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I was at work a bit ago and said I needed to leave to go study for my biology exam. The evil coworker asked when it is and I told him Friday. He says, "Uh, finals end Thursday... Are you sure about that?" I threw my bag down and ran back to the computer to log into BlackBoard.
My final was Tuesday. Oopsies.
He's going to drop the lowest test score so I'm not going to fail or anything. Actually, I should be just fine; but I still feel like an idiot.
The good news is, I only have to worry about one test and one final in theater appreciation online (no big deal), and showing up to an independent study critque on Friday. After I finish that up I have three weeks of break, including no work.
WHAT AM I GONNA DO?!
I'll tell you what I'm going to do right now - drink all the beer in the fridge, turn up the Bob Marley, and finish off the edges of the paintings I've been wanting to put in my room for forever now.
Yeah son, that shit is gonna be tight!
I was at work a bit ago and said I needed to leave to go study for my biology exam. The evil coworker asked when it is and I told him Friday. He says, "Uh, finals end Thursday... Are you sure about that?" I threw my bag down and ran back to the computer to log into BlackBoard.
My final was Tuesday. Oopsies.
He's going to drop the lowest test score so I'm not going to fail or anything. Actually, I should be just fine; but I still feel like an idiot.
The good news is, I only have to worry about one test and one final in theater appreciation online (no big deal), and showing up to an independent study critque on Friday. After I finish that up I have three weeks of break, including no work.
WHAT AM I GONNA DO?!
I'll tell you what I'm going to do right now - drink all the beer in the fridge, turn up the Bob Marley, and finish off the edges of the paintings I've been wanting to put in my room for forever now.
Yeah son, that shit is gonna be tight!
Things that already blow donkey dong about this week:
1. I still don't have a furnace and I've been living in fear of the temperature dropping below fifty at night. When this happens, it pretty much guarantee's me having puffy eyes the next day and a slight cough. I'm going to get sick if this keeps up.
2. Finals.
3. It's been raining on and off and I can't wear my new shoes - very disappointing.
4. I can't spend any money because I'm probably going to have to buy a new furnace. And I still have to put all that money in the VW... I loath budgeting. (And not the kind where you have to designate how much spending money you have; more like the kind where "spending money" is what I have to eat with. I'm dieing.)
5. Everything that I made this semester sculpture-wise did not turn out due to glazing issues. Today I went to list an item in my online store:
and notice the glaze was cracking off the head.
What does this mean? Well, before I thought that my clay may be bad as I was having some issues with bubbling; or possibly the combination of regular Envision glazes combined with this new neon series wasn't working well. But this piece was made from my old clay, clay I know is good, and has only neon glazes on it - there is no reason it should be doing this. I am calling my supplier today and throwing a fucking fit. Twelve pieces this semester, TWELVE, all going in the trash. I'm absolutely furious.
This means that I have nothing new to show, nothing new to sell, and my portfolio... yeah. So I've already schedule summer classes to try and catch up. Yay! (Note: sarcasm)
Clay World - expect to hear from me before the day is out.
The only redeeming quality this week has it that by the end of it this semester will be over and I'll be taking my dog Roxy hiking - and she digs that.
1. I still don't have a furnace and I've been living in fear of the temperature dropping below fifty at night. When this happens, it pretty much guarantee's me having puffy eyes the next day and a slight cough. I'm going to get sick if this keeps up.
2. Finals.
3. It's been raining on and off and I can't wear my new shoes - very disappointing.
4. I can't spend any money because I'm probably going to have to buy a new furnace. And I still have to put all that money in the VW... I loath budgeting. (And not the kind where you have to designate how much spending money you have; more like the kind where "spending money" is what I have to eat with. I'm dieing.)
5. Everything that I made this semester sculpture-wise did not turn out due to glazing issues. Today I went to list an item in my online store:
and notice the glaze was cracking off the head.
What does this mean? Well, before I thought that my clay may be bad as I was having some issues with bubbling; or possibly the combination of regular Envision glazes combined with this new neon series wasn't working well. But this piece was made from my old clay, clay I know is good, and has only neon glazes on it - there is no reason it should be doing this. I am calling my supplier today and throwing a fucking fit. Twelve pieces this semester, TWELVE, all going in the trash. I'm absolutely furious.
This means that I have nothing new to show, nothing new to sell, and my portfolio... yeah. So I've already schedule summer classes to try and catch up. Yay! (Note: sarcasm)
Clay World - expect to hear from me before the day is out.
