random tidbits

[arachnophilia]

crap, i can't sleep. guess i'll update lj.

• my predator lino color-reduction print is done. completely. will scan when it's dry.
  
• 3 more printing projects to do, two of which are almost not worth mentioning.
  
• have to go in tomorrow (today?), pick up metal plate i left, cut it half, and possibly file some edges. work on drawings more over the weekend.
  
• i think i really like printmaking. too late to change majors.
  
• not terribly behind in painting, yet.
  
• novak said i should frame my pants. (i smell a project)
  
• also have to go in to work and see if peppy needs some help, as i couldn't go in wednesday. though since carole wasn't there either, and probably wasn't there tuesday either, it might not be too bad.
  
• remember that professional wedding photographer i talked to at rachel's wedding? mom's emailing her, and sending her pictures of the wedding. including some of mine. mom, being crazy. thinks she'll be impressed, and will offer me a job. yeah, right. gathering from my discussion with her, she and her husband did exactly the same thing 20-30 years ago. i made sure to specify that mom only send small pictures, as the lady does sell photos for a living. it's not that i don't trust people, it's that i don't trust people.
  
• ok, bri can't totally hate me, because:
  • she actually talks to me, including randomly asking to see my artwork and complimenting it. even though this painting obviously sucks. that doesn't strike me as "you're creepy, don't talk to me."
    
  • talking with her and andrew and lindsay after class, she related a story about someone far, far creepier than i. overly nice, but invited himself over... parked himself in her bed, under the sheets, and expected to stay the night. failed to leave upon "dude, gtfo." expected her to walk him to his car, txted her randomly that he got home ok. though the bit about andrew being asleep in the bed at the time, and her and suzanne leaving, but the creepy guy NOT leaving was homoerotically funny.
    
  • part of the story was her failure to catch on to exactly how creepy this was, until suzanne explained it to her. and if she doesn't notice that creepiness, maybe my mild antisocial qualities don't bother her.
    
  • she does, in fact, have a boyfriend. but won't in about a week. (though not related to me directly in the conversation... ...if i can muster up some self confidence, i'll get off my ass and ask her out. really.)
    
  • waves good-bye to andrew. hugs me. (??!!)
  however:
  • of the five times i've actually called her, she's picked up once, the first time. left a message or two, never called back. that's generally a "back the hell off" response in my book, right?
    
  • won't have a boyfriend because, her exact words were: "out of sight, out of mind." i can't decide if that's a good quality, or a bad quality.
• petra, i have a feeling you're angry at me. you do realize i was just kidding around about asking if your model was single, right?
  
• and both you and phyllis, i know i'm a terrible person and keep whining about never getting any, and being too awkward and anti-social to actually do something about it. i'm not trying to get on your nerves, really. but i don't have very many friends, and they're starting to move away now. and it's not that i want a girlfriend, really, it's that i want more friends in general. i try to make friends, i do, i'm just apparently bad at that too. though when i called suzanne she seemed game for doing stuff...
  
• ernesto, i am not impressed. you wasted my time, and it barely even rained. and unlike the people on the weather channel, i do not have to pretend to be excited.
  
• citizens of florida, we have to work on this hurricane plan of ours. from now on, let's just be aware that most of summer and fall are "we might get fucked" season, and just be prepared in general. let's fill our gas tanks on a regular basis, not everyone the day before. let's keep d-cells and c-cells in the cabinets. let's make a habit of buying mostly non-perishable food this time of year anyways, and keep our suplies well maintained whether or not there's a storm coming. lets memorize evacuation routes, and where the shelters are. that way, it won't be a zoo the day before. we won't have to wait in line for gas for four hours, and we won't go to the stores and find empty shelves. more importantly, we won't be screwed when a hurrican DOES hit, because said stores were empty, or we didn't know where to go. think, people. i know it's a lot to ask of you here, as most of you are unaccustomed to using the grey bits floating around in your skulls.
  
• goddamn, am i broke. phyllis, you owe me food when you have money. also, i think i should start calling around and asking about a second job. potential thoughts are:
  • jerry's
    
  • w-owl radio
    
  • that "photographer's assistant needed" poster
    
  • any other ideas?
• how old is this phad ke mao? two weeks? gross.
  
• no ice-skating this week. i'm tired, and my knees really hurt for some unknown reason. if someone wants to do something free and relaxed, i'm game. cause i need to do more things, apparently.