Well, with a good computer break under my belt and not enough money in my bank, I have come to a decision.
I am letting my membership lapse, or what have you, until whenever I so deem that I should return. Third year is sprinting close, which means prep work for my thesis show. The third year seems to be the busiest, craziest and most beautiful year, I want to devote all my time to the multiplying projects that the muses decided to gift me with.
I have the first chapter of my big project done, but
my chapters:chapters::french scenes::scenes, so it is only a few pages. Even so, everything is set and waiting, I am rather excited.
I didn't paint as much this summer as I had dreamed and with my memory, the dreams need to be painted before college covers me with education.
Ah, but I don't make excuses, I liked it here and will return...whenever.
Enjoy your lives, each of you lives something that should be written in books, or at least graphic novels.
Pay you no mind to my absence, I am an erstaz friend, fashioned from the ether.
ng
I am letting my membership lapse, or what have you, until whenever I so deem that I should return. Third year is sprinting close, which means prep work for my thesis show. The third year seems to be the busiest, craziest and most beautiful year, I want to devote all my time to the multiplying projects that the muses decided to gift me with.
I have the first chapter of my big project done, but
my chapters:chapters::french scenes::scenes, so it is only a few pages. Even so, everything is set and waiting, I am rather excited.
I didn't paint as much this summer as I had dreamed and with my memory, the dreams need to be painted before college covers me with education.
Ah, but I don't make excuses, I liked it here and will return...whenever.
Enjoy your lives, each of you lives something that should be written in books, or at least graphic novels.
Pay you no mind to my absence, I am an erstaz friend, fashioned from the ether.
ng
Ugh, I have dropped to 100 lbs, so the ol' man took me shopping and told me to eat more. I got a box of 24 eggo waffles...I like waffles.
I will be off of the computer for awhile, internet and SG mostly, I need to get back into creative gear for shooting Delilah's sets and designing everything for the radio station.
Sorry I've been flakin' on writing in y'all's journals, especially you, Hyena and Punkinhead. I've been really lax in the groups and boards too. I just need to force myself to write and paint and stop trying to have goals other than doing. I never have worked well with goals, I only really create if I just start without an idea.
Hmm. Well, I should be back next week, Delilah, no worries, just e-mail me, as that should make more sense as details get more specific.
Later and love all.
ng
I will be off of the computer for awhile, internet and SG mostly, I need to get back into creative gear for shooting Delilah's sets and designing everything for the radio station.
Sorry I've been flakin' on writing in y'all's journals, especially you, Hyena and Punkinhead. I've been really lax in the groups and boards too. I just need to force myself to write and paint and stop trying to have goals other than doing. I never have worked well with goals, I only really create if I just start without an idea.
Hmm. Well, I should be back next week, Delilah, no worries, just e-mail me, as that should make more sense as details get more specific.
Later and love all.
ng
I like the ol' man's fastback. His brother drove it from Wyoming and is staying with us for a week. At first, the resemblance is small, but after a few days they seem so alike it kills me.
The trip to Oly was rad, we went to a smelly beach, sat around a friend's house, took some Polaroids, looked at CDs, had fun. We also stopped at the Spar and drank coffee while enjoying Washington's allowance of resturant smoking sections.
I always called the ol' man a feind for the smokes, but I realized today that, pound for pound, I am just as bad as he is. Meh.
Listening String Cheese Incident, mmm.
(^ ^) Delilah will be in my neighborhood soon!!!! (^ ^)
The trip to Oly was rad, we went to a smelly beach, sat around a friend's house, took some Polaroids, looked at CDs, had fun. We also stopped at the Spar and drank coffee while enjoying Washington's allowance of resturant smoking sections.
I always called the ol' man a feind for the smokes, but I realized today that, pound for pound, I am just as bad as he is. Meh.
Listening String Cheese Incident, mmm.
(^ ^) Delilah will be in my neighborhood soon!!!! (^ ^)
I went to a wedding yesterday. Maybe if I can sort out my feelings about it I will write about it.
I apologize for the pure apathy and lame entry-ness I have been innundating you all with lately.
I am crocheting a hat out of plastic bag strips.
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I apologize for the pure apathy and lame entry-ness I have been innundating you all with lately.
I am crocheting a hat out of plastic bag strips.
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Crocheted a new hat to go with my new hair (oh-so 1920's, gimme a cigarette holder).
