well, this has been a manic little weekend, hasn't it? i been either sleeping or working, no in between really. i was supposed to go out for a 12 am dinner with a guy that i don't really like all that much and he ended up not calling me. i only got mad when at 5 am the next morning when i realized i missed dinner altogether.
i haven't got shit done. no organizing, no cleaning, no laundry, no presents, nada. after this crazy-busy semester it feels like i got a 'do nothing til next semester' pass. except that i neglected everything in my life outside of school during the past month and a half & i don't even feel like replying to anyone on here or even sitting upright when i am at home. that's pretty lazy. but, it has been nice to not think about what my concept is about shit, what color choices i will be making, if i should use rodinal chemicals or sprint and if i want to kill the annoying girl in my design class or how i am going to fit lunch or dinner into the day or how i will get this done by that time and when i will do that because i have to be somewhere else every other waking hour of the day. no deep thought about anything and definitely enough sleep. and that's it??? i love it!!! i did restrain myself last week and only told the crazy design student bitch that she talks too fucking much. i should've done that back in september. it helped immensely.
i got the coat of my dreams today.
i had something very specific in my head about what i wanted, and the other day i saw this adorable girl shopping at work, so i asked her where she got it. i went there and it was too expensive and too large, but i found something else that i liked. it was too big so i drove a ways to another store to get the smaller size, and what do i find? the original coat i wanted , in the right size, with the sales lady offering to give me 40% off because it was displayed on the wrong rack!! oh man.
that was only after i got the worst sales lady ever at the previous store, and got in a screaming match with northwest about my lost ticket voucher. i'm really fucking bummed about that because i was going to use it to go see the jason in seattle. i am almost heartbroken, i haven't seen him in a year. i hope i find it but i already tore shit apart looking for it. fuck northwest.
and then, my bestest friend just found out that the father of her 7 year old has leukemia. he's got lines going into his jugular and is starting chemo on monday for 6 days. nice christmas, eh? i think she is really worried, regardless of not being in love with him anymore. she did love him at one time and i'm sure she doesn't want her son to lose his father, even if he is across the country. i feel so sad, she's told him that his dad is sick but he doesn't really understand the severity of the situation and i think if he saw his father the way he is now, coupled with having to travel to san francisco just to see him... i think he'd be really scared. i wish i could understand things like this. especially when it involves a child losing their parent.
annnnyways... this week is going to be crazy. insane. and i don't even celebrate christmas?
dear whoever is in charge,
why couldn't i have been a practical person and gotten something , like a nursing degree, and be done with it and graduate and get a job that will definitely pay at least a living wage. instead i am going to school for art. art?!
however, i would like to thank you for making things fun. being broke is probably funner when you're happy, so i guess even though i intended to make this a complaint letter, there's really no complaint. can you just please create more money for artists?
if you don't want to i will still be a starving artist slash student forever and forever, but well, maybe just short periods of job security? ok, how about something that pays 13 dollars and hour and has a shitty 401k plan? no? well, something that supplies with me with free acetate for the rest of my life? i go through a lot of acetate.
oh alright, nevermind. my dad tells me pretty gross nurse stories and i like what i do anyways. momentary lapse of sanity. it won't happen again.
love,
inez b. flatpockets
i finally gave the aesop rock a listen. i like it.
quote from my mom : 'and i didn't hang it on no wire hanger either, cause that's what carson said.' she is finally learning about fashion related things. she refused to learn from me, but she has been a diligent student of the queer eye's. *sniff* i should probably write them a letter and thank them.
i am going to go cry now because gram is grey.
i haven't got shit done. no organizing, no cleaning, no laundry, no presents, nada. after this crazy-busy semester it feels like i got a 'do nothing til next semester' pass. except that i neglected everything in my life outside of school during the past month and a half & i don't even feel like replying to anyone on here or even sitting upright when i am at home. that's pretty lazy. but, it has been nice to not think about what my concept is about shit, what color choices i will be making, if i should use rodinal chemicals or sprint and if i want to kill the annoying girl in my design class or how i am going to fit lunch or dinner into the day or how i will get this done by that time and when i will do that because i have to be somewhere else every other waking hour of the day. no deep thought about anything and definitely enough sleep. and that's it??? i love it!!! i did restrain myself last week and only told the crazy design student bitch that she talks too fucking much. i should've done that back in september. it helped immensely.
i got the coat of my dreams today.
i had something very specific in my head about what i wanted, and the other day i saw this adorable girl shopping at work, so i asked her where she got it. i went there and it was too expensive and too large, but i found something else that i liked. it was too big so i drove a ways to another store to get the smaller size, and what do i find? the original coat i wanted , in the right size, with the sales lady offering to give me 40% off because it was displayed on the wrong rack!! oh man.
that was only after i got the worst sales lady ever at the previous store, and got in a screaming match with northwest about my lost ticket voucher. i'm really fucking bummed about that because i was going to use it to go see the jason in seattle. i am almost heartbroken, i haven't seen him in a year. i hope i find it but i already tore shit apart looking for it. fuck northwest.
and then, my bestest friend just found out that the father of her 7 year old has leukemia. he's got lines going into his jugular and is starting chemo on monday for 6 days. nice christmas, eh? i think she is really worried, regardless of not being in love with him anymore. she did love him at one time and i'm sure she doesn't want her son to lose his father, even if he is across the country. i feel so sad, she's told him that his dad is sick but he doesn't really understand the severity of the situation and i think if he saw his father the way he is now, coupled with having to travel to san francisco just to see him... i think he'd be really scared. i wish i could understand things like this. especially when it involves a child losing their parent.
annnnyways... this week is going to be crazy. insane. and i don't even celebrate christmas?
dear whoever is in charge,
why couldn't i have been a practical person and gotten something , like a nursing degree, and be done with it and graduate and get a job that will definitely pay at least a living wage. instead i am going to school for art. art?!
however, i would like to thank you for making things fun. being broke is probably funner when you're happy, so i guess even though i intended to make this a complaint letter, there's really no complaint. can you just please create more money for artists?
if you don't want to i will still be a starving artist slash student forever and forever, but well, maybe just short periods of job security? ok, how about something that pays 13 dollars and hour and has a shitty 401k plan? no? well, something that supplies with me with free acetate for the rest of my life? i go through a lot of acetate.
oh alright, nevermind. my dad tells me pretty gross nurse stories and i like what i do anyways. momentary lapse of sanity. it won't happen again.
love,
inez b. flatpockets
i finally gave the aesop rock a listen. i like it.
quote from my mom : 'and i didn't hang it on no wire hanger either, cause that's what carson said.' she is finally learning about fashion related things. she refused to learn from me, but she has been a diligent student of the queer eye's. *sniff* i should probably write them a letter and thank them.
i am going to go cry now because gram is grey.
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hehee
i think we are the only two on here.
happy holidays girl