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today has been procrastination city. timmy is workin' for the man tonight and i decided that i would get started on my uni work. you see, on tues i go back to uni after a 4 month break. today is saturday and if i don't get started quick smart i'll be getting seriously flustered when reality hits. 10 weeks to create the best thing i have ever created. (timmy will say over the next couple of months... 'if you actually started and stopped talking about it you wouldn't get yourself all worked up' that is the truth. start, start, start prevents stress attacks, i need to learn this) i've always been a last minute-er i think the stress and tears and late nights have pulled out some of my best work, maybe not the best strategy. (i get this from my mum- she will not agree)

do you ever make amazing plans that you're really pumped about? do you ever make amazing plans and then they scare the crap out of you when you realise how... what's the word.... no that's not it.... good you are at not following through? think it's just me.

i have this awesome-on-paper goal that isn't just awesome on paper, i would really, really like to actually achieve this one. get a distinction (far out it would help if i could learn how to spell that first, seriously took me about 4 goes) in printmaking (my major at uni) this semester. whoa.

i am a little excited to get started on my last major work, but it also scares the pants off me. i loooooooove printmaking, it makes me feel great and happy and creative and awesome and makes my heart do funny things but to get it done i have to get in the zone. i've got six months, then i'll put my ink covered fingers away, get out of the studio and pull out the books.

time to get off the beach and get my nails broken and turps-y and do what i love. why is it hard to get started on doing something i love. crazy.

so for now, it's drawing time- step one of transforming a drawing of my house into a wall sized print mural... this will make sense to you later.

i saw this show last week, it got me excited.

"1....2.....3!"

Our morning went a little something like this....

Out of bed around 6.45am (we just wake up that early and we don't know why).

I had promised Tim that I would make banana muffins from the steadily blackening bananas sitting on our kitchen bench for days. This morning I finally did it (the bananas probably had about half a day of ripening to go before there would be a black banana imbedded on the bench forever). Tim started his new course at Tafe yesterday and I thought try and be a good wife and give him something to snack on.... banana and coconut muffins. Got them in the oven and had 20mins til they needed to be taken out. 

"20mins is surely enough time to take Troop to the beach" I said to Tim. He agreed somewhat apprehensibly and we left (I put my cozies on just in case). Got to the beach, it looked so so beautiful this morning. Tim just stood on the sand- he always just runs in regardless of temperature so i asked him what he was waiting for and he said he was waiting for me. We have had a cool change over the last couple of days and I reckon this morning was about 20 degrees, however, with my goal in mind I ripped of my clothes. Tim grabbed me and we ran for it while hugging, screaming and laughing. The water was actually pretty nice. I got smashed by the waves and it was hysterical.
We only ever take one towel, Timmy always gives it to me. He is the best.

And....we got back to the house in perfect time for the muffins.

With 15mins to leave the house for Timmy to make his train we rushed around the house and ran out the door. I returned home 15mins later to find Troop had jumped the fence and made a bed for himself in the front garden.

Great morning.

Troop is pooped.