The only redeeming quality this week has it that by the end of it this semester will be over and I'll be taking my dog Roxy hiking - and she digs that.
We've been getting hit with storms really hard here. For example: I walked out of my house yesterday afternoon and my pond was completely emptied. How? Mother nature is fucking angry. (Yes, those are scientific facts based on my own research.) It has buggered my internet - so I don't know how much I'll be able to get on here, it took out my furnace, and it has made the cats generally disagreeable. The cat end possibly because they're cold due to the lack of heat from lack of furnace; or that I'm cold due to lack of furnace and have been yelling a lot.
The Volkswagen is running, however. I also made the discovery that it is a 5-speed automatic which has put me in a little better mood. I wasn't thrilled about driving an automatic as I get bored driving, and I don't have a working stereo in that car yet so I've been getting REALLY BORED driving, but now at least I have something to keep me slightly entertained. I also discovered the turbo engine... heh. The Wonder Wagon is moving up in my book.
I should be studying for finals... and GO!
The Volkswagen is running, however. I also made the discovery that it is a 5-speed automatic which has put me in a little better mood. I wasn't thrilled about driving an automatic as I get bored driving, and I don't have a working stereo in that car yet so I've been getting REALLY BORED driving, but now at least I have something to keep me slightly entertained. I also discovered the turbo engine... heh. The Wonder Wagon is moving up in my book.
I should be studying for finals... and GO!
So the Volkswagen died.
Ok, it's not entirely dead, but it's on its way to the mechanic in about five to cost me probably another grand.
I was driving from the studio to "get a slushy" when it started stalling out - in the middle of the busiest road in the city - AWSOME. I headed directly home instead, chugging along all the way, until I got into the center of downtown and it just died. Then it decided to un-die and we made it the rest of the way home. ...barely.
No one will fucking work on VW's here. I called fifteen different places, and everyone's like, "We don't work on them vehicles."
FUCK YOU.
I finally found a place close enough to my house that I can shimmy over without risky death too much; Mr. Haun is on his way to follow me there just to make sure.
I'd really like to find the person that owned this car before me and punch them in the fucking throat. Why can't people take care of their belongings? Why can't they give them the proper maintenance that they need? Why are so many just set to destroy? God damn parasites.
And I've yet to get that slush.
Ok, it's not entirely dead, but it's on its way to the mechanic in about five to cost me probably another grand.
I was driving from the studio to "get a slushy" when it started stalling out - in the middle of the busiest road in the city - AWSOME. I headed directly home instead, chugging along all the way, until I got into the center of downtown and it just died. Then it decided to un-die and we made it the rest of the way home. ...barely.
No one will fucking work on VW's here. I called fifteen different places, and everyone's like, "We don't work on them vehicles."
FUCK YOU.
I finally found a place close enough to my house that I can shimmy over without risky death too much; Mr. Haun is on his way to follow me there just to make sure.
I'd really like to find the person that owned this car before me and punch them in the fucking throat. Why can't people take care of their belongings? Why can't they give them the proper maintenance that they need? Why are so many just set to destroy? God damn parasites.
And I've yet to get that slush.
Cinco de Mayo is tomorrow, and for the first time ever, that doesn't mean shit to me.
Generally I celebrate this holiday more than any; I hate all traditional American holidays, and with my bazillion semesters in Spanish I've grown to love that culture more than my own in a lot of ways.
However, last year this time, I met one of the worst men that has ever happened to me. It's not that he ripped out my heart and stomped on it so much - I've been over that for some time, easy as he's sort of an idiot - but the fact that I had to give up half my shoes for him has left me a bit jaded. Long story short, he convinced me he was moving in with me, despite my concerns toward the matter, and I cleaned out my closet accordingly. A month later he changed his mind and thing obviously fell apart. I was really pissed about the shoes after all, not to mention the clothes. Oh, and his dog chewed through my $400 comforter. PISSED.
Its things like this that ruin days.
Have you ever had a band that you really loved until you met someone that loved that band too, and you listened to them together, and then they tore your fucking heart out and wrecked the band entirely? I hate that shit. You're driving along listening to a mix cd you made years back and a song comes on, one from a relationship past, and your stomach ties itself up in knots and you want to scream out of nowhere, "You son of a bitch! Why did you have to ruin the god damn Chili Peppers for me?! Fucking ASSHOLE!!!"
I met a friend's mother for the first time tonight and she automatically assumed I had a boyfriend. When I corrected her on the matter, she seemed perplexed. I said, "I don't date." She seemed even more confused, so I specified, "I'm done with it."
