i can't get my mind off of you; and i hate the phone, but i wish you'd call.
→ I WOKE UP TO RAIN TODAY. I was going to get up at 9:42am but I woke up like an hour before that and just laid around a bit before I actually got up. And it was raining. AND THUNDERING!!!1 I want to be officially done with winter because I love this weather so much. I love it more than sunny days, I think, I am just so content.
→ When I left work yesterday, they told me I didn't have to come in on Friday. I was psyched. THEN I WOKE UP TO AN EMAIL SAYING I HAD TO COME IN. So I was pissed. And then on the way home from class, I was told I don't have to come in. So I am not going. lol. DAY OFF FTW! AND I GET PAID ON MONDAY. Allie asked me what kind of company I work for and I should talk about that because I've never really said. It's a broker dealer firm, they manage and supervise stock brokers and keep all of their info and stuff. I don't do anything srs bsns though, I'm just at the front desk. So I answer phones and sign for mail, print things, send mail out, etc. I get paid really well and it is SO cool having money. I'm not one to find money to be too important, but it's nice to be able to buy something without even worrying about it. Like make-up, I have been needing new mascara and powder and my silver eyeshadow so I got to go get all of that without even thinking. Or if I see a shirt that I want, I know I can just get it on a whim. I guess that was a source of anxiety I wasn't even aware of until it was gone. I do plan to try to save a lot of it though, because I really want my own fucking Nikon. SO bad.
→ I GOT A BAGEL ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL. (LOL, MY EXCITING LIFE, VIEW IT) And then I was all freaked out because I was OUT OF GUM, and Mette is 100% convinced that there is such a thing as Bagel Breath and she's all freaked out about it always and I have never experienced it and don't even know if it's real but I was still paranoid so I stopped to get gum but I also put gas in my car so it wouldn't be such a purposeless trip. lol.
→ I got to Clay and I totally forgot that it was critique day and I was all prepared to ~wheel it up~ but I didn't get to. There were some issues with my piece - mostly the underglaze was not saturated enough and thin/uneven in some parts and that really sucks because it looked solid when I put it in, it's like there's no way I could have known. I also went over everything at least three times so I don't know what the deal was. I was really happy though because my piece sparked a great deal of debate and conversation; what some people disliked, other people defended, and vice versa, so I really appreciated it and they seemed to really want to talk it through. Some pieces, like a Bulbasaur or some neon orange cosmic eye, they just totally brushed off. AND OH MY GOD I ALMOST TOTALLY WENT OFF. Because Jackson's piece isn't even done being fucking painted yet and it was due like 2 weeks ago. So he puts it up there and IDK how to critique this shit because it is NOT DONE. So I ask him, "have you decided where you're going to put some more blue?" And then he tells me, and the class, that he doesn't know and that it's gotten to the point where he "doesn't really care anymore so he might just slap it on, he doesn't know." I almost said, "If he's not going to care enough about his own work, why should I care enough to waste my time critiquing it." Seriously, I was THIS close.
Matt had Chipotle when I got there, he fed me a chip and tried to make me try whatever he was eating, but I DNW. I don't really like Chipotle. Or most Mexican food in general. He stabs a fork around and holds it up in front of my mouth. I protest. "Please? It's shredded steak. And rice! Don't you like rice? Oh. You DON'T like rice!" Listening, he does it. During critique when someone said I should have painted the ears of my monkey, he kicked my chair and smirked at me because I totally contemplated painting them but in the end I decided not to. Everyone left and I knelt on my chair, he tried to shake me off of it, I grabbed his arms so I wouldn't fall and he slid me around the room a little. He threatened to drop his clay warrior, he wanted to break it so bad, I told him if he was just going to break it that I wanted it instead. He saved it, though. We went to look at art pieces in the back and my stomach kept falling the way it does before a kiss but again, nothing happens. We just stand so close. We put our hands on the top of the kiln, it was warm even through my sweatshirt sleeves that were pulled down baggy over my hands. "Ahhh, I want to lay on this," I tell him, and he talks about how it feels the way hot summer sidewalks did when he was a kid, when he'd lay on the concrete, that's what it reminds him of. On the way out he started stretching and complaining about how he was sore from the gym, massaged his chest and then told me to feel him up. LOL. I did. I got my stuff, including my blue umbrella, and asked him if he was superstitious. "About what?" Anything. Opening umbrellas inside? "No." I opened it and as it sprung, remaining mist from two hours earlier fell like glitter onto the wooden table. I parked in the close lot today, so we walked out together. I was so excited to use my umbrella but the rain wasn't even worth it at that point, it was barely there, it was just windy and cold. He wondered why I parked here today. It was obviously so I could walk out with him, but I told him it was just because I found a spot. He asked where I was parked and if I wanted a ride to my car. When we pulled up, it was awkward like it is whenever we leave because it feels like we don't really want to but we don't have concrete reason to stay. We hugged across the car and my back cracked in one place. We pulled apart and he asked what I was doing this weekend. I just hope he actually calls and doesn't get scared because he has no reason to, I'd love to see him.
