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My god, I'm awful at being consistant.
The last two weeks in a nutshell:
Worked at The Ex. Started liking it. Dealt with annoying people. My booth leaked twice. Finished. Made $280. Decided that being a traveling carnie would be a fun thing to do someday.
Got sick the night after the ex left. Broke into a fever that lasted three hours. Utter pain. Read for half an hour, it stopped. I slept, and was slightly freaked out by my body doing strange things.(Was also on the rag, which makes it even worse. Cramps + Fever = UGHH.)
Got better. Recieved reimbursement cheque for Canuudle. (FINALLY!) Went to folk fest. Ate BAD COOKIES which made me REALLY REALLY OUT OF IT. Walked to the beach, felt like I was in a dream, fell asleep in the sun and burnt back and soles of feet. Back is just now starting to peel. Flakes of skin coming off everywhere.
Felt heat-sick on saturday, so went home for a few hours. Showered, slept, went back out, and felt a lot better. Wandered around saturday night, got drunk off of tequila and cheap wine, saw awesome performance art band, got hit on by some random thirty year old guy for about twenty minutes. Wandered around more, talked to people, fell asleep in tent as sun was coming up.
Saw more bands the next day. Left at 6, because friends weren't into seeing mainstage. Ice was forgotten, so opened the cooler to find a smelly mass of spilt soy milk, hummus, and water, and the smell of rotten fresh produce. Felt like puking. Ew.
Came home.
I'm going to start using pronouns now.
So for the past few days, I have been lazy in that I haven't really left the house, but very productive. I'm on a manic creative spurt. I swear that I will finish IT before I leave for youth council. Because I've been making IT for two months, and I just want IT to be done. I swear, if someone ever asks me to make something like IT for them, I'm charging 200 bucks. It's that strenuous.
Screenprinting gives me a wonderful natural high. Maybe it's just hte feeling of creating something beautiful at midnight, because I always do it late at night. But it's just thing amazing feeling that I can't get anywhere else. Except painting in general. It's like I work myself into a frenzy and go someplace else.
I managed to watch CSI four times today already, and there's two more episodes on before I go to bed. (OBSESSED DORK)
The last two weeks in a nutshell:
Worked at The Ex. Started liking it. Dealt with annoying people. My booth leaked twice. Finished. Made $280. Decided that being a traveling carnie would be a fun thing to do someday.
Got sick the night after the ex left. Broke into a fever that lasted three hours. Utter pain. Read for half an hour, it stopped. I slept, and was slightly freaked out by my body doing strange things.(Was also on the rag, which makes it even worse. Cramps + Fever = UGHH.)
Got better. Recieved reimbursement cheque for Canuudle. (FINALLY!) Went to folk fest. Ate BAD COOKIES which made me REALLY REALLY OUT OF IT. Walked to the beach, felt like I was in a dream, fell asleep in the sun and burnt back and soles of feet. Back is just now starting to peel. Flakes of skin coming off everywhere.
Felt heat-sick on saturday, so went home for a few hours. Showered, slept, went back out, and felt a lot better. Wandered around saturday night, got drunk off of tequila and cheap wine, saw awesome performance art band, got hit on by some random thirty year old guy for about twenty minutes. Wandered around more, talked to people, fell asleep in tent as sun was coming up.
Saw more bands the next day. Left at 6, because friends weren't into seeing mainstage. Ice was forgotten, so opened the cooler to find a smelly mass of spilt soy milk, hummus, and water, and the smell of rotten fresh produce. Felt like puking. Ew.
Came home.
I'm going to start using pronouns now.
So for the past few days, I have been lazy in that I haven't really left the house, but very productive. I'm on a manic creative spurt. I swear that I will finish IT before I leave for youth council. Because I've been making IT for two months, and I just want IT to be done. I swear, if someone ever asks me to make something like IT for them, I'm charging 200 bucks. It's that strenuous.
Screenprinting gives me a wonderful natural high. Maybe it's just hte feeling of creating something beautiful at midnight, because I always do it late at night. But it's just thing amazing feeling that I can't get anywhere else. Except painting in general. It's like I work myself into a frenzy and go someplace else.
I managed to watch CSI four times today already, and there's two more episodes on before I go to bed. (OBSESSED DORK)