So i've been working at Downtown Disney for the past 6 months as a portrait artist.
The money isn't as good as it was in catering or even the money I was making at mitsuwa. I at least get to draw and on occasion get tipped out. The people watching is good and when I can I try to get charmingly stylish kids to sit down for demo sketch. Which is always good for laugh or 2 or to kill sometime till the next real request comes along. Regardless I <3 my job.
The money isn't as good as it was in catering or even the money I was making at mitsuwa. I at least get to draw and on occasion get tipped out. The people watching is good and when I can I try to get charmingly stylish kids to sit down for demo sketch. Which is always good for laugh or 2 or to kill sometime till the next real request comes along. Regardless I <3 my job.
This week has been pretty exciting things are picking up as summer begins to round the corner. i landed a job with a large catering company in OC as prep cook! Woo-hoo...well the pay isn't great but at least I'm learning alot and with enough time...I think I'll know enough to hold my own in cullinary school if I decide to go that route...I've thought about my future in this field and I'd like to set the goal of some day owning my own bed and breakfast up in oregon that will double as a hostel/ gallery/ bed a breakfast inn for wayward travelers...It'd be rad to convert/restore an old victorian home/painted lady and hold quarterly/seasonal salons, old school parisienne style, with bands/musicians artisit and cultural figures discussing the crossroads of their interest and forcasting the state of global affairs...lofty goals I know but we all need a little direction at times.
Other news I've been continuing work on my personal drawings/paintings. I'm not quite sure where they're headed but I feel I'm making great strides to say the least.
Other news I've been continuing work on my personal drawings/paintings. I'm not quite sure where they're headed but I feel I'm making great strides to say the least.
I had this wierd dream last night...
It was Aelfie's birthday and I was out and about looking for a gift to get. I Found myself in this old head shop that was closing out and they were packing up gear and all these bongs and pipes were drasically reduced. I only had $39 bux in my wallet so I searched and rummageded through the store...finally resorting to asking the old wierd bearded hippie "What can I get for $39?"...He strokes his wirey silver beard, smirks and proceeds to show me this marbled yellow hershey kiss shaped bong about 1ft in diameter at the base and coming to a tear drop shaped point at the top. To sweeten the deal he throws in this used pipe with a bit of residue inside it still and some shakey weed in a dime bag!!! Excited I give him the cash and and decide to wash my hands the bathroom. His teenage daughter confronts me smiling and starts to flirt to with me I dissuade her and tell her she's too young for me... I get out of the bathroom to realize that everyone has left and that everything in the store is packed away...I wake up excited then dissapointed to realize that it was only a dream...
By no means do I consider myself a hard drug user...but it is nice and oddly perplexing how happy and refreshed I feel when I score a major deal in my dreams...sheets of acid..bricks of haze...what ever I always feel enthused and a little dissappointed when I realize it's only a dream.
It was Aelfie's birthday and I was out and about looking for a gift to get. I Found myself in this old head shop that was closing out and they were packing up gear and all these bongs and pipes were drasically reduced. I only had $39 bux in my wallet so I searched and rummageded through the store...finally resorting to asking the old wierd bearded hippie "What can I get for $39?"...He strokes his wirey silver beard, smirks and proceeds to show me this marbled yellow hershey kiss shaped bong about 1ft in diameter at the base and coming to a tear drop shaped point at the top. To sweeten the deal he throws in this used pipe with a bit of residue inside it still and some shakey weed in a dime bag!!! Excited I give him the cash and and decide to wash my hands the bathroom. His teenage daughter confronts me smiling and starts to flirt to with me I dissuade her and tell her she's too young for me... I get out of the bathroom to realize that everyone has left and that everything in the store is packed away...I wake up excited then dissapointed to realize that it was only a dream...
By no means do I consider myself a hard drug user...but it is nice and oddly perplexing how happy and refreshed I feel when I score a major deal in my dreams...sheets of acid..bricks of haze...what ever I always feel enthused and a little dissappointed when I realize it's only a dream.
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