Comme Ca

Oh, sweet blog.

I should really be sleeping. I smell like papier maché and I have been awake since six. Sleep would be good.

But instead, el bloggo.

I've just been thinking about the sheer insanity that is the life I am currently leading. Tomorrow, I'm going to put on a fake belly, and pretend to be in the first stages of birth in front of my friends, instructors and other students.
Other people balance chemical equations and design lesson plans for grade nine social studies.

Should I feel as though this way of educating myself is self-serving? Because sometimes, I really feel that way.
I could be more optimistic and think that I'll end up sharing in some way. A book? Teaching?
Who the eff knows.

I've just finished session four of a mask workshop being done with other members of my class. This explains the aforementioned smell. It's been quite something to create a face. You're not just sculpting a nose and defining cheeks when you do this, but manufacturing an entire type of being. It's like a completely physical way of the process we do with a text. It's been amazing to see it come to life in a physical way.

This is enough for now, but I thought I might as freaking well post something on here.

And this makes me happy: