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its funny how you never really appreciate things until you find that everything is completely fucked.
im snowed into my house. my water pipes busted on the night of the first snow. i cant get a plumber because it seems this has happened to everyone in my area. im still sick. oh, and worst of all, im out of chocolate milk.
i didnt realize how bad my cabin fever was getting until i stepped outside to take some photos of this rare winter snow.
(kitty!)
when i came back into the house i was almost completely blind. ive been inside with the blinds closed for so many days i forgot how brutal the sunlight could be. and thinking back, it has been days.
its amazing how much you can truely learn about yourself when you stay behind closed doors for a given period of time. ive realized that despite all of the enormously difficult tests that have been placed before me over the course of the past few weeks, its all rather trivial in the end.
so what, i have no water. i have lots of bottled water and have adapted nicely to washing my face and hands in a bowl, brushing my teeth with a cup full of water, and so on. my hair looks quite nice pulled back into a clip, and i dont really need make-up do i? water, psha.
so i cant get out of my driveway and even if i could, probably couldnt make it to a main road in the cabby. i dont need to go anywhere right? ive got plenty of mac n' cheese, vegan ribletts, and juice boxes to last until the snow melts down. plus a friend made a delivery of zombie films and the first season of carnivale so im good for another few days. (side note: carnivale is possibly the best show ever and im PISSED they ended after season 2. such a waste.)
and as for being behind in my classes from being ill most of this semester? meh. i cant change the fact that i was sick. i cant magically get all of the make-up work done in a week. i can do as much as possibly and pray for decent grades. no reason getting pissed about it. no reason to freak out at all really. theres always next semester, and the semester after. not the end of the world.
despite the fact that things seem awful right now, appearances arent always everything. its whats underneath. strength. the ability to move on. being able to take in the surrounding negativity and make a lesson of it. without that, id fall to pieces. and thats the most important lesson of all.
im snowed into my house. my water pipes busted on the night of the first snow. i cant get a plumber because it seems this has happened to everyone in my area. im still sick. oh, and worst of all, im out of chocolate milk.
i didnt realize how bad my cabin fever was getting until i stepped outside to take some photos of this rare winter snow.
(kitty!)
when i came back into the house i was almost completely blind. ive been inside with the blinds closed for so many days i forgot how brutal the sunlight could be. and thinking back, it has been days.
its amazing how much you can truely learn about yourself when you stay behind closed doors for a given period of time. ive realized that despite all of the enormously difficult tests that have been placed before me over the course of the past few weeks, its all rather trivial in the end.
so what, i have no water. i have lots of bottled water and have adapted nicely to washing my face and hands in a bowl, brushing my teeth with a cup full of water, and so on. my hair looks quite nice pulled back into a clip, and i dont really need make-up do i? water, psha.
so i cant get out of my driveway and even if i could, probably couldnt make it to a main road in the cabby. i dont need to go anywhere right? ive got plenty of mac n' cheese, vegan ribletts, and juice boxes to last until the snow melts down. plus a friend made a delivery of zombie films and the first season of carnivale so im good for another few days. (side note: carnivale is possibly the best show ever and im PISSED they ended after season 2. such a waste.)
and as for being behind in my classes from being ill most of this semester? meh. i cant change the fact that i was sick. i cant magically get all of the make-up work done in a week. i can do as much as possibly and pray for decent grades. no reason getting pissed about it. no reason to freak out at all really. theres always next semester, and the semester after. not the end of the world.
despite the fact that things seem awful right now, appearances arent always everything. its whats underneath. strength. the ability to move on. being able to take in the surrounding negativity and make a lesson of it. without that, id fall to pieces. and thats the most important lesson of all.
they opened a petland in my city. this place is the place dreams are made of! i hugged more animals today than i ever could have hoped for. bunnies and lizards and birds and puppies and gerbils even. i didnt even have to ask. someone would walk up and ask me if i wanted to hold something. like 'would you like to take the parrot for awhile?' fuck yes i would like to take the parrot for awhile! i would go in there every day if i didnt fear looking like a total loser.
