This girl is exhausted.
Today has been pretty eventful, not so much IRL, but in Adamland. Rolling Stone cover was leaked and it gave me a massive hard on. Well, it would have, if I were equipped. I've been talking to andiwashmyhands via text message and at one point we almost carried on a conversation with tags from ontd_ai but it made me feel too lame, so I stopped. But then this happened;
- [ ! J a z z ] says (10:23 PM):
i quit smoking anyways
.ø(._.) says (10:23 PM):
why?!
- [ ! J a z z ] says (10:24 PM):
Someone put drugs in my weed
And I swear to you it just happened, I didn't even think about it.
Today I realized how much I love my mother. Well, I always knew she was kick awesome, but today takes the cake. I said something about the RS video thing, then realized she tweeted about it (Yes, my mom tweets). She then said "Yah I watched it. I likes him too, you know."
Also;
Mom: Did you read the other thing he said in the interview?
Me: About Kris and his crush?
Mom: Yeah! Maybe he will steal him away from his wife :D
And;
Me: I wonder if Lily [my dog] would wear little costumes, or outfits..
Mom: *serious* No, I tried putting a wig on her. It didn't work.
Anyways, none of that was likely funny at all, but too bad. This is my journal and I can ramble about whatever I want. I hurt my hand today, strained my fingers or something. It was from painting with a toothpick, but I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do. I'm really pleased with this painting. I also did a sketch, which I like more. I wish I was a better artist when it comes to that stuff. That's what practice is for, I suppose. I dunno what's better, being mind blowing amazing at something, or pretty good at a whole pile of things.
Funding for school is balls. Sweaty ones. There is so much work involved, which is to be expected. It's just really hard to convince people to give me money for something like fashion design, because there is such a small labour market. I REALLY want to stay in Newfoundland, but none of the theater companies here are big enough to pay anyone, let alone make it like a full time job. I've always got my business to fall back on, that shit isn't any easier. Honestly, I feel like making and creating things for the rest of my life is the only thing that will make me happy. And fuck anyone who tries to stop me, man. I NEED this course. I NEED this career.
Today has been a great day. Tomorrow I look forward to more painting. Friday brings another trip to the city, fucking A. I'm getting a nice fat check and I'm going to spend it all on... bills!
You wanna know what? That doesn't even bring me down. High on life!
- [ ! J a z z ] says (10:23 PM):
i quit smoking anyways
.ø(._.) says (10:23 PM):
why?!
- [ ! J a z z ] says (10:24 PM):
Someone put drugs in my weed
And I swear to you it just happened, I didn't even think about it.
Today I realized how much I love my mother. Well, I always knew she was kick awesome, but today takes the cake. I said something about the RS video thing, then realized she tweeted about it (Yes, my mom tweets). She then said "Yah I watched it. I likes him too, you know."
Also;
Mom: Did you read the other thing he said in the interview?
Me: About Kris and his crush?
Mom: Yeah! Maybe he will steal him away from his wife :D
And;
Me: I wonder if Lily [my dog] would wear little costumes, or outfits..
Mom: *serious* No, I tried putting a wig on her. It didn't work.
Anyways, none of that was likely funny at all, but too bad. This is my journal and I can ramble about whatever I want. I hurt my hand today, strained my fingers or something. It was from painting with a toothpick, but I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do. I'm really pleased with this painting. I also did a sketch, which I like more. I wish I was a better artist when it comes to that stuff. That's what practice is for, I suppose. I dunno what's better, being mind blowing amazing at something, or pretty good at a whole pile of things.
Funding for school is balls. Sweaty ones. There is so much work involved, which is to be expected. It's just really hard to convince people to give me money for something like fashion design, because there is such a small labour market. I REALLY want to stay in Newfoundland, but none of the theater companies here are big enough to pay anyone, let alone make it like a full time job. I've always got my business to fall back on, that shit isn't any easier. Honestly, I feel like making and creating things for the rest of my life is the only thing that will make me happy. And fuck anyone who tries to stop me, man. I NEED this course. I NEED this career.
Today has been a great day. Tomorrow I look forward to more painting. Friday brings another trip to the city, fucking A. I'm getting a nice fat check and I'm going to spend it all on... bills!
You wanna know what? That doesn't even bring me down. High on life!