Ideas...
Firstly, I will deliver Lessons in Touch. A project between me and a certain partner in crime. If he wishes to be taught. Most of it is just revision. But we'll soon see how much he has learnt.

Secondly, a large sculpture, also, involving my partner in crime, plaster and some large tubs of industrial grade paint and possibly industrial grade chains and handcuffs.

Third; Chopsticks.

Fourth....Write what has been on my mind as of late, assess it, and see if it is worth doing anything with, or leaving to age for later.

Fifth...self improvement.

In a weird mood lately, I'm oddly wired and yet, not quite plugged into anything.
i'm not entirely sure what it is, but I think it may be the changing to another cycle. I need to sculpt, and I need to get Chris in for this project soon, before it starts getting too cold and he freezes his precious little nipples off in the cold and plaster.
I need to decide what I want to do. I have no direction. A large part of me pulls me towards art, of course, the thing that makes blood move through my veins, that makes me love as I do, wake in the morning, and dream as I do in startling and horrific clarity.

Then about a quarter of me pulls me to the other, more nurturing aspect of myself (Shut up you bastards who think I'm a bitch all the time, I can be nurturing, but I still agree you have to be more than just troubled to turn to someone like me for nurturing)
I want to get into some aspect of psychology or counselling...it calls to me. It also tends to pay better....

*sigh*
I'm quite stumped for once. I know, for certain I want to move out.
I'm not sure how living under the same roof as my mother and sister is going to go.
I'm just going to try and spend as much time away I guess. Drill myself into work and just hope and pray they leave me alone.

Right now, I feel like cuddles from someone. Preferably Chris, because I feel like he covers me from head to foot when he's close.
It makes me feel safe. I wish I could have that nice feeling of knowing he'll be under the covers when I go to bed tonight, and I'll have that little warm space between his shoulderblades to snuggle against.


I want to have enough money to move out soon.
I want to save as much as I did for the blue room. I want to do this right. Somewhere else this time, another little place to call home for a while. THe next few months should see this put into motion.

I want so many things....

Oh so many.

I think I need to go to bed now.