→ I got a facebook message from my old art teacher, saying she flew the Art Fairy the other day and thought of me and that made my fucking WEEK because she was my teacher when I was like, 13. It was so sweet and god I loved her! She looked like Julia Roberts and if you told her that, she gave you candy. ♥ And she always flew this Art Fairy, she pulled a string and this fairy flew across the room and we'd try to catch it. She was a really beautiful person in general. She told me to stop in and say hi sometime, I just might.
→ I'm looking at film schools in California because Kathryn Bigelow inspired my creative ass. I have to write essays and shit. I'm not really dreading them, though. I have to write two pages on how film has changed my life and what it means to me, and the only thing I'm dreading is having to limit it to two pages. Like, lol, is that a joke.
→ I'M GOING TO GO FINISH READING GAGA'S ISSUE OF COSMO NOW. OR MAYBE PLAY SUPER NINTENDO WITH MY SISTER. WE ARE PLAYING A JOINT-TEAM GAME OF DONKEY KONG 3, BECAUSE WE BEAT 2 YESTERDAY. Our names are saved in this one as "Ass" and "Hat" and I find that EXTREMELY amusing every single time we go to the Save Game screen. Also did anyone ever play King's Quest VII on the computer as a kid? Because that game scared the SHIT out of us and we looked it up last night and watched videos on youtube and are still fucking scared. Especially at that dead guy in the desert, jesus christ.
→ When I left work yesterday, they told me I didn't have to come in on Friday. I was psyched. THEN I WOKE UP TO AN EMAIL SAYING I HAD TO COME IN. So I was pissed. And then on the way home from class, I was told I don't have to come in. So I am not going. lol. DAY OFF FTW! AND I GET PAID ON MONDAY. Allie asked me what kind of company I work for and I should talk about that because I've never really said. It's a broker dealer firm, they manage and supervise stock brokers and keep all of their info and stuff. I don't do anything srs bsns though, I'm just at the front desk. So I answer phones and sign for mail, print things, send mail out, etc. I get paid really well and it is SO cool having money. I'm not one to find money to be too important, but it's nice to be able to buy something without even worrying about it. Like make-up, I have been needing new mascara and powder and my silver eyeshadow so I got to go get all of that without even thinking. Or if I see a shirt that I want, I know I can just get it on a whim. I guess that was a source of anxiety I wasn't even aware of until it was gone. I do plan to try to save a lot of it though, because I really want my own fucking Nikon. SO bad.
→ I GOT A BAGEL ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL. (LOL, MY EXCITING LIFE, VIEW IT) And then I was all freaked out because I was OUT OF GUM, and Mette is 100% convinced that there is such a thing as Bagel Breath and she's all freaked out about it always and I have never experienced it and don't even know if it's real but I was still paranoid so I stopped to get gum but I also put gas in my car so it wouldn't be such a purposeless trip. lol.