look ma! im going to eat your favorite shoes! isnt it cute?!?!
ben franklin is destroying my house. hes learned that he doesnt need a litter box when i have perfectly good clean laundry to piss on. my speaker wires are chewed through. he gnawed on a $40 pad of paper. my sofa? yeah, its a scratching post. sometimes i want to pick him up and shake the shit out of him. i find myself instead, cuddeling him and saying 'youre such a bad fucking kitty. you know that right? BAD FUCKING KITTY. ugh.'
kitten vs. chair
look ma! im going to eat your favorite shoes! isnt it cute?!?!
ben franklin is destroying my house. hes learned that he doesnt need a litter box when i have perfectly good clean laundry to piss on. my speaker wires are chewed through. he gnawed on a $40 pad of paper. my sofa? yeah, its a scratching post. sometimes i want to pick him up and shake the shit out of him. i find myself instead, cuddeling him and saying 'youre such a bad fucking kitty. you know that right? BAD FUCKING KITTY. ugh.'
kitten vs. chair
nerd momment:
while watching batman begins earlier i think 'damn! that evil guys H-O-T-T! ooooh, get it dr. crane! wait... youre the guy from 28 days later.... ive seen you naked! teehee!'
im still out with bronchitis. luckily people have been bringing me stacks of movies so im surviving. but i think i must have missed something here... 4 sets have gone up in the past 12 hours on here. is there some sort of pin-up extravaganza or something? hmph. strange.
back to bed. x0
while watching batman begins earlier i think 'damn! that evil guys H-O-T-T! ooooh, get it dr. crane! wait... youre the guy from 28 days later.... ive seen you naked! teehee!'
im still out with bronchitis. luckily people have been bringing me stacks of movies so im surviving. but i think i must have missed something here... 4 sets have gone up in the past 12 hours on here. is there some sort of pin-up extravaganza or something? hmph. strange.
back to bed. x0
bronchitis. oh how i hate thee. this is what, the eighth time ive had it? awsome. the doc said if i dont stay in bed im going to have pnuemonia. even better. everytime i try and lay down ben franklin tries to eat my face. not in a cute way. more of a 'bitch get off your ass and put on the kitten mitten! i want to play!!!' sorta way. and the fucking phone keeps ringing. i made the mistake of answering it, as i didnt recognize the number and thought it could be someone interesting, but no. my ex-tattoo artist, who im placing in stalker status, wont leave me the fuck alone. what part of i havent responded to any of your emails or phone calls in a month doesnt say 'fuck off'? is it better to respond and say 'im tired of getting 1/2 ass work from someone that oogles my goodies and makes degreading comments to me constantly'? cause youd think that would be the obviouse reason. 
so yeah, no rest for me. kittens, stalkers, and a 1/2 hour presentation on lisa clague i have to put together are going to lead me to my death.
...i want pizza.
and then i want to stab someone in the face.
so yeah, no rest for me. kittens, stalkers, and a 1/2 hour presentation on lisa clague i have to put together are going to lead me to my death....i want pizza.
and then i want to stab someone in the face.
i have a cold. my appologies for not returning any mail the past couple of days. i watched all of smallville season 4, and have been attempting to keep the kitten out of the fireplace. and off of the curtains. and out of the trash can. and from eating speaker wires. oh, and paper products. hes currently inside of the plastic packaging to a flat of water. maybe hell suffocate... i mean. uuuuh, id better go pull him out.
top 5 list of things that make me want to scream (as of today):
1. monday night pottery class. i walk into the building to be greeted with "evenin' boss!" when exactly did i become a late 1800s slave owner? i missed out on that one i guess. i go up to my desk and try and avoid these people at all cost. but no. i realize i have a kiln to unload. i try and make an escape through a side door with as many pieces as i could carry, but no such luck. "ooooh, what glaze is that?.... arent those the cutest things youve ever seen?.... how did you make them?!?!" listen bitches, i order my glazes, my work isnt "cute", and im probably going to gouge your eyes out. and turn off the god damn abba while youre at it.
