I finished my wicked witch of the west book. It was depressing as hell. I mean, we all know, she HAS to die. She's the villain. But she didn't start that way. At one point she was an anarchist rebel fighting for a noble cause. Risking her life for good causes. Then all hell breaks loose. Man, you know she had to die, but they made it so bad. Over all it was a good book, but unless i'm missing something big, and i really do think a thing or two may have escaped me, the ending was half-assed. I don't regret having read it. It was fascinating seeing the witch be passionate, sensual, and as a young girl.
And that concludes my book review of the day.
I think my creative endeavours may steer slightly away from books for a week or so. I'm getting bored of it. See, though... that's how i am. I get so deeply entrenched in something, one thing, one hobby, for month-or-two intervals. My last thing was sewing. I went NUTS with my needle and thread for a month and a half about. i was well into it when i joined SG, because, as i'm noticing it's still in my "Into:" category. And i'm still into "Sewing (and lots of it)" but a lot less than a lot now. I think my new thing is going to be a collage project. My roomies and i a couple days ago went dumpster diving for magazines (book stores throw out their old mags on mondays!!!!!! Tell the world!!!!!! And i never use this many exclamation points!!!!!!!!) and i got a whole lotta collage material. I was thinking of making them for decoration in the new place, maybe make construction-paper frames.
Today i was reading some fitness magazines at work. You know, i really would like to be healthy. I really would like to know how it feels to finish a marathon. It's totally, totally true. I've thought about it many times, but it's so bizarre. These people are mad. These people are sick and obsessed, some of them. I have NO routine, NO motovation and NO discipline. I couldn't even tell you an average time i roll out of bed. Just couldn't. It's sad, i think. I want some pattern, and i have none. Work doesn't count, because it's a big one, and pretty much the only one. And even then, i go in at allllll sorts of crazy hours. One, two, three hours early, sometimes i close 15 minutes early (don't tell), i open the store sometimes at 4am. I think the reason i always feel like i'm spinning my wheels and floundering is because i have nothing to grasp on to. No "cup of coffee at 9am, watch news, have breakfast, blahblahblah" (not that that's exactly what i want right now). I feel like i have no control.
You know i've been journalizing (paper and intertron) since '98, and the reason it's been so good to me is because a) i USED to have reeeally bad handwriting, b) gave me someone to talk to, someplace to blow up when i was pissed at the world, and c) you really do figure things out as you go. I mean, all you really have to do it re-read your stuff objectively, and there you are.
I love writing.
and drawing
and change
and clean slates.
And that concludes my book review of the day.
I think my creative endeavours may steer slightly away from books for a week or so. I'm getting bored of it. See, though... that's how i am. I get so deeply entrenched in something, one thing, one hobby, for month-or-two intervals. My last thing was sewing. I went NUTS with my needle and thread for a month and a half about. i was well into it when i joined SG, because, as i'm noticing it's still in my "Into:" category. And i'm still into "Sewing (and lots of it)" but a lot less than a lot now. I think my new thing is going to be a collage project. My roomies and i a couple days ago went dumpster diving for magazines (book stores throw out their old mags on mondays!!!!!! Tell the world!!!!!! And i never use this many exclamation points!!!!!!!!) and i got a whole lotta collage material. I was thinking of making them for decoration in the new place, maybe make construction-paper frames.
Today i was reading some fitness magazines at work. You know, i really would like to be healthy. I really would like to know how it feels to finish a marathon. It's totally, totally true. I've thought about it many times, but it's so bizarre. These people are mad. These people are sick and obsessed, some of them. I have NO routine, NO motovation and NO discipline. I couldn't even tell you an average time i roll out of bed. Just couldn't. It's sad, i think. I want some pattern, and i have none. Work doesn't count, because it's a big one, and pretty much the only one. And even then, i go in at allllll sorts of crazy hours. One, two, three hours early, sometimes i close 15 minutes early (don't tell), i open the store sometimes at 4am. I think the reason i always feel like i'm spinning my wheels and floundering is because i have nothing to grasp on to. No "cup of coffee at 9am, watch news, have breakfast, blahblahblah" (not that that's exactly what i want right now). I feel like i have no control.
You know i've been journalizing (paper and intertron) since '98, and the reason it's been so good to me is because a) i USED to have reeeally bad handwriting, b) gave me someone to talk to, someplace to blow up when i was pissed at the world, and c) you really do figure things out as you go. I mean, all you really have to do it re-read your stuff objectively, and there you are.
I love writing.
and drawing
and change
and clean slates.
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yeah, thats right, i did......