He takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for
It's not often a feat where I see the world for more than one day with a glint of optimism in my smile. It feels nice. I've had a good week. There's been a fair share of the shit, but as an overall, I am quite content at the moment. Dare I say it happy. The type of smile-because-you-can happy, not because you have reason to. This must be how the other half lives. I quite like it, the lucky bastards, haha.
I done a sleep in on Monday morning, which was damn awesome, and needed, considering Sunday.
Work on a Sunday has got so slack, it's part bore, part brilliant, though, as poor Sarina can attest, it was a bit shit. The talking thing I've not been so great at for the last few days. I swear, on Sunday I convinced more people not to buy something than I did to make a purchase. Though to be honest it seemed everyone who walked in wanted to buy something that was either returned, already broken or ex-display. Or just shit. Seriously, why waste your money? But people wanted to.
Also, also, as a note to the wary, if you're ever being served by someone and your phone rings, dont fucking answer it - it makes you an Automatic DIck. And if you have the arrogance to glare at me when I serve someone else, then you move up the Arsehole Leaderboard. One thing I'm beginning to really get over is people answering their mobiles while i'm serving them. I'm almost at the point where if they do then if the phone rings i'm going to just walk off and answer the phone.
Happy am i, maybe? Petty? - always.
But yeah, then I met up with Sarina and we went to Softbelly Comedy Sunday - and oh man, so worth it. It was so damn good, oh god. Adam Hills was ace, Deanne Smith a few americans among others and Brendan Burns was headliner and wound up doing his WHOLE DAMN SET. We got out quite late, but it was awesome. So so damn good. Really set me up in the mood for Comedy Fest.
COMEDY FEST.
GOODBYE SAVINGS.
I wound up getting home about half eleven and then I stayed up doing my readings for my Story Structure class the next morning and wound up not going. \m/ but I did go to my Digital Studio class, which is fast becoming my favourite class. It's just - i dont know how to descibe it, but i love it. Adrian is an amazing teacher. Bad jokes, but the way he constructs the classes to have a backbone amongst the revelry is amazing. I have Motion Capture tomorrow which I'm very much looking forward to, even though it's the calibration test. I'm enjoying (and far less terrified) by MoCap more than the Greenscreen stuff we have to do in Effects and compositing. Which we started today. It's a delicious program, from what i've tested out so far. Adobe After Effects. It feels like all the other Adobe programs boxed up into one. It's gonna be as complex as i thought it was, and the class still scares me - but I'm enjoying it all. I'm a bit giddy.
That's the best way to describe how I feel: giddy.
I had to take Hercules to the vet this morning to get desexed, and wound up going for a massive walk around the block, from Auburn along Burwood all the way up to riversdale and back around. Made a nice round trip. Then I went back to Camberwell and exchanged my portable harddrive because the model I had was SHIT. (exchange no#2 for that one) But now I have a 1TB portable harddrive and I feel powerful.*
I dont know quite what's got into me, but it's nice.
What isn't nice is my damn habit of using the word nice. It's not even a good word. It's boring.
Now I'm listening to bad pop music and going through emails and my harddrives, fucking around and not writing RBBS like I should be.
I just feel good.
I dont want it to end.
*this is a lie.
I done a sleep in on Monday morning, which was damn awesome, and needed, considering Sunday.
Work on a Sunday has got so slack, it's part bore, part brilliant, though, as poor Sarina can attest, it was a bit shit. The talking thing I've not been so great at for the last few days. I swear, on Sunday I convinced more people not to buy something than I did to make a purchase. Though to be honest it seemed everyone who walked in wanted to buy something that was either returned, already broken or ex-display. Or just shit. Seriously, why waste your money? But people wanted to.
Also, also, as a note to the wary, if you're ever being served by someone and your phone rings, dont fucking answer it - it makes you an Automatic DIck. And if you have the arrogance to glare at me when I serve someone else, then you move up the Arsehole Leaderboard. One thing I'm beginning to really get over is people answering their mobiles while i'm serving them. I'm almost at the point where if they do then if the phone rings i'm going to just walk off and answer the phone.
Happy am i, maybe? Petty? - always.
But yeah, then I met up with Sarina and we went to Softbelly Comedy Sunday - and oh man, so worth it. It was so damn good, oh god. Adam Hills was ace, Deanne Smith a few americans among others and Brendan Burns was headliner and wound up doing his WHOLE DAMN SET. We got out quite late, but it was awesome. So so damn good. Really set me up in the mood for Comedy Fest.
COMEDY FEST.
GOODBYE SAVINGS.
I wound up getting home about half eleven and then I stayed up doing my readings for my Story Structure class the next morning and wound up not going. \m/ but I did go to my Digital Studio class, which is fast becoming my favourite class. It's just - i dont know how to descibe it, but i love it. Adrian is an amazing teacher. Bad jokes, but the way he constructs the classes to have a backbone amongst the revelry is amazing. I have Motion Capture tomorrow which I'm very much looking forward to, even though it's the calibration test. I'm enjoying (and far less terrified) by MoCap more than the Greenscreen stuff we have to do in Effects and compositing. Which we started today. It's a delicious program, from what i've tested out so far. Adobe After Effects. It feels like all the other Adobe programs boxed up into one. It's gonna be as complex as i thought it was, and the class still scares me - but I'm enjoying it all. I'm a bit giddy.
That's the best way to describe how I feel: giddy.
I had to take Hercules to the vet this morning to get desexed, and wound up going for a massive walk around the block, from Auburn along Burwood all the way up to riversdale and back around. Made a nice round trip. Then I went back to Camberwell and exchanged my portable harddrive because the model I had was SHIT. (exchange no#2 for that one) But now I have a 1TB portable harddrive and I feel powerful.*
I dont know quite what's got into me, but it's nice.
What isn't nice is my damn habit of using the word nice. It's not even a good word. It's boring.
Now I'm listening to bad pop music and going through emails and my harddrives, fucking around and not writing RBBS like I should be.
I just feel good.
I dont want it to end.
*this is a lie.