Trash Stupor

Day 3
7 hrs.

There's an absolutely ridiculous explanation for this late post. Pops and I made a plan: he's hiking to the Bulkhead tonight and I have the Volvo to take the manure he needs home and close the chickens. Two friends who I haven't seen in months called and asked me to hang out. At 8:30pm, after powering through many projects, I drove home. The chickens were already closed, there was no manure, so I wasted gas. I went to Caroline's house, watched a movie till 11:45. Once in my car again, the gas light came on.
This is semi-responsible teenage thought process:
-Fart. I'll drive to town and get gas.
-Wait––I only have cash and it's closed.
-I'll take the other car which Papa parked somewhere on campus...
-I can't find the Mini-Cooper.
-Security is following me.
-"Dafne, I'm sorry to wake you up, may I sleep in your room?"
-"Alan and Sarah, I know it's midnight, but may I sleep in Dafne's room?"
-I need to write my blog.
-"Internet shuts off at 12 on campus."
-.....It's 12:08.

So it was a Charlie Foxtrot. I'll just have to post this in the morning.

Until 8:30pm, my day was incredibly productive. At Vessels & Jewels, I started wrapping the netting for my straps with strips of colorful soda cans. So the upper part of my dress is complete, minus the assembly.

Back on campus, I began a birdhouse made of old liscence plates and another out of a large blue plastic container (originally a protein-powder jug), moved forth with my cardboard chair (which looks fantastic and is super-sturdy), and cut more milk jugs for the skirt of the dress. I wasn't able to cut the helium tank yet––I'm waiting for some supervision. It's a daunting and daring feat.

Tomorrow (May 12th) is the Gallery Crawl in New London from 4-7pm, so I'll be doing projects on campus until then. I will also be doing a survey on how effective these trash-artists' messages are:
Tim Webster and Sue Noble (http://adholes.com/postings/371ec15d176e4ecdb648f640454ac9dc)
Chris Jordan (http://www.chrisjordan.com/gallery/rtn/#moon)
and others.

Hopefully tonight I'll be in bed before 10:30.
Sophie