I'm waiting for my drafting table to arrive. I'm so fucking excited. A place to work!!!! YAAAAAY!!!!!!!! I'm glancing out the window every few seconds waiting for Mr. Fedex, and am contemplating making him cookies and lemonade. (It's hot out there!) Bonus: I found the Netflix movie I was missing. Now I can send it in and get "The Brain from Planet Arous." Summertime is all about the old crappy B movies in the afternoons.
...and the like. I love Pulp Art. It's always bold and strong and colorful. You can almost hear it.
I'm also all worked up to see the new Pirates movie. The squid monster guy is so fucking rad. I feel like a good little girl waiting for Santa in all aspects of life right now. What's with this high-on-life stuff? Four days now, it's been good. Money: check. Friends: haven't talked to them but I knw they're there, so, check. Plans: check. Creativity: check. Sex: check. Will to live: check. Hooray.
I thought I had to babysit tonight but NOPE! Which means I have some time I HAVE to be out of the house, which means I can do all the stuff I've been meaning to do. Get a haircut, go to the gym, go o the Art Store for new arty goodies, and somewhere in there, I want sushi. California rolls sound sooooo good right now.
alpo:
Them is awesome. I think it was a big influence on Aliens.