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Dudes, I just noticed that I used to blog once a day (or more?), every day. What gives?! I might start again, just because of the sheer joy I get from clicking through my archives.
Last weekend I got sick. Very, very sick. We had to cancel a show and everything. I justified my unwillingness to play when I fainted in the kitchen. I came to about 10 feet away under a toppled fake tree. What a fever! I puked once, too, I think.
Anyway. I keep too busy under 20 credits and a job that requires commuting and a band for which I have not finished my recorded tracks. Ugh. I do have to return to homework, unfortunately, until I go to bed. Bed, work/class, homework, usually an hour of playtime (maybe?), bed, repeat. Life is good, though, when I let it be.
Still trying to find an employer who will let me serve people who really need it. As opposed to who I "help" now, who are middle class women who are troubled over their insufficient holiday decorations. :/
(It's a fine job, though. The people are nice and it pays decently for an internship. And the skills are pretty versatile.)
Sweet pictures from my nephew's birthday party. I made a great Waldo, but that horrid picture doesn't show it. Hopefully I'll get a better shot from a sibling. Link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/calamityjenn/sets/72157608166611089/ Yes, those are my parents in the masks. Yes, they are two amazing people. For the record, my heart will forever melt at that site of my dad with that epic tree silhouette.
Aaanyway, dear friends, goodbye. God's peace.
Last weekend I got sick. Very, very sick. We had to cancel a show and everything. I justified my unwillingness to play when I fainted in the kitchen. I came to about 10 feet away under a toppled fake tree. What a fever! I puked once, too, I think.
Anyway. I keep too busy under 20 credits and a job that requires commuting and a band for which I have not finished my recorded tracks. Ugh. I do have to return to homework, unfortunately, until I go to bed. Bed, work/class, homework, usually an hour of playtime (maybe?), bed, repeat. Life is good, though, when I let it be.
Still trying to find an employer who will let me serve people who really need it. As opposed to who I "help" now, who are middle class women who are troubled over their insufficient holiday decorations. :/
(It's a fine job, though. The people are nice and it pays decently for an internship. And the skills are pretty versatile.)
Sweet pictures from my nephew's birthday party. I made a great Waldo, but that horrid picture doesn't show it. Hopefully I'll get a better shot from a sibling. Link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/calamityjenn/sets/72157608166611089/ Yes, those are my parents in the masks. Yes, they are two amazing people. For the record, my heart will forever melt at that site of my dad with that epic tree silhouette.
Aaanyway, dear friends, goodbye. God's peace.