Hello.
I haven't posted in a while. Sorry about this, for those of you who actually noticed.
Medical tests coming up in the next week. Horrible, invasive tests involving removing and inserting things that I do not wish to be removed or inserted. Or squeezed, or poked, or prodded with cold metal. And after fasting I get to have my blood forcibly removed from my body, where it is perfectly happy, and then go to lunch with a depressed friend who has just broken up with her looser boyfriend of eight years.
Also, I entered a few peices in the juried art show on campus on Monday. Today, I went in and checked out the competition. Tomorrow, they will post the names of the artists accepted.
Know what?
My name is NOT going to be on that list. I am so utterly blown out of the water that it's out of the coast guard's hands and into NASA's. There's only a couple of peices I even have half a chance with.
I mean, it's great, I have some friends who I think will really go far, and I'm happy for them, but... damn. I'm not ready for prime time. I'm not even ready for off hours.
...I have a lot of metaphors bouncing around in my head.
Still mixed feelings on John. I think either I was wrong about the mutual crush or he gave up because I didn't want to go out to the middle of nowhere with him several times. Eh. He has a great nose, but his personality is kind of plastic-wrapped. Does that make any sense?
Um.
G'night.
Medical tests coming up in the next week. Horrible, invasive tests involving removing and inserting things that I do not wish to be removed or inserted. Or squeezed, or poked, or prodded with cold metal. And after fasting I get to have my blood forcibly removed from my body, where it is perfectly happy, and then go to lunch with a depressed friend who has just broken up with her looser boyfriend of eight years.
Also, I entered a few peices in the juried art show on campus on Monday. Today, I went in and checked out the competition. Tomorrow, they will post the names of the artists accepted.
Know what?
My name is NOT going to be on that list. I am so utterly blown out of the water that it's out of the coast guard's hands and into NASA's. There's only a couple of peices I even have half a chance with.
I mean, it's great, I have some friends who I think will really go far, and I'm happy for them, but... damn. I'm not ready for prime time. I'm not even ready for off hours.
...I have a lot of metaphors bouncing around in my head.
Still mixed feelings on John. I think either I was wrong about the mutual crush or he gave up because I didn't want to go out to the middle of nowhere with him several times. Eh. He has a great nose, but his personality is kind of plastic-wrapped. Does that make any sense?
Um.
G'night.