She said, "Well, I guess you've got a long road ahead of you of being a 'free spirit'," like I was some sort of fucking non-conformist hater.
...Maybe I am. But I'd rather be a hater than have a cd collection that's been ruined for me by another slew of shitty boyfriends. And more holidays I can't celebrate because they drudge up memories of stupid fucking shoe purging pieces of shit! ASSHOOOOOOOLE!!!
Generally I celebrate this holiday more than any; I hate all traditional American holidays, and with my bazillion semesters in Spanish I've grown to love that culture more than my own in a lot of ways.
However, last year this time, I met one of the worst men that has ever happened to me. It's not that he ripped out my heart and stomped on it so much - I've been over that for some time, easy as he's sort of an idiot - but the fact that I had to give up half my shoes for him has left me a bit jaded. Long story short, he convinced me he was moving in with me, despite my concerns toward the matter, and I cleaned out my closet accordingly. A month later he changed his mind and thing obviously fell apart. I was really pissed about the shoes after all, not to mention the clothes. Oh, and his dog chewed through my $400 comforter. PISSED.
Its things like this that ruin days.
Have you ever had a band that you really loved until you met someone that loved that band too, and you listened to them together, and then they tore your fucking heart out and wrecked the band entirely? I hate that shit. You're driving along listening to a mix cd you made years back and a song comes on, one from a relationship past, and your stomach ties itself up in knots and you want to scream out of nowhere, "You son of a bitch! Why did you have to ruin the god damn Chili Peppers for me?! Fucking ASSHOLE!!!"
I met a friend's mother for the first time tonight and she automatically assumed I had a boyfriend. When I corrected her on the matter, she seemed perplexed. I said, "I don't date." She seemed even more confused, so I specified, "I'm done with it."
She said, "Well, I guess you've got a long road ahead of you of being a 'free spirit'," like I was some sort of fucking non-conformist hater.
...Maybe I am. But I'd rather be a hater than have a cd collection that's been ruined for me by another slew of shitty boyfriends. And more holidays I can't celebrate because they drudge up memories of stupid fucking shoe purging pieces of shit! ASSHOOOOOOOLE!!!
I'm going to order a pair of shoes tomorrow - and they're going to blow your mind.
I got a new VW!!! Well, Not new new, but it's new to me and I love it. '99 Passat Wagon bitches!
While test driving it I discovered that the passenger window is very off track; so much so that if you attempt to roll it down and then back up it will almost fall out. Also, it barely has brakes, and I think because of this it has a little bit of a shimmy. (I'm guessing it needs new rotors and could definitely use new tires as well, but I'm no car doctor.) The hood does not hold itself open, and the latch on it has fallen off - but I do have the latch. There are no rear head rests. The driver's seat also does not move forward or backward, but I also have the part for this. The grill under the bumper is fucked due to I'm guessing, someone bottoming out.
When I got it home I discovered that it has no air conditioning, no stereo, one of the tail lights is out, and there is a dent in the rear hatch.
I'm wonder what excitement tomorrow will bring!
It's good features are that it has a working moon roof, there is no rust, the interior isn't too crappy (though the previous owner totally had a fucking dog), the paint is good except for a couple of spots I can fix with touch-up paint, I think it has keyless entry but I'm wondering if the thing needs a new battery, and with new floor mats and a good detailing (by me) it looks like a pretty slick little ride. Oh! And it has ashtrays! And even a cigarette lighter! ...though I'm not sure if it works, but it had better because I'm excited about having one.
I know, you're probably thinking there are a lot of shitty things for such a few good things; but I paid $2,400 for it and my dad has agreed to help me do most of the work so I'm alright with it. I do love me some VW - that shit is true.
Pre-bath photo - ignore the dirt, revel in her cuteness! (And ignore that damn Chrysler. Grrr...)
While test driving it I discovered that the passenger window is very off track; so much so that if you attempt to roll it down and then back up it will almost fall out. Also, it barely has brakes, and I think because of this it has a little bit of a shimmy. (I'm guessing it needs new rotors and could definitely use new tires as well, but I'm no car doctor.) The hood does not hold itself open, and the latch on it has fallen off - but I do have the latch. There are no rear head rests. The driver's seat also does not move forward or backward, but I also have the part for this. The grill under the bumper is fucked due to I'm guessing, someone bottoming out.
When I got it home I discovered that it has no air conditioning, no stereo, one of the tail lights is out, and there is a dent in the rear hatch.
