Quick update..
Facebook still hates me.
It's upset because when I sent them my explanatory e-mail, it wasn't from the e-mail address I registered under, even though it WAS.
S'not my fault my e-mail automatically puts myname@mail.whatever rather than myname@whatever when I send mail. They both work equally well and that mail. is just unnecessary.
I shouldn't feel as deprived as I do, but there are people who's only contact info I have is on facebook. Go figure.
My right wrist and upper arm both exhibit the pressure-sensitive pain generally indicative of a bruise... but I don't think that they are. I have been abusing my hands and arms terribly, what with sewing and knitting and carving wood and throwing ceramics all in one day, but I haven't been knocking them about. :/
I had a weird crystalizing moment the other day and I'm doing much better now. I suddenly realized that I was just caring way too much. If I stopped caring and just did what I had to do things would be easier and much better for me. If I did it, I did it, if I didn't, I didn't. Que sera, sera. So I stopped crying and started throwing crappy and useless pots because that's how I've been feeling lately. It's interesting what you can do when you just stop caring so much. I feel almost like Danny, who is one of the most laid back people I've ever known simply for the fact that he doesn't care about much of anything. He makes some really great art because he doesn't give a flying frick about convention, grades, teachers, peers, or any of the mess the rest of us obsess over. I need to be more like Danny.
Vinnie's asleep on my lap and I don't want to move, but I've exhausted my internet resources and really do need to get to school.
Poor fuzzball. No more lap for you.
It's upset because when I sent them my explanatory e-mail, it wasn't from the e-mail address I registered under, even though it WAS.
S'not my fault my e-mail automatically puts myname@mail.whatever rather than myname@whatever when I send mail. They both work equally well and that mail. is just unnecessary.
I shouldn't feel as deprived as I do, but there are people who's only contact info I have is on facebook. Go figure.
My right wrist and upper arm both exhibit the pressure-sensitive pain generally indicative of a bruise... but I don't think that they are. I have been abusing my hands and arms terribly, what with sewing and knitting and carving wood and throwing ceramics all in one day, but I haven't been knocking them about. :/
I had a weird crystalizing moment the other day and I'm doing much better now. I suddenly realized that I was just caring way too much. If I stopped caring and just did what I had to do things would be easier and much better for me. If I did it, I did it, if I didn't, I didn't. Que sera, sera. So I stopped crying and started throwing crappy and useless pots because that's how I've been feeling lately. It's interesting what you can do when you just stop caring so much. I feel almost like Danny, who is one of the most laid back people I've ever known simply for the fact that he doesn't care about much of anything. He makes some really great art because he doesn't give a flying frick about convention, grades, teachers, peers, or any of the mess the rest of us obsess over. I need to be more like Danny.
Vinnie's asleep on my lap and I don't want to move, but I've exhausted my internet resources and really do need to get to school.
Poor fuzzball. No more lap for you.