→ I got to Clay and I totally forgot that it was critique day and I was all prepared to ~wheel it up~ but I didn't get to. There were some issues with my piece - mostly the underglaze was not saturated enough and thin/uneven in some parts and that really sucks because it looked solid when I put it in, it's like there's no way I could have known. I also went over everything at least three times so I don't know what the deal was. I was really happy though because my piece sparked a great deal of debate and conversation; what some people disliked, other people defended, and vice versa, so I really appreciated it and they seemed to really want to talk it through. Some pieces, like a Bulbasaur or some neon orange cosmic eye, they just totally brushed off. AND OH MY GOD I ALMOST TOTALLY WENT OFF. Because Jackson's piece isn't even done being fucking painted yet and it was due like 2 weeks ago. So he puts it up there and IDK how to critique this shit because it is NOT DONE. So I ask him, "have you decided where you're going to put some more blue?" And then he tells me, and the class, that he doesn't know and that it's gotten to the point where he "doesn't really care anymore so he might just slap it on, he doesn't know." I almost said, "If he's not going to care enough about his own work, why should I care enough to waste my time critiquing it." Seriously, I was THIS close.
Matt had Chipotle when I got there, he fed me a chip and tried to make me try whatever he was eating, but I DNW. I don't really like Chipotle. Or most Mexican food in general. He stabs a fork around and holds it up in front of my mouth. I protest. "Please? It's shredded steak. And rice! Don't you like rice? Oh. You DON'T like rice!" Listening, he does it. During critique when someone said I should have painted the ears of my monkey, he kicked my chair and smirked at me because I totally contemplated painting them but in the end I decided not to. Everyone left and I knelt on my chair, he tried to shake me off of it, I grabbed his arms so I wouldn't fall and he slid me around the room a little. He threatened to drop his clay warrior, he wanted to break it so bad, I told him if he was just going to break it that I wanted it instead. He saved it, though. We went to look at art pieces in the back and my stomach kept falling the way it does before a kiss but again, nothing happens. We just stand so close. We put our hands on the top of the kiln, it was warm even through my sweatshirt sleeves that were pulled down baggy over my hands. "Ahhh, I want to lay on this," I tell him, and he talks about how it feels the way hot summer sidewalks did when he was a kid, when he'd lay on the concrete, that's what it reminds him of. On the way out he started stretching and complaining about how he was sore from the gym, massaged his chest and then told me to feel him up. LOL. I did. I got my stuff, including my blue umbrella, and asked him if he was superstitious. "About what?" Anything. Opening umbrellas inside? "No." I opened it and as it sprung, remaining mist from two hours earlier fell like glitter onto the wooden table. I parked in the close lot today, so we walked out together. I was so excited to use my umbrella but the rain wasn't even worth it at that point, it was barely there, it was just windy and cold. He wondered why I parked here today. It was obviously so I could walk out with him, but I told him it was just because I found a spot. He asked where I was parked and if I wanted a ride to my car. When we pulled up, it was awkward like it is whenever we leave because it feels like we don't really want to but we don't have concrete reason to stay. We hugged across the car and my back cracked in one place. We pulled apart and he asked what I was doing this weekend. I just hope he actually calls and doesn't get scared because he has no reason to, I'd love to see him.
→ I got a facebook message from my old art teacher, saying she flew the Art Fairy the other day and thought of me and that made my fucking WEEK because she was my teacher when I was like, 13. It was so sweet and god I loved her! She looked like Julia Roberts and if you told her that, she gave you candy. ♥ And she always flew this Art Fairy, she pulled a string and this fairy flew across the room and we'd try to catch it. She was a really beautiful person in general. She told me to stop in and say hi sometime, I just might.
→ I'm looking at film schools in California because Kathryn Bigelow inspired my creative ass. I have to write essays and shit. I'm not really dreading them, though. I have to write two pages on how film has changed my life and what it means to me, and the only thing I'm dreading is having to limit it to two pages. Like, lol, is that a joke.
→ I'M GOING TO GO FINISH READING GAGA'S ISSUE OF COSMO NOW. OR MAYBE PLAY SUPER NINTENDO WITH MY SISTER. WE ARE PLAYING A JOINT-TEAM GAME OF DONKEY KONG 3, BECAUSE WE BEAT 2 YESTERDAY. Our names are saved in this one as "Ass" and "Hat" and I find that EXTREMELY amusing every single time we go to the Save Game screen. Also did anyone ever play King's Quest VII on the computer as a kid? Because that game scared the SHIT out of us and we looked it up last night and watched videos on youtube and are still fucking scared. Especially at that dead guy in the desert, jesus christ.