The Kinsey Scale!
I would say I'm about in the "1" spot. (I'm on SG because a. after getting my SG app accepted I wanted to get to know the site more before sending in a set, and b. naked ladies are beautiful, regardless of whether or not it turns you on.)
Where are you on the Kinsey scale?
Quote of the night:
George: "You have a mad crush on him."
Me: "I have crushes on everybody."
George: "Good to know."
Sad but true, I have a beautiful boyfriend 70 miles away, and a crush for every class and every work shift.
So I'm going through dance withdrawal. Taking a hiatus from the dance program has left me feeding my dance addiction through unavoidable, naked gyrations to Elton John records. It's interesting how all big decisions are ultimately made unconciously.
George: "You have a mad crush on him."
Me: "I have crushes on everybody."
George: "Good to know."
Sad but true, I have a beautiful boyfriend 70 miles away, and a crush for every class and every work shift.
So I'm going through dance withdrawal. Taking a hiatus from the dance program has left me feeding my dance addiction through unavoidable, naked gyrations to Elton John records. It's interesting how all big decisions are ultimately made unconciously.
Christmas break is weird. Old friends aren't the same. There is no snow. My ass is going numb from sitting at the computer so long. No one is shopping.
I knew I wasn't going to class, so without setting an alarm I woke up at 8:30. This is amusing to me. If I had been planning on going to class, I probably would have slept well into the afternoon. PSYCHOLOGY. Hm.
I sold my first item on etsy! As a result of this inspiration I am in full drive whoring-self-out mode. Back to banners, bulletins and my full name. I can't wait to make money doing something I love. My fantasy: to quit Jimmy John's, drop out of college and be a professional maker-of-art.
Go, if not to buy my stuff than just to browse around, there are people doing amazing things on there.
I sold my first item on etsy! As a result of this inspiration I am in full drive whoring-self-out mode. Back to banners, bulletins and my full name. I can't wait to make money doing something I love. My fantasy: to quit Jimmy John's, drop out of college and be a professional maker-of-art.
Go, if not to buy my stuff than just to browse around, there are people doing amazing things on there.
you can now buy my art at Etsy.com!
right now i only have three photo prints listed, but i will have lots more stuff to come: more prints, knitwear (scarves, hats, etc.), sillkscreened bags and t-shirts and more.
i really hope i sell some stuff. i owe my mother $500+ (not counting the tuition she is paying for the classes i continuously skip) and my first paycheck from Jimmy John's was for less than forty bucks.
speaking of my mom being unquestionably generous, on Friday she bought me my first tattoo:
it was done by D'wan at Under the Gun tattooing in Terre Haute, IN.
it's based on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles old school logo. Pat is Patrick Michael Burkett, my twenty-year-old brother who died in March of an accidental drug overdose.
i thought getting the tattoo might be some kind of cathartic experience, like i would feel his presence in the studio with me and the physical pain would release some of the emotional pain. but none of that really happened. it's just ink in my skin, and he's still dead. part of me is excited to have a tattoo finally, but if i show it to someone who didn't know Pat it immediately changes from a celebration to an explanation of who and why and where and how... it's awkward. and itchy.
to end on a happy note: i am almost halfway into the last two weeks of classes. then it's one week in the theatre for rehearsal, and back to the Haute for Jesus' birthday. i am so happy to be done with this semester and start fresh. also, i'm getting this for Christmas. !!!!
right now i only have three photo prints listed, but i will have lots more stuff to come: more prints, knitwear (scarves, hats, etc.), sillkscreened bags and t-shirts and more.
i really hope i sell some stuff. i owe my mother $500+ (not counting the tuition she is paying for the classes i continuously skip) and my first paycheck from Jimmy John's was for less than forty bucks.
speaking of my mom being unquestionably generous, on Friday she bought me my first tattoo:
it was done by D'wan at Under the Gun tattooing in Terre Haute, IN.
it's based on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles old school logo. Pat is Patrick Michael Burkett, my twenty-year-old brother who died in March of an accidental drug overdose.
i thought getting the tattoo might be some kind of cathartic experience, like i would feel his presence in the studio with me and the physical pain would release some of the emotional pain. but none of that really happened. it's just ink in my skin, and he's still dead. part of me is excited to have a tattoo finally, but if i show it to someone who didn't know Pat it immediately changes from a celebration to an explanation of who and why and where and how... it's awkward. and itchy.
to end on a happy note: i am almost halfway into the last two weeks of classes. then it's one week in the theatre for rehearsal, and back to the Haute for Jesus' birthday. i am so happy to be done with this semester and start fresh. also, i'm getting this for Christmas. !!!!
I work at Jimmy John's now. I auditioned for the Vagina Monologues and didn't get in. I'm disappointed and annoyed. But I'm also just over a cold so I am grateful to be able to smoke without coughing up a lung.
I've been neglecting these naked ladies, too. For some reason my mind is more equipped to handle blowjob movies at the moment than it is to handle something artistic.
