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long day today...
did the school thing, went to a bookstore for lunch... had cafe au lait, a bowl of chili, and a slice of berry tart cake. meandered.

today was our first day in figure with a model, and it's the model i know from last time. i didn't do so well; my arm kept getting very tired and i only drew every other pose & not very well, even for mass gesture. getting better though - line of action, then basic "robot" shapes, then more of the curviness & the distribution of mass on the bones. there is a girl in my class who used to go to bob jones u. - she's an art major, she took art there but left after two years - she's quite good. anyway, she seems nice and pretty normal, but i'm vaguely suspicious of her because of where she used to go to school. today we were drawing next to each other and her easel was stuck and she started swearing a blue streak. i grinned, helped her with her easel, and decided she must be all right.

after class my mother somehow talked me into going to the other bookstore so she could study, and i think we were there for about 6 hours. I looked at 20 books, maybe more. we bought some silly things, and an issue of Juxtapoz, and a 75%off "Made In China" datebook (to use the pictures in collages), and the book Poemcrazy. the Cute Boy was working again tonight & we struck up a conversation about our Swatch watches. *sigh*

I also cut out & went over to the mall and got a new bra, which I needed pretty desperately. It actually fits. I love Wacoal. I can't really flinch at spending the money... costs about the same as 3 uncomfortable bras I'll stop wearing after a few weeks. This was a BodySuede bra, meaning seamless microfiber. the girl told me it's the best bra they sell. I ran into my "intro partner" from Art History, who paints and likes Tori Amos and talks alotandreallyreallyfastbutshe'slikeniceandstuffsoit'scool? yeah.

came home, B-cat was sick while we were gone. N-cat is hanging out with me for once, and drank water out of my cupped hands earlier. strange and lovely.

a nice day... but too long.
never did eat dinner....

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I had a strange round of dreams last night... not describable, not totally, but I could swear one was a recurrence/continuation/replay-with-different-results. The problem is that I don't recall whether the first time I dreamed this dream was also last night, or some time ago, or whether I never dreamed it and it was just a false implanted memory.

I was living with my ex, and we had a group of friends, one of whom had made a deal with a "thing" (some kind of supernatural force). Every night the thing would come through the room we lived in like a train on tracks, and the friend had to offer something. Then for various reasons he stopped offering, and the thing came after me. I was getting terribe headaches as the thing passed by, and my ex was worried for me. In last night's dream, we knew that the thing would come for me after the friend defrauded it, so we started gathering and packing our stuff to leave. Also, I had written a novel which echoed the events thus far but were yet a third variation on them.

There are other aspects to this dream, but I don't remember them all. It was partly scary, and partly "gotta see what happens next". Am I going to keep having it until we find a way to beat the Thing? Why do I still dream of this particular ex all the time? It's like my subconscious is still clinging to things I don't consciously want.

I miss talking to one of my friends, who should know who she is.

ow.

my left leg hurts today. too much caffeine yesterday? too much activity? nothing is really helping it, not even meds, though the ache receded a little when I used Origins ginger salt rub in the shower just now. I'm going to put Aromafloria Muscle Soak lotion on it now and see if that helps. If it doesn't, I'll then slaughter a goat and start petitioning heathen gods I never knew existed.

Somehow I need to gather up my inner resources*** so I can go look for an old master drawing to copy next week, and pick up a few supplies I need. Everyone seems to copy the usual Leonardo or Raphael head drawing; I want to do Egon Schiele but I'm not advanced enough. I spent some quality time earlier reading How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way (yes, an alternate text for my class) and my two manga drawing books.

[Insert Deity Here] bless the soul of dearly departed old Quentin Crisp.
(non-sequitur, but I do mean it.)

***"ever to admit that you are Bored means you have no Inner Resources.
Well then, I admit I have no Inner Resources,
for I am heavy Bored."
that's a paraphrase, but it always amuses me.

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A) I have a bizarre craving for BBQ Chicken.

B) The leg which hurts is now asleep and tingly numb, adding to the irritation.

C) Several toes on my right foot refuse to crack properly.

Why did I even wake up today? *sigh*

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T says, in a message I didn't get til after I logged off,
is it the same How To Draw Comics The Marvel Way horribly narrated by stan lee and drawn by john buscema?

Yes, T., it's that How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way. It's an optional text for my drawing course, along with The Anatomy Coloring Book (which I'm going to settle in with a little later tonight).

Just watched Down To You - a sweet movie I've seen too many times. Freddie is yum. I feel so immature when I say that... like at 24 I'm still supposed to be mourning River Phoenix or to be above celeb crushes. The movie makes me wonder if anyone has ever been enchanted by the smell of my perfume or hair, and makes me remember how I used to put a small spritz of my perfume on the curtain in front of my then-boy's perpetually-open bedroom window before going away for a few days, so that he'd be haunted by my scent... at least in theory. (this will probably only make sense to the three other people over the age of 21 who have seen this particular movie.)

I feel pretty dreadful, and am in a lot of pain at the moment***, but I have to go to a Rauschenberg exhibit for school tomorrow. "Bring your sketchbooks!" says the teach. I look at the current barren state of my sketchbook and think that perhaps I will bring my "old" sketchbook that looks like someone has actually been drawing in it, rather than sheepishly presenting this semester's model.

I am going to go snuggle up with a cup of tea and my blue velvet frog and the N-cat, and divine new and spectacular ways to slack off. More pills will be involved, I'm sure, and wheat-free brownies might also enter the picture.

***pain about which, I might add, I feel really lame, since I've just been looking at Vera Little's site and thinking that I have little to complain about in the scheme of things. I mean, at least I have a foot and lower leg that can hurt. Buddhas everywhere.