In other more recent news, OH MY GOOSHY!!! For the past week, I’ve been checking for grades, only to find they’ve not been uploaded. So I’ve been really anxious to find out for days, kinda like a slightly vibrating ticking time bomb of paranoia and despair. The moment I saw them earlier, I was screaming like a banshee in my mom’s room. And now, I’ve rechecked it a couple of times just to see if it hasn’t changed. I’ll probably do the same over and over tomorrow, and the day after, praying nothing will change. Right now, I’m still a bundle of nerves despite seeing this. But I’m also still very, very, immeasurably happy to see my grades. Thank God Almighty. And my advisor. And my defense panelists. And my thesis partner. I really don’t know how to end this. AHHHHHHHH!!!!
Took Bocci out for a walk some months ago with Jeewy because we all should go out more. Gave da Boch free reign where we went and just basically let him drag me anywhere so he could expend his energy, which isn’t a very bright idea. Hahahaha!
I’m going to go a bit more free-flowing than usual because I have this sudden idea about art, and conservative minds, and oh-my-god-she’s-naked!! The only reason I could think of at the moment for people to not like nudity in art is that it’s supposedly obscene to show one’s private parts for public viewing. Like dressing in barely anything when outside one’s house (ex: booty shorts, and a cropped top, and flip flops). I don’t understand why it’s a crass thing to show and appreciate the body. I mean, sure, there’s some objectification going on here, but I don’t think it’s always a necessarily sexual kind of objectification that’s involved. The body is a sacred vessel that must retain the sanctity of certain parts that must remain private. Honestly, I find that compared to the purity of the body, the purity of the spirit would be much more important. The use of the body by the spirit, or mind, or being for the sake of appreciation, or expression of beauty, raw, natural, celebratory, to me, is not something that should be called dirty—unless that was the aim of the art work: dirty, evil, disgusting themes (like that one artwork of Lucifer hung by cables in a church, if I remember correctly, being widely spread in the interwebs lately). Why should this kind of expression be viewed as “bad”? It seems to just escape my mind. Why can’t we appreciate the beautiful vessel in which we have been born? As far as I’m concerned, the only “bad” thing here are the symbols people attach to the body; the fact that others see a naked body, and think it obscene to see it nude because the body is usually seen sexually—that they can’t see its beauty because they cannot be seen objectively, as contradictory as that sounds.