It's just so fuckin cold in here...I want a comforter, and heat. And heat in my car, and some new accordion straps, please. And accordion mics. And on and on and on...
I'm procrastinating here. I have a shoot in the morning, so I should get to sleep. I'm out of food, with the exception of canned lychee and hard cider (does that count as food?). Being single for the first time in a very long time, I haven't quite gotten the hang of cooking for myself yet. How could I? I would have too much food if I cooked a whole something, and living on campus meals that I've been mooching off my band members is turning my insides to dust.
Hey, I'm shooting a whole bunch this week
I'm jazzed. I also recruited a new volunteer for Music Outreach with the old-o's.
I had a good weekend. I got a parking ticket, too. I met wsoxfan for lunch on Thursday and it was lovely as could be. I spent the rest of the weekend until about an hour ago at school, doing work and fixing band things and watching Annie Hall. It was good. But I've been such a nervous nelly the whole time. I first noticed it in Early Childhood Development lecture. Sometimes the content of those lectures make me sad and uncomfortable. Issues of my unusual upbringing and how it has negatively impacted my life are casual to me, but still somewhat unresolved. And learning so much about parenting and the way the mind works during early childhood has really forced me to reanalyze a lot of things from my past, which is a little jarring.
Maybe it was the lecture that put me in such a nervous place this weekend. We made a lot of musical progress though. I got a very smart, very wonderful sculptor to sponsor my senior project.
(Gah, are these blogs such a total downer every single time? I'm sorry darlings. I really really am sorry)
And now, an explosion in the shingle factory:
goodnight my wondersnails.
I'm procrastinating here. I have a shoot in the morning, so I should get to sleep. I'm out of food, with the exception of canned lychee and hard cider (does that count as food?). Being single for the first time in a very long time, I haven't quite gotten the hang of cooking for myself yet. How could I? I would have too much food if I cooked a whole something, and living on campus meals that I've been mooching off my band members is turning my insides to dust.
Hey, I'm shooting a whole bunch this week
I'm jazzed. I also recruited a new volunteer for Music Outreach with the old-o's.
I had a good weekend. I got a parking ticket, too. I met wsoxfan for lunch on Thursday and it was lovely as could be. I spent the rest of the weekend until about an hour ago at school, doing work and fixing band things and watching Annie Hall. It was good. But I've been such a nervous nelly the whole time. I first noticed it in Early Childhood Development lecture. Sometimes the content of those lectures make me sad and uncomfortable. Issues of my unusual upbringing and how it has negatively impacted my life are casual to me, but still somewhat unresolved. And learning so much about parenting and the way the mind works during early childhood has really forced me to reanalyze a lot of things from my past, which is a little jarring.
Maybe it was the lecture that put me in such a nervous place this weekend. We made a lot of musical progress though. I got a very smart, very wonderful sculptor to sponsor my senior project.
(Gah, are these blogs such a total downer every single time? I'm sorry darlings. I really really am sorry)
And now, an explosion in the shingle factory:
goodnight my wondersnails.
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And I am very down for the super special thanksgiving celebration for wayward girls who have estranged relationships with their respective families
Try and stay sane this week despite extreme overwork, too!