I'm wonder what excitement tomorrow will bring!
It's good features are that it has a working moon roof, there is no rust, the interior isn't too crappy (though the previous owner totally had a fucking dog), the paint is good except for a couple of spots I can fix with touch-up paint, I think it has keyless entry but I'm wondering if the thing needs a new battery, and with new floor mats and a good detailing (by me) it looks like a pretty slick little ride. Oh! And it has ashtrays! And even a cigarette lighter! ...though I'm not sure if it works, but it had better because I'm excited about having one.
I know, you're probably thinking there are a lot of shitty things for such a few good things; but I paid $2,400 for it and my dad has agreed to help me do most of the work so I'm alright with it. I do love me some VW - that shit is true.
Pre-bath photo - ignore the dirt, revel in her cuteness! (And ignore that damn Chrysler. Grrr...)
I did not fall asleep at the wheel and die - hoorah! And a phone call to daddy (who has worked along side road construction crews for a billion years) navigated me out of the stupidity that is the Kansas City highway system. Come to find out, the way that I take up there doesn't actually connect back at the same junction to take you home. No, it doesn't make any sense at all - and that's why I kept getting lost.
It's all good though - I'm home, I don't have to go to KC for anymore of this nonsense (unless I enter a show up there anytime soon... fuck that), and I my anger has subdued to a, "I just want to scream at a bitch on Monday." But today is Saturday, so I'm good for a couple of days.
This probably had something to do with it:
I had a bit of a sing-a-long in the car and cracked myself up pretty much the entire way home. If anyone spotted a chick in a Pt Cruiser driving 80 through Kansas rocking out - that was me; and it was pretty amazing.
Hope you're all having a good weekend. I'm going out to get shitty again. Karaoke - woot!
It's all good though - I'm home, I don't have to go to KC for anymore of this nonsense (unless I enter a show up there anytime soon... fuck that), and I my anger has subdued to a, "I just want to scream at a bitch on Monday." But today is Saturday, so I'm good for a couple of days.
This probably had something to do with it:
I had a bit of a sing-a-long in the car and cracked myself up pretty much the entire way home. If anyone spotted a chick in a Pt Cruiser driving 80 through Kansas rocking out - that was me; and it was pretty amazing.
Hope you're all having a good weekend. I'm going out to get shitty again. Karaoke - woot!
First things first: I am more than intoxicated; so I apologize in advance for all the mess that this blog may make.
Today I had the pleasure of sleeping less than regular hours, missing my first class due to a monstrous hangover, than dealing with more than the usual bullshit that finals entail. Afterward I went to my parent's house with the intent on grabbing my father to go look at a car, but no - I ended up babysitting my 2 month old niece for three hours, that I'd never met, and whom decided to pitch a fucking fit the entire time. Long story short, it was the longest three hours of my entire life. Not to say I don't like children - that's a misconception - but god damn did that baby piss and scream more than any child I have even been acquainted with.
- Fast Forward -
I need to be in Kansas City between 11am and 4pm... well, today as it is now. I was supposed to ride up with a professor and grab my stuff, and help hang her show in return, but bitch never called me.
Now?
I was so distraught over the last minuteness of the shit that when a friend called and asked me to go to the bar I gladly accepted. ...That was many hours ago. There was bar, and then a house party, and a bunch of nonsense in the mix... fuck. At one point some idiot tried to say something about my tattoos, something like - "What would cause someone to ever cover themselves like that? It's just..." And before he could even finish it I whipped around and retorted a, "Yeah, and someone who covers themselves like that has a full ride to college. Amazing isn't it?!" I've never felt so pretentious in my life, but god damn it, I'm tired of just sitting around and taking it. Sure it was flamed by all the shit that has happened today, but it was damn well deserved.
I wish I had a picture for the my anger/hate face I have right now but that isn't going to happen; just use your imagination.
I'm really pissed off that I have to drive three hours, on what's going to be no sleep and a shit storm of a second day hangover, to pick up my art work in a city I don't know how to get around. I'm really pissed off that a professor, someone that is supposed to maintain a sense of professionalism, is screwing me like this.
I'm really pissed off that I'm pissed off. I DON'T GET THIS PISSED OFF.
This is going to be the worst day I've had in at least a year.