Tried crocheting sandals out of old plasitc bags, but I don't like the pattern.
Bleh, triple meh.
Should I apply for SG? Delilah is dying for it, I know. If you agree, maybe I'll put some trial shots in MyPics and we can vote.
oh yeah, MEH.
Tried crocheting sandals out of old plasitc bags, but I don't like the pattern.
Bleh, triple meh.
Should I apply for SG? Delilah is dying for it, I know. If you agree, maybe I'll put some trial shots in MyPics and we can vote.
oh yeah, MEH.
Well, I chopped the hair.
There are pictures.
I suppose I did it as a scream against the upheaval in my life, with friends getting married, losing the spiritual connection with people I have known and loved for years, freaking out about the status of my own relationship with my ol' man, staring a creative block in the claws and maw.
After I cut my hair I went to show the ol' man. He and a friend had the TV on and he didn't say much about my hair, which is discouraging to say the least. I asked why they were watching C-SPAN, only to be told that they were paying attention to the "important" things in life (as opposed to my love of Perry Mason, I guess). Not a word really about my hair and why or anything. Just a smile and a return to Tony Blair. TONY BLOODY BLAIR!
So I ran upstairs and cried for maybe forty minutes. Mind you, I almost never cry. With all the shit going down and the mutilation of something I took years to grow, I suppose it broke me. I clutched my blankie (it's been with me for all my life) and sobbed and screamed curses to the world into my pillow.
Finally, sick of my emotional outburst. I grabbed a book and ran down the stairs, grabbed my smokes and retreated into the basement. I sat there and petted the cat, chain smoking, for awhile. The ol' man finally came down and left. I finally went upstairs. The friend was still there so I suppose I will have to wait until the evening to talk to him and explain myself.
We hardly ever fight. I do seem to start most of them, but I am the scared one. He rolls with the waves of life and I just can't trust, I suppose.
Well, I am okay with my hair now. It was nice to have a cry, but I hate emotion.
Agh, piss on it all.
There are pictures.
I suppose I did it as a scream against the upheaval in my life, with friends getting married, losing the spiritual connection with people I have known and loved for years, freaking out about the status of my own relationship with my ol' man, staring a creative block in the claws and maw.
After I cut my hair I went to show the ol' man. He and a friend had the TV on and he didn't say much about my hair, which is discouraging to say the least. I asked why they were watching C-SPAN, only to be told that they were paying attention to the "important" things in life (as opposed to my love of Perry Mason, I guess). Not a word really about my hair and why or anything. Just a smile and a return to Tony Blair. TONY BLOODY BLAIR!
So I ran upstairs and cried for maybe forty minutes. Mind you, I almost never cry. With all the shit going down and the mutilation of something I took years to grow, I suppose it broke me. I clutched my blankie (it's been with me for all my life) and sobbed and screamed curses to the world into my pillow.
Finally, sick of my emotional outburst. I grabbed a book and ran down the stairs, grabbed my smokes and retreated into the basement. I sat there and petted the cat, chain smoking, for awhile. The ol' man finally came down and left. I finally went upstairs. The friend was still there so I suppose I will have to wait until the evening to talk to him and explain myself.
We hardly ever fight. I do seem to start most of them, but I am the scared one. He rolls with the waves of life and I just can't trust, I suppose.
Well, I am okay with my hair now. It was nice to have a cry, but I hate emotion.
Agh, piss on it all.
Things to do:
1) coffee/window shop with best friend
2) go to bachlorette party of other best friend Sunday
3) find out if first best friend was proposed to
4) finish wedding present for Aug 2 wedding
5) go to said wedding
I don't like the trend here. Everyone is so young and so getting hitched. Jeepers.
Notes:
The party sucked, but I got tipsy.
My friend got engaged.
Another super dear friend of mine tried to kill herself.
I hate girls.
AND SUPER EEEW! Two flies were mid-air mating and landed on my leg while they were still coupled! Damnit, ew, ew, ew!
1) coffee/window shop with best friend
2) go to bachlorette party of other best friend Sunday
3) find out if first best friend was proposed to
4) finish wedding present for Aug 2 wedding
5) go to said wedding
I don't like the trend here. Everyone is so young and so getting hitched. Jeepers.
Notes:
The party sucked, but I got tipsy.
My friend got engaged.