2. rush hour. and not just any rush hour. people here must be missing the gene that helps rationalize saftey, along with the gene that tells you not to try and procreate with animals, but thats another story. im on my way to work, a guy cuts out in front of me from two lanes over and slams on his brakes. he then gives me the wave. you know, the "oops, im a fucking idiot, pardon me while i talk on my cell phone while smoking a cigarette with my child in the car" wave. oh i hope your brake lines fail in an ice storm mr. "get r done" on the back of your truck.
3. "get r done" stickers covering back windows of trucks. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?! what exactly is it youre trying to get done? and what is an "r"? at most maybe an abbreviation of "are"? get are done? is this what you rednecks are trying to convey to me? i hate you. hate hate hate you.
4. conversation earlier this evening -
c: "is it cool if i throw something in the annealing oven for a bit while im out at my desk?"
instructor: "annealing.... huh?"
c: "oven. annealing oven. the one in the corner. may i leave something in it for a bit?"
instructor: "why?"
c: (getting frustrated) "to anneal the piece im working on while im out at my desk."
instructor: (long pause) "but...."
c:
"ill just be leaving this metal here (points at metal) in that oven there (points at oven) and ill be back in a short while. k?!" (walks off heatedly)
there is a serious problem when the person teaching a class does not know the functions of half of the equipment in the work space. they could have hired a trained monkey and it would have been more beneficial. at least the monkey could fling poo at the evening pottery class. im going to suggest this to the department head.
5. refrigerator renegades. i have a fridge in the sculpture yard ive been wanting to use in an installation. this fridge now contains (1) butterly magnet circa 1960, (1) brass monkey statue, (1) drawing of a clown head on cardboard, (1) stick, (1) box of nerds candy, (1) hardees cupon for a cheeseburger of some sort, (1) empty pack of cigarettes, and (1) sticker that says "lesbian fridge". the last is my favorite as i spent many sleepless nights contemplating my refrigerators sexual preference. now i know. this normally would be only a slight annoyance. however, the black mold that is now sprouting from the swamp like conditions of the fridge is a force to be reckoned with. if this/these person(s) are caught, i plan on sticking them in the fridge with the mold and the clown and seeing what happens. its ahhhhh, a conceptual piece. ....yeah. thats it.
1. monday night pottery class. i walk into the building to be greeted with "evenin' boss!" when exactly did i become a late 1800s slave owner? i missed out on that one i guess. i go up to my desk and try and avoid these people at all cost. but no. i realize i have a kiln to unload. i try and make an escape through a side door with as many pieces as i could carry, but no such luck. "ooooh, what glaze is that?.... arent those the cutest things youve ever seen?.... how did you make them?!?!" listen bitches, i order my glazes, my work isnt "cute", and im probably going to gouge your eyes out. and turn off the god damn abba while youre at it.
2. rush hour. and not just any rush hour. people here must be missing the gene that helps rationalize saftey, along with the gene that tells you not to try and procreate with animals, but thats another story. im on my way to work, a guy cuts out in front of me from two lanes over and slams on his brakes. he then gives me the wave. you know, the "oops, im a fucking idiot, pardon me while i talk on my cell phone while smoking a cigarette with my child in the car" wave. oh i hope your brake lines fail in an ice storm mr. "get r done" on the back of your truck.
3. "get r done" stickers covering back windows of trucks. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?! what exactly is it youre trying to get done? and what is an "r"? at most maybe an abbreviation of "are"? get are done? is this what you rednecks are trying to convey to me? i hate you. hate hate hate you.
