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Dec. 2nd, 2001
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Dec. 2nd, 2001 09:17 amOops, I'm still awake. *&$%!!
I have to admit, I didn't get that much done tonight. Which is unfortunate. I might be changing my major again. This procrastination may very well be a subconscious block. If I'm this resistant to actually finishing all the artwork I owe... eh, it just doesn't bode well. Meanwhile my A+ writing project spilled out of my fingers, seven pages in like 2 nights. Plenty of problems though... and I had decided on the plot and done the research ages ago. and the whole reason I put myself through all this school trauma, desires to be a renaissance bitch aside, is so that I could have a career where I would make money, because we all know that graphic designers make money and novelists usually do not.
So what sucked me in was "just a few minutes" to organize my cds. I don't know if I mentioned it, but I bought a couple of 200-cd binders last week, and have been filling them slowly. Since they only hold 100-150 with booklets included, I'll probably need at least three of them (I have two). I ended up filling and arranging... well, a lot. More than I meant to, more than I should have, etc. There's still space left in both books, but not much. But the idea is to make my 400-ish collection take up a foot or so of shelf space rather than like three square feet of floor space. This solution seems like it may actually work. (Then I can be a DJ!. Not. I used to want to try DJing, but I was never in a position where I actually got to try it out.)
I've also been browsing some journals on LJ tonight, places I haven't checked in a couple of months, and man... talk about annoying. People I usually avoid. Morbid curiousity. You know the type. Total opposites of each other, but each totally strident and irritating and self-important. I don't miss my youthful strident days one little bit. I guess my self-important days will continue until I don't feel like saying shit like this.
I have to admit, I didn't get that much done tonight. Which is unfortunate. I might be changing my major again. This procrastination may very well be a subconscious block. If I'm this resistant to actually finishing all the artwork I owe... eh, it just doesn't bode well. Meanwhile my A+ writing project spilled out of my fingers, seven pages in like 2 nights. Plenty of problems though... and I had decided on the plot and done the research ages ago. and the whole reason I put myself through all this school trauma, desires to be a renaissance bitch aside, is so that I could have a career where I would make money, because we all know that graphic designers make money and novelists usually do not.
So what sucked me in was "just a few minutes" to organize my cds. I don't know if I mentioned it, but I bought a couple of 200-cd binders last week, and have been filling them slowly. Since they only hold 100-150 with booklets included, I'll probably need at least three of them (I have two). I ended up filling and arranging... well, a lot. More than I meant to, more than I should have, etc. There's still space left in both books, but not much. But the idea is to make my 400-ish collection take up a foot or so of shelf space rather than like three square feet of floor space. This solution seems like it may actually work. (Then I can be a DJ!. Not. I used to want to try DJing, but I was never in a position where I actually got to try it out.)
I've also been browsing some journals on LJ tonight, places I haven't checked in a couple of months, and man... talk about annoying. People I usually avoid. Morbid curiousity. You know the type. Total opposites of each other, but each totally strident and irritating and self-important. I don't miss my youthful strident days one little bit. I guess my self-important days will continue until I don't feel like saying shit like this.
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Dec. 2nd, 2001 05:15 pmMy sandals, my house shoes, are falling apart, leaving little chunks of their rubber soles everywhere. Sometimes I think the chunks are especially disgusting dead bugs, but then I take a closer look (what was that I said about morbid curiousity?) and I see that it's just my babies falling apart.
They are leather things from Target with a cork sole and molded footbed. Very comfortable. Sort of like Birkenstocks, except not as ugly, and they fit my screwed-up feet better. *sniff* What will I do when they fall off my feet? Target didn't have anything like them this past summer and that doesn't bode well for the future.
They are leather things from Target with a cork sole and molded footbed. Very comfortable. Sort of like Birkenstocks, except not as ugly, and they fit my screwed-up feet better. *sniff* What will I do when they fall off my feet? Target didn't have anything like them this past summer and that doesn't bode well for the future.
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Dec. 2nd, 2001 07:49 pmWhy doesn't anyone just sell a yoga strap? they only seem to come in kits.
I think I got ditched by the study group today. Of course, it is my own fault. I know how to work a phone. But I think I'll get more done at home alone anyway because I won't have to pack up my stuff and get ready and go to someone else's house and blah blah blah.
I need to get my house to the condition where I am allowed to have study group here. Yeah.
Meanwhile, I'm drinking hot cocoa. It usually keeps me up, but at the moment I need the wakey-wakey, cos I almost fell asleep in the other room, petting my cat. I curled up close to him and next thing I knew a half-hour had passed.
The Wizard of Oz is a creepy, annoying movie. There are parts I like, but overall... *shudder*
I think I got ditched by the study group today. Of course, it is my own fault. I know how to work a phone. But I think I'll get more done at home alone anyway because I won't have to pack up my stuff and get ready and go to someone else's house and blah blah blah.
I need to get my house to the condition where I am allowed to have study group here. Yeah.
Meanwhile, I'm drinking hot cocoa. It usually keeps me up, but at the moment I need the wakey-wakey, cos I almost fell asleep in the other room, petting my cat. I curled up close to him and next thing I knew a half-hour had passed.
The Wizard of Oz is a creepy, annoying movie. There are parts I like, but overall... *shudder*
total eclipse of the smarts
Dec. 2nd, 2001 10:19 pmFuck fuckitty fucky fuck.
I hurt a lot and I'm really tired.
Feels like a miniature relapse.
NO! Just ten more days of relative health!
Just a few more hours, tonight, of functional working time!
PLEASE!
Meanwhile, I have propped my eyelids open with toothpicks and am crosshatching away. Tenacity is my middle name.
X-Files was actually kind of interesting tonight... if still a pastiche of like 3 superior earlier episodes.
Andromeda featured a guest appearance from SPIKE - James Marsters - yum. Spike is my husband. James is sexy even when he's not trying to channel David Bowie. It's on again at midnight and I'll tape it. I am a sad little git. Where's my punk rock man? (and, more importantly: would I actually want one?)
I hurt a lot and I'm really tired.
Feels like a miniature relapse.
NO! Just ten more days of relative health!
Just a few more hours, tonight, of functional working time!
PLEASE!
Meanwhile, I have propped my eyelids open with toothpicks and am crosshatching away. Tenacity is my middle name.
X-Files was actually kind of interesting tonight... if still a pastiche of like 3 superior earlier episodes.
Andromeda featured a guest appearance from SPIKE - James Marsters - yum. Spike is my husband. James is sexy even when he's not trying to channel David Bowie. It's on again at midnight and I'll tape it. I am a sad little git. Where's my punk rock man? (and, more importantly: would I actually want one?)