ninjagrrl

Okay, I am not dead.

Or even close.

I just have been to busy/lazy/poor to hop the bus to the school computers. We don't have internet at the house yet because squirrels ate through the cable to our house...just our house. So we can't get cable or cable internet until they fix it, which could take up to four weeks.

I apologize if any of this is badly typed. I just went to the eye doctor and my eyes are all dialatecd. Great news, it the new perscription they gave me work out then after about three weeks of using the new lenses, I can get contacts. This is super exciting, it means five-dollar sunglasses from Walmart, having my eyes uncovered, being able to wear outrageous eye makeup (the only kind I wear) and not have it covered up by the frames.

Random, but connected story.

I was waiting at the bus stop outside of Winco (grocery) and this car stops at the light, the guy inside (creepy, old) looks me over for awhile, then right as the light turns green, he says "Drop the glasses and get contacts and you'll be gorgeous." Then he drives away.

As his prediction seems to be coming true, I am glad he didn't mentrion anything about the ides of March, being as old men, creepiness, and prophesying go hand in hand.

I am printing out the hard copies to go in my art portfolio, which will resemble a vacation brocure more than a portfolio, with a CD of my art in the back, a snappy resume with my profile pic from SG on it a and big, colour prints of my work.

A friend of the house is using the basement to record his amazing music. The guy has a skill. He's working with an organ, guitar, maybe a bass, and his voice. The basement is becoming a little art studio place, it is nice.

I am creating many a run-on scentence. This is signalilng my end.

Love and cuddles to all, take care. Soon I will be back on SG as neurotically as before.

(^ ^) ng