"Bon chance, moi!" "Quoi?"
Whew. So, as part of my "work at art because I love it" plan which will extend into the summer, I've decided it's time I get off my curvy butt and at least get a little into shape. [Please don't ask me how that connects to art. We have our best people working on it.] I figure at least a half-hour of exercise every day after school should do something for me-- I know exercise really improves my general mood, and it wouldn't help to be a little in shape. You know. In case zombies attack the town. I promise that's not my only motivation As part of the plan, I'm doing my best to give up sugar except on the weekends, and intend to pester my father about hand-gun safety lessons. And, you know, if a little shotgun etiquette happened to fall in alongside that, I wouldn't complain
And I'm definitely improving my baseball abilities. At the moment, I'd probably be the most useful as an outfielder, since I've worked the most on catching and those nice long, arcing pitches back to people. Very fun. [What the hell is with girls having to play softball? D:< I've pretty much given up on most gender-role arguments, but that's the one that always pisses me off.]
So far, I've been jogging, walking, and DDR'ing, along with push-ups and sit-ups. Sounds more impressive than it is, but I won't give up.
The other girl who applied for governor's school got in. If I were younger, I can see myself holding an insane grudge against her-- I swear, I used to be able to hold a grudge like a master. Looking back, it was really pathetic, but anyway. My art teacher, who is nigh impossible to please, gave me a bunch of information about other summer art programs, which sound kind of interesting. I'll take a look at them for her, but I don't know if I'll be interested. One thing I thought was really funny, in a kind of nice-ironic way, was this mondo-crazy/hyper/totally on speed History teacher that is killing everyone in AP History scampered into my first-period class and asked me very quietly if I'd gotten it, and I smiled and said no, and she made this little face and went "Ooh, darn!"
I'm not in any of her classes, I went to a remediating class held by her, like, once, but she still knows my name. I thought that was really nice, if not a little random.
I don't know how many of my friends know, but I don't want to tell them.
Oof, what do I care? This will probably bother me for a little while, but once everyone knows I can stop thinking about it.
I wish I could get my hands on a DDR OST. There's something appealing about techno, for almost every mood. I'm not much good at DDR, but I enjoy the music and the physical activity is good. [But jogging around in the woods for twenty minutes every day after school is murdering my thighs. Painful murdering, not slimming down into ladylike pillars of seduction killing. DAMYU THIYS.]
I also wish I could start up a new anime series, but Netflix is currently defunct for us.
I was looking at some of the courses that the Art Institute of Pittsburgh (Online Division) offers, and Game Art/Design was one of them. Is that too ambitious to think about? I mean, I don't think I'm suddenly going to throw myself on Pittsburgh or anything, but that seems like a solid thing to look for while I'm perusing colleges. All the things they listed as entry-level jobs-- modelers, storyboard artists, animation artists, 3-D illustrators, digital artists, FX artists-- all sound like really frickin' sweet things.
I dunno. It seems really idealistic. I mean, doesn't everybody and their boyfriend dream of working in the video game industry? I'm not sure. When I hear about exotic dream-careers like CSI, video game designers, child psychologists, actors, famous musicians... my inner critic goes "yes, you keep thinking that, so when you're balding and thirty, crammed into a desk job, you can look back, sigh, and wonder what the hell went wrong."
I really hate my inner critic, but I'm starting to think maybe it's even more wrong than I thought it was-- I mean, if you want something bad enough, you'll get there, right? And it can't be so impossible to get the training and the education and eventually the job you want: those jobs exist and have people working in them, so it can't be impossible to achieve!
Somehow, the idea of looking at colleges isn't so scary, if I can find something that I can say for sure I want to do. [Although, the idea of saying "I want to do this" is a little scary in itself.]
Here's something interesting: our school's guitar club did this little food-raising charity-concert thingy tonight, and I went. Overall, the school's auditorium killed any chance of good acoustics, and the Ex was almost the star of it all. He's like this mondo guitar-wizard master guy, and I'll probably be the first one to say he could go pro if he really wanted to. Which I think he does, he just has to keep putting himself out there. Still, it was kind of strange, since he's up there melting faces and making a bunch of easy girls in the front row go nuts, and Viper's leaning over and shouting: "YOUR EX DOESN'T TOTALLY SUCK AFTER ALL!"
Just plain weird.
We're still friends, and it's a strange relationship. Half the time we're cool, and then the other half the time he's either partially ignoring me because he's chasing ass, I'm ticked off at him for some reason, or he's pestering me to hang out with him. But we get along fairly well, considering the crap we put each other through after we broke up. [I say "we," but it was technically me. Female empowerment, woo. [/sarcasm]]
Anyway, a little chocolate-- It's Friday night, close enough to the weekend for me, dammit, and I love sugar-- and a little rest, and I feel better than I did when I got home. I was frankly a little lonely, but after checking out my friend's page and seeing all the entries and exciting stuff, I got cheered right up! :D
Oh, oh, oh-- and despite the papillon's reputation as a crazy purse-dog, I'm going to get one and name it Fluffernutter.
