Where the Wild Things Are

Movies are great things and one of my favorite pass times. Not only are they very entertaining but they often show you things and help you learn lessons as you go along the trip with the characters. 

On My trip to Billings my cousins and I decided to go see Where the Wild Things Are. None of us had read the book and really had no idea what to expect. 

The movie was great! It brought me back to my child hood days when my imagination was booming and I was loving every minute of life. There was actually a way deeper meaning to the movie that I was totally not expecting. I expected it to be a little kids movie that was funny and cute and all of that fun stuff but it turned out to have a great message attached. 

The movie is from a young boys prospective and he starts off very confused and distant from his family. This drives him to run away and while he's away he stumbles upon this mysterious land filled with giant beasts and he just so happens to feel right at home. He forgets all about home and what had happened their until his new friends start to quarrel and its not such a peaceful place anymore. 

One of the girl monsters helps him come the the realization that the reason his mom acted the way she did was because she cared so much about him and only wanted the best for him. 

This was a great movie for me to see right now because I have recently been feeling as if I am starting to understand where my mom has been coming from for my whole life. I called my mom up the other day just to tell her that I was sorry I never helped out around the house more because now I see how hard it is to keep a house with five people living in it clean all the time. 

Its always strange when you step into someone else's shoes, but I feel like you always come out on top with some sort of lesson you can go on to share. 

Greyhound Bus

Sometimes in college you come up with great ideas of a sweet trip you could take this weekend but then realize that there is no way for you to get there. But wait! there is always the handy dandy Greyhound! 

Last weekend my cousin and I wanted to go to Billings to see her mom and sisters but my brother had gone two days earlier and left us in Bozeman with no way to get there. So, we got online and ordered ourselves a Greyhound ticket!

The ride was very interesting, the people you see on these busses are great. There is anyone from a grandma going to see her grandchildren to some crazy dude who has been riding Greyhounds around the country for the past five years. Who knows why you would want to do that but I suppose its a good way to see the country. 

For entertainment, I studied! I felt like such a good student! It was the perfect opportunity to get some stuff done before I spent the weekend goofing off with my family. The bus ride game me two and a half hours of good quality text book reading and when I wanted a break I would just look out the window and the scenery passing by. 

If you ever run into a transportation problem and need a quick fix, don't forget about the great Greyhounds!!!

Ceramics Wood Firing

This semester I am taking Beginning Ceramics and so far it has been a blast. One of our first assignments was to make a pot inspired by the ancient Japanese Jomon pots. The second part of the assignment was to make a box out of slabs big enough to fit your pot into. We then had to put the pot in the box and fill it with organic materials that would combust and make crazy designs all over our pots. For my pot I used some isolated wire which came out as spirals on the side of my pot. I also used cheree-o's which made clusters of small rings. I tried toothpaste with coal stuck to it, which I expected to turn out really cool but that part came out pretty lame. I even ended up with some greens and some really vivid red colors on my pot. The whole process was exciting and I really had no idea what to expect. 

For the actual wood firing our class signed up for shifts during the day to go in and stoke the fire. I worked for about an hour and a half throwing wood on the fire about every three minutes. It was handy because it was a really cold day but the kiln got really hot and kept us warm.