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Well, I suppose the top of my list is the impending marriage that is coming up. My brother is to be wed on Sunday, and there's been lots of preparations and pre-wedding planning in order to make everything go without a hitch. Since the bride is very, very pregnant, it's been rather exhausting to hopscotch between unpredictable mood swings. It's reassuring, however, to know that it's almost at an end, and I will have no need to deal with brides, grooms, weddings, or even my brother for some time to come afterwards. That is, of course, so long as my best friend continues to not set a date on her wedding plans.
I've been working a new dead-end job. I have now progressed to Home Depot Associate. Humiliating, right? Well, as long as it continues to pay my bills I'm willing to suck up my pride and clock in for another few hours of slave driving. I've really been considering going back to college lately, more specifically, the Art Institute. Even telling myself I want to do that, I second guess it constantly. What real future is there in art? I'm one of the most grounded people I know. Perhaps that's why I have such difficulty committing myself to chasing a dream. However, I have proved most proficient at my craft to much applause. At my current job (Home Depot), they placed me in charge of painting a mural on the break room wall upstairs. They pay me my normal hourly wages (which are pretty damned good) to go upstairs and paint for hours. It's something I enjoy immensely, and everyone seems to love it. A highlight of the mural, if I do say so myself, is my rendition of 'The Black Pearl' from Pirates of the Caribbean.
With the Holiday coming up, I've been preparing for Halloween parties, turning in my normal wardrobe for a short French maid skirt and a really bad accent. In terms of social life, well, it's pretty much nonexistent lately. I've been too focused on work, and when I have an off day, it seems, I've been forced to balance my life out a bit. My mother has been manic over my brother's wedding. My ex-boyfriend doesn't seem to catch the hint that his lingering around and calling me all the time only exasperates the situation. Most of my friends are competing for my time and some of them have become rather cut throat about it, but in the same breath, they don't really take what time I give them to much value. I've been feeling increasingly taken for granted as of late.
On a bright note, and one that I do so adore, I've began an "art group" with two other people. We get together at least once a month and paint, draw, sketch, sculpt. The original premise had been rooted in the idea that all the greats had once upon a time been a collaboration of minds rather then one (for instance, Shakespeare). It's more an excuse for Bohemian games and lots of booze.
Speaking of Bohemian, my sister and I have begun passing back and forth a blank journal, leather-bound. The idea is that we get to write whatever we want, as much as we want, without shame, guilt, or fear of judgment. It's become something to keep me warm at night. I write everything in it, and it amazes me to get inside her head. She is a very deep-minded person. It's like that movie. I'm not sure which one of the Hannibal Lecter series it was, but in one of them, Anthony Hopkin's character, the infamous serial killer, states that there are 'deep rollers' and 'shallow rollers'. My sister would be a deep roller.
I'm excited to see Jamie this weekend, and I have a party to go to on Saturday. I miss a lot of you guys. <3
Later,
Tifanee
I've been working a new dead-end job. I have now progressed to Home Depot Associate. Humiliating, right? Well, as long as it continues to pay my bills I'm willing to suck up my pride and clock in for another few hours of slave driving. I've really been considering going back to college lately, more specifically, the Art Institute. Even telling myself I want to do that, I second guess it constantly. What real future is there in art? I'm one of the most grounded people I know. Perhaps that's why I have such difficulty committing myself to chasing a dream. However, I have proved most proficient at my craft to much applause. At my current job (Home Depot), they placed me in charge of painting a mural on the break room wall upstairs. They pay me my normal hourly wages (which are pretty damned good) to go upstairs and paint for hours. It's something I enjoy immensely, and everyone seems to love it. A highlight of the mural, if I do say so myself, is my rendition of 'The Black Pearl' from Pirates of the Caribbean.
With the Holiday coming up, I've been preparing for Halloween parties, turning in my normal wardrobe for a short French maid skirt and a really bad accent. In terms of social life, well, it's pretty much nonexistent lately. I've been too focused on work, and when I have an off day, it seems, I've been forced to balance my life out a bit. My mother has been manic over my brother's wedding. My ex-boyfriend doesn't seem to catch the hint that his lingering around and calling me all the time only exasperates the situation. Most of my friends are competing for my time and some of them have become rather cut throat about it, but in the same breath, they don't really take what time I give them to much value. I've been feeling increasingly taken for granted as of late.
On a bright note, and one that I do so adore, I've began an "art group" with two other people. We get together at least once a month and paint, draw, sketch, sculpt. The original premise had been rooted in the idea that all the greats had once upon a time been a collaboration of minds rather then one (for instance, Shakespeare). It's more an excuse for Bohemian games and lots of booze.
Speaking of Bohemian, my sister and I have begun passing back and forth a blank journal, leather-bound. The idea is that we get to write whatever we want, as much as we want, without shame, guilt, or fear of judgment. It's become something to keep me warm at night. I write everything in it, and it amazes me to get inside her head. She is a very deep-minded person. It's like that movie. I'm not sure which one of the Hannibal Lecter series it was, but in one of them, Anthony Hopkin's character, the infamous serial killer, states that there are 'deep rollers' and 'shallow rollers'. My sister would be a deep roller.
I'm excited to see Jamie this weekend, and I have a party to go to on Saturday. I miss a lot of you guys. <3
Later,
Tifanee