Lecken der Gesichter

Colin and I left for Kirksville on Wednesday rather than Friday to try to beat the crazy snow storm that would be working against us.  The trip lasted nearly seven hours because of the terrible driving conditions, and which became the seed to my dastardly fluctuating week.  I’ve been at a constant low to mid-low mood since, and each time I start building back up, I hit a stupid roadblock.

I just came back from the rec to find that after nearly a month of not running, I still have my stamina and can easily knock out a mile and hyperextend in all of my stretches.  I’m really glad I spent some time working out—I think my ego needed it.

This week, or next, I start nude modeling.  I’m actually kind of excited now.  Initially, I’m really creeped out by the idea of freshmen that I’ll be seeing a lot in classes eyeballing me, but there is still some twang of pleasure knowing that my young body will be immortalized in mediocre charcoal drawings and oogled by the life-drawers.  I’m lookin’ pretty good.

Priya cancelled photography class this whole week because she’s doing big things with her name and is involved with a photo book.  How bad ass.