*twiddles thumbs*
Ripping CD's for iPoddery. Boredboredboredboredboredboredbored. And chatty.
I am so TERRIBLY chatty-feeling right now. Alas, no one is on AIM =(
I'm hoping the neighbor remembers she was going to come look at my art this morning, because then I'll have someone to chat at.
I've done an ACEO and three greeting cards so far with my new pens and such. I should doodle my vague idea for a possible painting tonight, too. But meh! I want to SOCIALIZE.
RAR.
And my mom's split pea-soup is delicious, but it's doing funny things to my stomach. I am starting to suspect that my body is rejecting pork again. Yes, my body continues to cycle with what I can and cannot eat. I spent about five to ten years getting grieviously ill if there was even a trace of pork in stuff as a child, and I think it might be happening again. Only less grieviously ill and more just generally vaguely nauseous.
I am not sure if I am going to bother coming home in between classes today, since there is an Art Club meeting at five.
My iPod mix is going to be odd, as always. I'm going to remove a bit of my current J-Rock on it to make room for some Billie Holiday, Yo-Yo Ma, Tarja, Bon Jovi, and the Offspring. There is also a possibility of Queen, Delirium, and Sheryl Crow in the forcast.
Yeah. I said Bon Jovi. Some of his albums remain my guilty pleasures. (Slippery When Wet, Blaze of Glory, and Keep the Faith. Mmmm. Though I apparently do not own Blaze of Glory anymore on CD, because I've turned the house inside out trying to find that fucker.)
I am so TERRIBLY chatty-feeling right now. Alas, no one is on AIM =(
I'm hoping the neighbor remembers she was going to come look at my art this morning, because then I'll have someone to chat at.
I've done an ACEO and three greeting cards so far with my new pens and such. I should doodle my vague idea for a possible painting tonight, too. But meh! I want to SOCIALIZE.
RAR.
And my mom's split pea-soup is delicious, but it's doing funny things to my stomach. I am starting to suspect that my body is rejecting pork again. Yes, my body continues to cycle with what I can and cannot eat. I spent about five to ten years getting grieviously ill if there was even a trace of pork in stuff as a child, and I think it might be happening again. Only less grieviously ill and more just generally vaguely nauseous.
I am not sure if I am going to bother coming home in between classes today, since there is an Art Club meeting at five.
My iPod mix is going to be odd, as always. I'm going to remove a bit of my current J-Rock on it to make room for some Billie Holiday, Yo-Yo Ma, Tarja, Bon Jovi, and the Offspring. There is also a possibility of Queen, Delirium, and Sheryl Crow in the forcast.
Yeah. I said Bon Jovi. Some of his albums remain my guilty pleasures. (Slippery When Wet, Blaze of Glory, and Keep the Faith. Mmmm. Though I apparently do not own Blaze of Glory anymore on CD, because I've turned the house inside out trying to find that fucker.)