I've been neglecting these naked ladies, too. For some reason my mind is more equipped to handle blowjob movies at the moment than it is to handle something artistic.
I'm so full I need to explode.
I have an appointment on Wednesday at 4 for session number one of my tattoo. I'm pretty sure I'm going to cancel though because in total it will cost $500 and I could get the same thing by a friend of mine in Indy for $100-200 or less.
I went to bed last night at 9, for a nap, and didn't wake up until 1 pm today.
I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna be a dance major anymore. I haven't registered for Spring yet and everything I want to take is too good to pass up for 8am ballet and three-hour evening rehearsals.
I have an appointment on Wednesday at 4 for session number one of my tattoo. I'm pretty sure I'm going to cancel though because in total it will cost $500 and I could get the same thing by a friend of mine in Indy for $100-200 or less.
I went to bed last night at 9, for a nap, and didn't wake up until 1 pm today.
I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna be a dance major anymore. I haven't registered for Spring yet and everything I want to take is too good to pass up for 8am ballet and three-hour evening rehearsals.
There's nothing left.
No new sets.
No unread MySpace comments.
I've been holding it in for an hour cause I'm too lazy to walk down the hallway to the bathroom.
I have ballet at 8 am.
I am a master of the self defeating prophecy.
And my hair is like a calico now so I think I'll just be a cat for Halloween.
No new sets.
No unread MySpace comments.
I've been holding it in for an hour cause I'm too lazy to walk down the hallway to the bathroom.
I have ballet at 8 am.
I am a master of the self defeating prophecy.
And my hair is like a calico now so I think I'll just be a cat for Halloween.
Oh God, it's Monday. Allow me to relive the weekend in reverse, in order to stave off the horror of beginning a new week for just a moment longer....
I had kind of a crash tonight. After putting some brown and black streaks in my hair, I got out of the shower feeling completely bloated and disgusting. I pouted for an hour or so before falling asleep to Donnie Darko. When I woke up I felt a little better. I pouted some more though cause I had to say goodbye to Roy.
Then I went to the cafeteria to get some food, where the exceedingly obese cashier looked over my selections and said: "Really junkin' it up tonight with all the fried stuff, huh?" Instead of telling him to spare me the fucking comments on what I'm eating, I said nothing. It was like I was ten years old again with my dad looking over my shoulder as I'm fixing my lunch. "Bologna, huh? I thought you were on a diet." THEN, I realized I forgot my wallet and had to go back to my dorm and come all the way back to pay the jerk. To top it all off, I ran out of cigarettes.
The Producers matinee today was fabulous, even though I was feeling sick and gross throughout the whole show.
Josh + Kara invited Roy + me over last night, where we watched Attack of the 50 ft Woman, listened to Tim Curry records, drank White Russians, shared smokes and engaged in a lot of incoherent theological conversations.
Yesterday afternoon Roy and I drove around for awhile looking for a park in which to take pictures, but all we found was a 7-Eleven, and a cemetary:
Friday was Murder By Death + Appleseed Cast at Rhino's. I'd never been there or seen either of those bands before so it was an all right time, even though I felt like to fit in I would have to regress to my 15-year-old psuedo-bisexual big-pants spikey-hair phase.
There you have it. Hope everyone else had great adventures this weekend, and good luck at school/work/whatever tommorow!
I had kind of a crash tonight. After putting some brown and black streaks in my hair, I got out of the shower feeling completely bloated and disgusting. I pouted for an hour or so before falling asleep to Donnie Darko. When I woke up I felt a little better. I pouted some more though cause I had to say goodbye to Roy.
Then I went to the cafeteria to get some food, where the exceedingly obese cashier looked over my selections and said: "Really junkin' it up tonight with all the fried stuff, huh?" Instead of telling him to spare me the fucking comments on what I'm eating, I said nothing. It was like I was ten years old again with my dad looking over my shoulder as I'm fixing my lunch. "Bologna, huh? I thought you were on a diet." THEN, I realized I forgot my wallet and had to go back to my dorm and come all the way back to pay the jerk. To top it all off, I ran out of cigarettes.
The Producers matinee today was fabulous, even though I was feeling sick and gross throughout the whole show.
Josh + Kara invited Roy + me over last night, where we watched Attack of the 50 ft Woman, listened to Tim Curry records, drank White Russians, shared smokes and engaged in a lot of incoherent theological conversations.
Yesterday afternoon Roy and I drove around for awhile looking for a park in which to take pictures, but all we found was a 7-Eleven, and a cemetary:
Friday was Murder By Death + Appleseed Cast at Rhino's. I'd never been there or seen either of those bands before so it was an all right time, even though I felt like to fit in I would have to regress to my 15-year-old psuedo-bisexual big-pants spikey-hair phase.
There you have it. Hope everyone else had great adventures this weekend, and good luck at school/work/whatever tommorow!
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