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Ironically, I find myself writing in my livejournal for one simple reason: It's one a.m., no one's online, it's too late to call anyone and not feel guilty about it, and I feel like ranting. Spilling.
I just- and I mean just, like five minutes ago- tried out a screen that I've been working on all week. I don't know how to screenprint. This is my first time. I got the method I'm using off of a livejournal community that I am not a part of, but might someday be, because it was the easiest and cheapest method I found when I searched for 'screenprinting'. I had to modify it a bit because my image is enormous - I'm a dive in headfirst kinda girl.
I just found out that the ink I bought -the fifteen dollar ink- isn't washable. It's for wood and stuff like that.
I applied for a job. I had an interview on thursday. I thought it went really well. It's one of the best jobs I could possibly get. So now I'm shaking in my bare feet waiting for a call to let me know whether or not I've got it. It's not so much that I'll beoffended or crushed; if I don't get it, but that I just want to know. And if I don't get it, my main disappointment will be that I still don't have a job that I can stand working at. And I NEED money.
On bright notes, I have smooth legs and I had sushi today.
I just- and I mean just, like five minutes ago- tried out a screen that I've been working on all week. I don't know how to screenprint. This is my first time. I got the method I'm using off of a livejournal community that I am not a part of, but might someday be, because it was the easiest and cheapest method I found when I searched for 'screenprinting'. I had to modify it a bit because my image is enormous - I'm a dive in headfirst kinda girl.
I just found out that the ink I bought -the fifteen dollar ink- isn't washable. It's for wood and stuff like that.
I applied for a job. I had an interview on thursday. I thought it went really well. It's one of the best jobs I could possibly get. So now I'm shaking in my bare feet waiting for a call to let me know whether or not I've got it. It's not so much that I'll beoffended or crushed; if I don't get it, but that I just want to know. And if I don't get it, my main disappointment will be that I still don't have a job that I can stand working at. And I NEED money.
On bright notes, I have smooth legs and I had sushi today.