Today I had the pleasure of sleeping less than regular hours, missing my first class due to a monstrous hangover, than dealing with more than the usual bullshit that finals entail. Afterward I went to my parent's house with the intent on grabbing my father to go look at a car, but no - I ended up babysitting my 2 month old niece for three hours, that I'd never met, and whom decided to pitch a fucking fit the entire time. Long story short, it was the longest three hours of my entire life. Not to say I don't like children - that's a misconception - but god damn did that baby piss and scream more than any child I have even been acquainted with.
- Fast Forward -
I need to be in Kansas City between 11am and 4pm... well, today as it is now. I was supposed to ride up with a professor and grab my stuff, and help hang her show in return, but bitch never called me.
Now?
I was so distraught over the last minuteness of the shit that when a friend called and asked me to go to the bar I gladly accepted. ...That was many hours ago. There was bar, and then a house party, and a bunch of nonsense in the mix... fuck. At one point some idiot tried to say something about my tattoos, something like - "What would cause someone to ever cover themselves like that? It's just..." And before he could even finish it I whipped around and retorted a, "Yeah, and someone who covers themselves like that has a full ride to college. Amazing isn't it?!" I've never felt so pretentious in my life, but god damn it, I'm tired of just sitting around and taking it. Sure it was flamed by all the shit that has happened today, but it was damn well deserved.
I wish I had a picture for the my anger/hate face I have right now but that isn't going to happen; just use your imagination.
I'm really pissed off that I have to drive three hours, on what's going to be no sleep and a shit storm of a second day hangover, to pick up my art work in a city I don't know how to get around. I'm really pissed off that a professor, someone that is supposed to maintain a sense of professionalism, is screwing me like this.
I'm really pissed off that I'm pissed off. I DON'T GET THIS PISSED OFF.
This is going to be the worst day I've had in at least a year.
Term of the day: Food Hoarding (Brought to you by the old ladies in my metalsmithing class and the letters F, U, C, and K.)
It's interesting because I just recently went vegetarian again and immediately noticed the heavy hit to my bank account when buying groceries. I've always bought organic products and healthy food - but attempting to avoid meat and still find sustenance that is nutritional pretty much means I now have to make everything that I eat myself. (You can only eat so many Boca Burgers - seriously.) I'm not sure if I'm doing something wrong; but just getting fresh milk, eggs, vegetables, fruits, and grains somehow always ends up being damn near $100 for two weeks.
Three years ago I would have spent half this.
And has anyone looked at the produce lately? It looks like shit! Even the bagged lettuce usually has some sort of funk to it, despite the date claiming it to be fresh for another week or even two.
The sad part is, I am the frugalest mother fucker EVER. I will easily spend over an hour at the grocer determining what is the healthiest, cheapest things I can survive off - and it still ends up breaking the bank.
Fuck you economic crisis. FUCK YOU.
And fuck you gas prices! God damn $3.37 a gallon today!!! I almost shit myself when I looked up while filling my tank. Or actually, not filling, because a small part of me hopes it will go down tomorrow; or the next day; or the day after. It has to go down right?! I know that's complete false hope with the way things are going but I'm still not paying THREE THIRTY SEVEN A GALLON. ...Unless it goes up to four.
Can you people do me a favor and STOP BREEDING so I can have breakfast cereal in the morning? That'd be great - thanks.
It's interesting because I just recently went vegetarian again and immediately noticed the heavy hit to my bank account when buying groceries. I've always bought organic products and healthy food - but attempting to avoid meat and still find sustenance that is nutritional pretty much means I now have to make everything that I eat myself. (You can only eat so many Boca Burgers - seriously.) I'm not sure if I'm doing something wrong; but just getting fresh milk, eggs, vegetables, fruits, and grains somehow always ends up being damn near $100 for two weeks.
Three years ago I would have spent half this.
And has anyone looked at the produce lately? It looks like shit! Even the bagged lettuce usually has some sort of funk to it, despite the date claiming it to be fresh for another week or even two.
The sad part is, I am the frugalest mother fucker EVER. I will easily spend over an hour at the grocer determining what is the healthiest, cheapest things I can survive off - and it still ends up breaking the bank.
Fuck you economic crisis. FUCK YOU.
And fuck you gas prices! God damn $3.37 a gallon today!!! I almost shit myself when I looked up while filling my tank. Or actually, not filling, because a small part of me hopes it will go down tomorrow; or the next day; or the day after. It has to go down right?! I know that's complete false hope with the way things are going but I'm still not paying THREE THIRTY SEVEN A GALLON. ...Unless it goes up to four.
Can you people do me a favor and STOP BREEDING so I can have breakfast cereal in the morning? That'd be great - thanks.
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