - the insane Russian couple that constantly bickers and smacks one another playfully. All together, we make for a wonderfully entertaining and dysfunctional household. But we get on quite well. We play card drinking games, steal each other's food and beer (OK this is actually mostly me), and enjoy relaxing evenings on our neighbor's porch listening to old rock and bullshitting about our day. There are occasional fistfights between our neighbor and the drug dealer, but that's mildly entertaining as well.
But hey, at $300 a month in Santa Monica? Worth it.
Besides my home life, I'm having a fantastic fall semester. I have six hours of studio time in the glassblowing shop because Anton's taking it with me (we get three hours each), and six hours a week of demos and workshops with the rest of the class. There's a few familiar faces from last semester, and I guess since I'm an "advanced" student now (second semester), I'm getting more priveledges and more responsibilities, like starting up the studio in the mornings (Yes indeed, your lazy friend actually wakes up at six am these days), assisting, and participating in sales and events. Anton and I work seamlessly as a team in the studio, making things I never could have made on my own. And surprisingly for someone who has never really taken a crack at anything artistic, a business major and a pc nazi, he's actually doing extremely well, and enjoys it as much as I do. I can't wait to go to class today an pick up the black and red greek vase I made yesterday morning. I know it's going to be crooked as hell, but it's still exciting to have made something so much more advanced than last year.
Currently taking requests if you'd like me to make something just for you ;]
As for me and Anton, well, it's getting on to be almost a year now that we've been together. We're happy, and we're both thinking and planning for the future, trying to be responsible, trying our best to make the other happy. I love and respect the man for all that he's done to keep this relationship burning as fiercely as it started out last November. I know a lot of my friends and acquaintances think he's a total jackass and dislike him, and tend to distance themselves from me and him alike, but I found that the people that I really like, my real friends, they don't seem to do that. It's the people I want to be around but then halfway through the day I realize annoy the living hell out of me, they're the ones that he drives away. He has a problem keeping his opinions to himself, and if someone is being a complete twat, he's not going to sit there and make nice while secretly thinking over and over "God, you are so fucking dense". That's what I do. But he says it right out loud, which of course is impolite especially at a dinner party or something like that, and feelings get hurt and you stop getting invited to social outings, but then I find it really doesn't matter so much. Because I like Anton for that reason. He's as honest as a person can be, and he doesn't put up with anyone's stupid bullshit. I like him, because he's not afraid to be himself.
So yeah...there's tons more I could natter on about as my head is quite full of things at the moment, but this entry's getting to be really long, so I'll just leave it at: I like my house, I love going to school, and I love my boyfriend. I love life in general. Things are going swimmingly.
And if my description of the apartment scared you...don't fret! Come by, it's really not so bad I just like to complain. You all know that well.