breathe in good breathe out bad.
Justin and I drove to Vegas last weekend to visit with some old friends of his from Houston. We stayed in old Vegas right at the end of the Fremont St experience, at the Plaza hotel. I think I prefer old Vegas these days, it's getting pretty cute.
I'm driving to San Diego tomorrow to hang some of my paintings at the Bonita Library where my sister works. I finished up a painting I started last summer, and I painted a brand new baby painting to fill out my installation. I'm sure I'll post pics on instagram, if you're not following me, @twinklemischief
I don't have any "go to" friends right now. I feel isolated, but it's only week three of class. I'm sure I'll end up hanging out with people from school at some point. Things with Justin are improving all the time. Before the kids moved out, we weren't exactly at our closest. We cohabitate well when other people aren't screwing things up. But he works so much, I don't really get to hang out with him much, aside from around the house.
I get compliments all the time on my appearance, my style, my hair color. It's just me being me, and a lot of people feel the need to comment on it. So why the fuck do I let one negative comment get me so down? I came home from school today really bummed because some dried up bitter old clam from the dance department made an audible and rude comment about my hair, as I sat in my car before class. It was awkward because we were both walking toward the dance department. I ended up snapping her photo and mocking her on instagram. But I did not take a photo of the lady that paid me a very sweet compliment at Trader Joe's on the way home, or the countless other people who compliment me every day. I want to be the change I wish to see in the world. I will try to take a picture of the next few people who compliment me. I want to focus on positive interactions.
I'm driving to San Diego tomorrow to hang some of my paintings at the Bonita Library where my sister works. I finished up a painting I started last summer, and I painted a brand new baby painting to fill out my installation. I'm sure I'll post pics on instagram, if you're not following me, @twinklemischief
I don't have any "go to" friends right now. I feel isolated, but it's only week three of class. I'm sure I'll end up hanging out with people from school at some point. Things with Justin are improving all the time. Before the kids moved out, we weren't exactly at our closest. We cohabitate well when other people aren't screwing things up. But he works so much, I don't really get to hang out with him much, aside from around the house.
I get compliments all the time on my appearance, my style, my hair color. It's just me being me, and a lot of people feel the need to comment on it. So why the fuck do I let one negative comment get me so down? I came home from school today really bummed because some dried up bitter old clam from the dance department made an audible and rude comment about my hair, as I sat in my car before class. It was awkward because we were both walking toward the dance department. I ended up snapping her photo and mocking her on instagram. But I did not take a photo of the lady that paid me a very sweet compliment at Trader Joe's on the way home, or the countless other people who compliment me every day. I want to be the change I wish to see in the world. I will try to take a picture of the next few people who compliment me. I want to focus on positive interactions.