4. conversation earlier this evening -
c: "is it cool if i throw something in the annealing oven for a bit while im out at my desk?"
instructor: "annealing.... huh?"
c: "oven. annealing oven. the one in the corner. may i leave something in it for a bit?"
instructor: "why?"
c: (getting frustrated) "to anneal the piece im working on while im out at my desk."
instructor: (long pause) "but...."
c:
"ill just be leaving this metal here (points at metal) in that oven there (points at oven) and ill be back in a short while. k?!" (walks off heatedly)there is a serious problem when the person teaching a class does not know the functions of half of the equipment in the work space. they could have hired a trained monkey and it would have been more beneficial. at least the monkey could fling poo at the evening pottery class. im going to suggest this to the department head.
5. refrigerator renegades. i have a fridge in the sculpture yard ive been wanting to use in an installation. this fridge now contains (1) butterly magnet circa 1960, (1) brass monkey statue, (1) drawing of a clown head on cardboard, (1) stick, (1) box of nerds candy, (1) hardees cupon for a cheeseburger of some sort, (1) empty pack of cigarettes, and (1) sticker that says "lesbian fridge". the last is my favorite as i spent many sleepless nights contemplating my refrigerators sexual preference. now i know. this normally would be only a slight annoyance. however, the black mold that is now sprouting from the swamp like conditions of the fridge is a force to be reckoned with. if this/these person(s) are caught, i plan on sticking them in the fridge with the mold and the clown and seeing what happens. its ahhhhh, a conceptual piece. ....yeah. thats it.
meet benjamin franklin:
he is 4 months of age, and the cutest damn thing EVER.
see?!?!
"have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?"
he is 4 months of age, and the cutest damn thing EVER.
see?!?!
"have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?"
two days of sunshine and then i wake up to cold gray skies again. after rolling around in bed for an hour i remembered i bought new x-mas ornaments the other day and got stoked enough to get up. i put up the tree, hung ornaments, and ate little debbie snacks. (and yes, i do realize puting up the tree in november is a bit silly, but it cheered me up damnit.) 
since then ive been watching my little pony and rainbow brite episodes in my pijamas and drinking grape crush. yall dont know what your missing out on.
since then ive been watching my little pony and rainbow brite episodes in my pijamas and drinking grape crush. yall dont know what your missing out on.
i locked early at work to go get toothpaste. however, i realized the only thing open this time of night is wal-mart. i debated waiting til morning to go to another store, but knowing how motivated i can be at 8am i decided it was best to suck it up and get it over with.
i darted through the aisles between the imbred and morbidly obese until i found my necessities and scurried to the nearest check-out. the only check-out. after waiting in line for twenty minutes for a couple to get their foodstamps approved for four 2-liters of mountain dew i ran for the freedom of the parking lot with joy. as im walking to my car i hear the guy in front of me say to his girlfriend/sister "why dont you shut the fuck up you stupid cunt bitch..." and i stop for a second. i looked, hoping to see the girl drop the asshole on his face, but no. she just keeps walking. and he keeps yelling.
heres a tribute to you ignorant redneck assholes that are turning my beautiful country into the ever-growing cesspond that it is today:
thank you for imbreeding, poor dental hygene, and the invention of sweat pants.
you make me want to vomit america. you really do.
i darted through the aisles between the imbred and morbidly obese until i found my necessities and scurried to the nearest check-out. the only check-out. after waiting in line for twenty minutes for a couple to get their foodstamps approved for four 2-liters of mountain dew i ran for the freedom of the parking lot with joy. as im walking to my car i hear the guy in front of me say to his girlfriend/sister "why dont you shut the fuck up you stupid cunt bitch..." and i stop for a second. i looked, hoping to see the girl drop the asshole on his face, but no. she just keeps walking. and he keeps yelling.
heres a tribute to you ignorant redneck assholes that are turning my beautiful country into the ever-growing cesspond that it is today:
thank you for imbreeding, poor dental hygene, and the invention of sweat pants.
you make me want to vomit america. you really do.
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