miss me?
My life is like a dark cloud threatening to erupt at any moment. I’m the clown in the corner with all the balls in the air; a tiny burst of air could end it all at any moment.
Today I have hives again.
The last time I had hives was last July, just 3 days before I quit my job at nonprofithell. Do you remember that? It’s not my job this time, but it makes a girl think. I’ve been saying how I am starting to hate rehearsals - I feel like I never have any free or me time. I barely talk to any of my friends anymore, the only people I see are band people. Don’t get me wrong, I love singing. I just can’t stand rehearsals anymore.
The weekend of Christmas I got a terrible muscle spasm in my neck and shoulder. That finally goes away and I get a sinus infection back that I thought I was over. And now the hives. I think my body is revolting - it’s telling me to slow down and smell the raindrops. Slow down and listen. Slow down and think.
Tonight I have two meetings, both of which I am excited about. (as excited as you can be when you are on benadryl for hives.) The first is with a photographer to get some shots taken for promotions, etc. Not headshots, more glamour and fashion type stuff. More creative. More me. This is the meeting to talk out the details and give him a feel for what I want. The problem is that I have no idea what I want. I fear he will talk me into getting naked or at least partially naked. Maybe I should, it may be my last opportunity to get art shots taken for a long time. I struggle.
The other meeting is my birthday party artistic and planning committee.
Details on my bday party:
Wed, Feb. 8 from 8pm - midnight at the Fez Ballroom at SW 12th and Burnside. www.fezballroom.com
No excuses. I’ll be done before you all turn to pumpkins. I swear. 4 bands, spoken word, interactive art… It’s going to be amazing.
In other news.. Housemate Megan is moving out. I think J. is moving in. Go ahead, comment, I can take it. J. and I have totally gotten past our issues (or just mine) and we are friends. I am done with swooning. I hardly swoon anymore, for anyone!
I have a crush on a boy that I work with. It’s so annoying.
My Grandpa is having open heart surgery next week. It scares me.
Today I have hives again.
The last time I had hives was last July, just 3 days before I quit my job at nonprofithell. Do you remember that? It’s not my job this time, but it makes a girl think. I’ve been saying how I am starting to hate rehearsals - I feel like I never have any free or me time. I barely talk to any of my friends anymore, the only people I see are band people. Don’t get me wrong, I love singing. I just can’t stand rehearsals anymore.
The weekend of Christmas I got a terrible muscle spasm in my neck and shoulder. That finally goes away and I get a sinus infection back that I thought I was over. And now the hives. I think my body is revolting - it’s telling me to slow down and smell the raindrops. Slow down and listen. Slow down and think.
Tonight I have two meetings, both of which I am excited about. (as excited as you can be when you are on benadryl for hives.) The first is with a photographer to get some shots taken for promotions, etc. Not headshots, more glamour and fashion type stuff. More creative. More me. This is the meeting to talk out the details and give him a feel for what I want. The problem is that I have no idea what I want. I fear he will talk me into getting naked or at least partially naked. Maybe I should, it may be my last opportunity to get art shots taken for a long time. I struggle.
The other meeting is my birthday party artistic and planning committee.
Details on my bday party:
Wed, Feb. 8 from 8pm - midnight at the Fez Ballroom at SW 12th and Burnside. www.fezballroom.com
No excuses. I’ll be done before you all turn to pumpkins. I swear. 4 bands, spoken word, interactive art… It’s going to be amazing.
In other news.. Housemate Megan is moving out. I think J. is moving in. Go ahead, comment, I can take it. J. and I have totally gotten past our issues (or just mine) and we are friends. I am done with swooning. I hardly swoon anymore, for anyone!
I have a crush on a boy that I work with. It’s so annoying.
My Grandpa is having open heart surgery next week. It scares me.