AND THE WEAK SHALL TREMBLE BEFORE OUR MIGHT.
And I'm definitely improving my baseball abilities. At the moment, I'd probably be the most useful as an outfielder, since I've worked the most on catching and those nice long, arcing pitches back to people. Very fun. [What the hell is with girls having to play softball? D:< I've pretty much given up on most gender-role arguments, but that's the one that always pisses me off.]
So far, I've been jogging, walking, and DDR'ing, along with push-ups and sit-ups. Sounds more impressive than it is, but I won't give up.
The other girl who applied for governor's school got in. If I were younger, I can see myself holding an insane grudge against her-- I swear, I used to be able to hold a grudge like a master. Looking back, it was really pathetic, but anyway. My art teacher, who is nigh impossible to please, gave me a bunch of information about other summer art programs, which sound kind of interesting. I'll take a look at them for her, but I don't know if I'll be interested. One thing I thought was really funny, in a kind of nice-ironic way, was this mondo-crazy/hyper/totally on speed History teacher that is killing everyone in AP History scampered into my first-period class and asked me very quietly if I'd gotten it, and I smiled and said no, and she made this little face and went "Ooh, darn!"
I'm not in any of her classes, I went to a remediating class held by her, like, once, but she still knows my name. I thought that was really nice, if not a little random.
I don't know how many of my friends know, but I don't want to tell them.
Oof, what do I care? This will probably bother me for a little while, but once everyone knows I can stop thinking about it.
I wish I could get my hands on a DDR OST. There's something appealing about techno, for almost every mood. I'm not much good at DDR, but I enjoy the music and the physical activity is good. [But jogging around in the woods for twenty minutes every day after school is murdering my thighs. Painful murdering, not slimming down into ladylike pillars of seduction killing. DAMYU THIYS.]
I also wish I could start up a new anime series, but Netflix is currently defunct for us.
I was looking at some of the courses that the Art Institute of Pittsburgh (Online Division) offers, and Game Art/Design was one of them. Is that too ambitious to think about? I mean, I don't think I'm suddenly going to throw myself on Pittsburgh or anything, but that seems like a solid thing to look for while I'm perusing colleges. All the things they listed as entry-level jobs-- modelers, storyboard artists, animation artists, 3-D illustrators, digital artists, FX artists-- all sound like really frickin' sweet things.
I dunno. It seems really idealistic. I mean, doesn't everybody and their boyfriend dream of working in the video game industry? I'm not sure. When I hear about exotic dream-careers like CSI, video game designers, child psychologists, actors, famous musicians... my inner critic goes "yes, you keep thinking that, so when you're balding and thirty, crammed into a desk job, you can look back, sigh, and wonder what the hell went wrong."
I really hate my inner critic, but I'm starting to think maybe it's even more wrong than I thought it was-- I mean, if you want something bad enough, you'll get there, right? And it can't be so impossible to get the training and the education and eventually the job you want: those jobs exist and have people working in them, so it can't be impossible to achieve!
Somehow, the idea of looking at colleges isn't so scary, if I can find something that I can say for sure I want to do. [Although, the idea of saying "I want to do this" is a little scary in itself.]
Here's something interesting: our school's guitar club did this little food-raising charity-concert thingy tonight, and I went. Overall, the school's auditorium killed any chance of good acoustics, and the Ex was almost the star of it all. He's like this mondo guitar-wizard master guy, and I'll probably be the first one to say he could go pro if he really wanted to. Which I think he does, he just has to keep putting himself out there. Still, it was kind of strange, since he's up there melting faces and making a bunch of easy girls in the front row go nuts, and Viper's leaning over and shouting: "YOUR EX DOESN'T TOTALLY SUCK AFTER ALL!"
Just plain weird.
We're still friends, and it's a strange relationship. Half the time we're cool, and then the other half the time he's either partially ignoring me because he's chasing ass, I'm ticked off at him for some reason, or he's pestering me to hang out with him. But we get along fairly well, considering the crap we put each other through after we broke up. [I say "we," but it was technically me. Female empowerment, woo. [/sarcasm]]
Anyway, a little chocolate-- It's Friday night, close enough to the weekend for me, dammit, and I love sugar-- and a little rest, and I feel better than I did when I got home. I was frankly a little lonely, but after checking out my friend's page and seeing all the entries and exciting stuff, I got cheered right up! :D
Oh, oh, oh-- and despite the papillon's reputation as a crazy purse-dog, I'm going to get one and name it Fluffernutter.
AND THE WEAK SHALL TREMBLE BEFORE OUR MIGHT.