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After sleep, the retreat of PMS, and the beginning of two new jobs, things are looking up. I still believe almost anyone would turn on friends under the right circumstances and that at this point the only person I can trust is myself. However, I'm going to have friends anyway, and I'm just going to be hurt again. That's how it works. I just won't be surprised.
The art modelling went pretty well. It was difficult to stay in the same position for 25-minute increments, but I enjoyed the challenge of persisting through pain. I imagined I was one of those old yogis on a mountain that sit in meditative poses for hours to worship, and even though I don't worship anything that much, imagining I did helped.
I've always scoffed at people's insistance that getting naked for art students is different than doing it elsewhere, but it really is. That's the most respect that's been paid to my body in a long time.
That evening I worked my first shift in the ice cream shop. This ice cream is amazing. Ben and Jerry loved it before they started their company, and Steve Herrel still has a following. He started all kinds of ice cream revolutions. His employees are a bunch of slackers, though. I worked with two guys and we mostly sat in the office talking and using the computer. Steve's pretty laid back himself. The day I was hired a note went up on the office message board that said "Stop coming to work stoned! Steve knows." He's really friendly, he doesn't care how much ice cream we eat, and people get into arguments with him and it's okay. On my shift, I kept asking what I could do and saying that I felt like I should be working and the manager said, "You'll get over that." The coolest part is that we can trade ice cream for food with resaurants in town. Last night a guy from Cha Cha Cha came by and we all sat around eating burritos and drinking milkshakes.
It's snowing again. When I woke up I declared this Snow Denial Day and wore my bikini, shorts and flipflops until I couldn't take it anymore. Now I've eaten ramen and am wearing sweatpants. I should save all this snow in my freezer and use it to argue against the greenhouse effect.
The art modelling went pretty well. It was difficult to stay in the same position for 25-minute increments, but I enjoyed the challenge of persisting through pain. I imagined I was one of those old yogis on a mountain that sit in meditative poses for hours to worship, and even though I don't worship anything that much, imagining I did helped.
I've always scoffed at people's insistance that getting naked for art students is different than doing it elsewhere, but it really is. That's the most respect that's been paid to my body in a long time.
That evening I worked my first shift in the ice cream shop. This ice cream is amazing. Ben and Jerry loved it before they started their company, and Steve Herrel still has a following. He started all kinds of ice cream revolutions. His employees are a bunch of slackers, though. I worked with two guys and we mostly sat in the office talking and using the computer. Steve's pretty laid back himself. The day I was hired a note went up on the office message board that said "Stop coming to work stoned! Steve knows." He's really friendly, he doesn't care how much ice cream we eat, and people get into arguments with him and it's okay. On my shift, I kept asking what I could do and saying that I felt like I should be working and the manager said, "You'll get over that." The coolest part is that we can trade ice cream for food with resaurants in town. Last night a guy from Cha Cha Cha came by and we all sat around eating burritos and drinking milkshakes.
It's snowing again. When I woke up I declared this Snow Denial Day and wore my bikini, shorts and flipflops until I couldn't take it anymore. Now I've eaten ramen and am wearing sweatpants. I should save all this snow in my freezer and use it to argue against the greenhouse effect.