regnerisch.
i spent my fake weekend sleeping and feeling worn out, mostly. i had 6 straight hours of tattooing on sunday, as you can see:
i'm very pleased with the results and apryl has done an amazing job with this very intricate creation i've come to her with. however, we both underestimated how long this was going to take; i thought i'd be done after sunday but 6 hours later and there's still a bunch of yellow and orange to do!!! i feel tough, though....6 hours at the needle is a LOOONG time!! needless to say, it took a lot out of me and the rest of my weekend i was exhausted, weary, and anxious.
monday i had breakfast with tina at lula before she had to skip town. i tried their tofu scramble, which was actually not uber-spicy and southwest-y, so i didn't mind it. their sweet options that morning actually sounded too sweet for me, which is saying a lot. later on i had to go to the doctor, only to spend TWO HOURS waiting to see him! it was ridiculous! i was so tired and my eyes hurt so i couldn't even get going on a good book there. plus you keep getting called back for paperwork, urine tests, vitals, etc, so i don't like to delve into reading something if i'm going to get interested and then have to stop abruptly. it was truly annoying, and my checkup was a mere 10-15 minutes long! the worst part was that i had to listen to this poor teenage girl and her dumb-ass boyfriend talk about the baby they were having together, and they both were just so so stupid....not saying that people who get pregnant as teens are stupid, but as in they were being so immature and babyish and everyone was giving them dirty looks in the waiting room. then the guy was talking about how all the men in his family are pathetic losers who had kids early and have jail time and so its okay that he was where he is. it was truly depressing. hell, i'd be depressed if i got pregnant accidentally now, at 23, let alone at roughly 16. listening to them was pretty much giving me an anxiety attack, so i was very happy when they finally left.
work was terribly stressful today, and i've been feeling anxious/depressed/stressed lately, which in turn makes me feel bad physically. and of course, then i don't wanna do stuff. maybe its the weather? or maybe its my desire as a rat in the chinese zodiac to have a change that i want to happen to happen now, and quickly. i hate that. i get too excited about things and need them to happen the next day. i don't even know if my parents will help support me going to grad school, or if i will get in where i want to, and already my mind is there. i just fucking hate working full time. fuck it.
more later, when my mood is better.
i'm very pleased with the results and apryl has done an amazing job with this very intricate creation i've come to her with. however, we both underestimated how long this was going to take; i thought i'd be done after sunday but 6 hours later and there's still a bunch of yellow and orange to do!!! i feel tough, though....6 hours at the needle is a LOOONG time!! needless to say, it took a lot out of me and the rest of my weekend i was exhausted, weary, and anxious.
monday i had breakfast with tina at lula before she had to skip town. i tried their tofu scramble, which was actually not uber-spicy and southwest-y, so i didn't mind it. their sweet options that morning actually sounded too sweet for me, which is saying a lot. later on i had to go to the doctor, only to spend TWO HOURS waiting to see him! it was ridiculous! i was so tired and my eyes hurt so i couldn't even get going on a good book there. plus you keep getting called back for paperwork, urine tests, vitals, etc, so i don't like to delve into reading something if i'm going to get interested and then have to stop abruptly. it was truly annoying, and my checkup was a mere 10-15 minutes long! the worst part was that i had to listen to this poor teenage girl and her dumb-ass boyfriend talk about the baby they were having together, and they both were just so so stupid....not saying that people who get pregnant as teens are stupid, but as in they were being so immature and babyish and everyone was giving them dirty looks in the waiting room. then the guy was talking about how all the men in his family are pathetic losers who had kids early and have jail time and so its okay that he was where he is. it was truly depressing. hell, i'd be depressed if i got pregnant accidentally now, at 23, let alone at roughly 16. listening to them was pretty much giving me an anxiety attack, so i was very happy when they finally left.
work was terribly stressful today, and i've been feeling anxious/depressed/stressed lately, which in turn makes me feel bad physically. and of course, then i don't wanna do stuff. maybe its the weather? or maybe its my desire as a rat in the chinese zodiac to have a change that i want to happen to happen now, and quickly. i hate that. i get too excited about things and need them to happen the next day. i don't even know if my parents will help support me going to grad school, or if i will get in where i want to, and already my mind is there. i just fucking hate working full time. fuck it.
more later, when my mood is better.