Another super dear friend of mine tried to kill herself.
I hate girls.
AND SUPER EEEW! Two flies were mid-air mating and landed on my leg while they were still coupled! Damnit, ew, ew, ew!
I've got "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin" in my head. But only that line.
The ol' man bought some Polaroid Spectra film online that develops with a bottle of Tanqueray superimposed on it, with their tagline "Distinctive since 2002...Distinctive since 1830" on it. So we've been taking pictures of the cat sleeping with her tounge sticking out, a friend of ours wearing a plastic bag as a hat, the ol' man wearing a wig that make it look like he has a mullet, etc. I will try to scan some in and post them today. Those Tanqueray people are geinuses.
Been playing GTA Vice City with the codes, which is pretty fun, but to a point. I have also been rocking the Discovery channel. They have Neffertiti Revealed or something on August 17, I have a note on the fridge to remind me. Discovery's Egypt-based documentaries rock like Sinatra.
The ol' man bought some Polaroid Spectra film online that develops with a bottle of Tanqueray superimposed on it, with their tagline "Distinctive since 2002...Distinctive since 1830" on it. So we've been taking pictures of the cat sleeping with her tounge sticking out, a friend of ours wearing a plastic bag as a hat, the ol' man wearing a wig that make it look like he has a mullet, etc. I will try to scan some in and post them today. Those Tanqueray people are geinuses.
Been playing GTA Vice City with the codes, which is pretty fun, but to a point. I have also been rocking the Discovery channel. They have Neffertiti Revealed or something on August 17, I have a note on the fridge to remind me. Discovery's Egypt-based documentaries rock like Sinatra.
Yesterday the ol' man and I had the whole house to ourselves, but because I am a raging asshole, it kinda was a downer. We (meaning I, since he is the kindest person ever) don't stay mad for long though, so lying in bed before sleep we had a crazy half-hour long giggle fest over poop eating. Yes, we have a very mature relationship. Then, as he leaned over to set the alarm clocks I sort of sat up half-way (like in crunches) to rearrange my pillows and clocked myself in the head with his forearm. Combining the forward force of him reaching and of me sitting up, it was a pretty solid whallop right across my left eye, nose and cheekbone.
I saw stars and I thought my nose was fucked up, which was scary 'cause I like it straight, but he turned the light on and nothing was bleeding and my pupils looked fine. No concussion, I never get one from any of the shit I've hit with my noggin, suprisingly. I thought at least I'd get some cool bruising and look even more white-trash, but today just the bridge of my nose complains a little about the weight of my glasses.
When I finish here, I am going to groove away on the ol' electric and type up some character profiles, since my memory sucks and the current project needs a good skeleton.
The cat got stuck up in a tree today. We came home from coffee and groceries and heard her pitifully indignant meowing. We looked all around and couldn't find her, but then we looked up. It took twenty minutes, a chair and some enticing to get her down. She was super pissed off, since the ol' man sort of torments her by trying to love her, but now she is trying to catch ants and is happy.
I want it to rain.
Oh, I added a ton of pics, most are from the ol' man's birthday bash. I also changed my profile pic. This is Piper, the evil cat of my heart. (It is not just an Adobe manipulation, it took me like 40 minutes to make and rocks the ol' man's monitor as the wallpaper.)
I saw stars and I thought my nose was fucked up, which was scary 'cause I like it straight, but he turned the light on and nothing was bleeding and my pupils looked fine. No concussion, I never get one from any of the shit I've hit with my noggin, suprisingly. I thought at least I'd get some cool bruising and look even more white-trash, but today just the bridge of my nose complains a little about the weight of my glasses.
When I finish here, I am going to groove away on the ol' electric and type up some character profiles, since my memory sucks and the current project needs a good skeleton.
The cat got stuck up in a tree today. We came home from coffee and groceries and heard her pitifully indignant meowing. We looked all around and couldn't find her, but then we looked up. It took twenty minutes, a chair and some enticing to get her down. She was super pissed off, since the ol' man sort of torments her by trying to love her, but now she is trying to catch ants and is happy.
I want it to rain.
Oh, I added a ton of pics, most are from the ol' man's birthday bash. I also changed my profile pic. This is Piper, the evil cat of my heart. (It is not just an Adobe manipulation, it took me like 40 minutes to make and rocks the ol' man's monitor as the wallpaper.)
