Month: February 2007

Lindsie: I’m cold.
Dad: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I was talking to this guy one day (I don’t remember his name) and he was interesting and an artist and everything, but when we got talking about my schooling he rather vexed me. He insisted that because I had paused midway through my degree that I had “quit” repeating it even though I explained that I was taking a break. I also explained how I had finished my year quite satisfactorily, and hadn’t just stopped going in February or March when I had actually decided that I wasn’t enjoying my time at school. I don’t consider this “quitting”, more putting it on hold until I decide what I want to do next. Quitting implies something reactionary to me, that I’m frustrated and angry and never want to think about it again. But I think about going back all the time. It’s not in my immediate plan for what I’m going to do, but I do mean to go back, somewhere and finish my second degree, at least, if not do a masters in something.

But my problem is always, what to focus on, what to go back and study.

Yes. Ok. Probably art or writing.

But wouldn’t it be cool to get a masters of education, or MA in philosophy? Or dance! I could do dance! Or art history. Or theatre, if I didn’t have to hang out with theatre people…

Ahem. Good morning.

Funniest word ever!

Queue!

Hmm… Maybe we all had to be in my head at the same time for it to actually be funny….

You know those weeks where you don’t want to talk to anyone and you don’t want anyone to talk to you? I’m sortof having one of those weeks. Only sortof though. And at least I’m getting enough sleep. The problem there is just that I’m going to bed late, so I’m waking up late and I don’t feel as productive when I start the day at 11 as when I start it around 9 or 9:30.

Shopping List:
1)bras (dear lord, do I need new bras)
2)duvet (I think mine is broken)
3)white out tape (in bulk, hopefully)
4)tofu

As predicted, ballet made me feel better….

(I didn’t predict it here, it was just in my head.)

…although now I’m quite pooped.

Multiple Choice:

a) cute
b) cunning
c) evil

I read some earlier bits of my novel. Not as frustrated now, but still. And they aren’t earlier drafts, they are from earlier in the timeline. I tidied some of those bits up real nice. But it’s still like reading diamonds in a big pile of garbage. Not even diamonds. More like clean bits of food.

Just plum grumpy today. I got up at noon (by accident! I didn’t mean to sleep in so long) and then was tired again at 4.

Good news AND bad news is that I have a week off of work. Did I talk about my zine-on-the-go? It’s called “Talking About People” and it’s almost done being drawn. Then my other zine-on-the-go (because there can never be enough of them, although right now I only have two) is “Tiny String #5: Josephine/Josepine and the [yet to be titled story]”. I don’t have Josephine’s permission because I don’t know where Josephine is. Ethics maybe? Maybe later? Yes. Hardly doing it for revenge, more reflection of an interesting person I have known.

PLUM GRUMPY

I just learned how to print from Photoshop. It was BOTH easy and complicated. I also sticky-noted the pages I will photocopy from the “Export” section becuase I don’t think I need to try it out until I actually need to export something. ? I’ve PCopyed maybe 1/4 of the book? maybe 1/6 because it’s hard to tell because the PCopies are one sided. (Literally. They are only biased in that they reflect the things that I don’t know about. Am I getting too deep with this? Probably.)

My novel has given me a headache. There are too many stupid things in it right now; I am leaping to the loveydovey crap scenes and forgetting the context. Nevermind. I have a headache from thinking about it. Or from the detergent I used to clean the bathroom. Either or! Been watching too much HYD. No time to clean the bathroom; influencing my mind to do only loveydovey scenes. rrRRRg.

The good news is, though, that Susan wasn’t shot!

Stories about Paw.

One.
Paw is making maple syrup. Yes he is. Yes he is. Oh yeah? Well then why does it smell like maple syrup in the carport?

Two.
Paw has a unique way of saying “Bless you” or “Guzzunteit” when someone sneezes. He says “Be quiet!”

My oatmeal doesn’t taste right this morning. The oatmeal:water:soymilk ratio is off, I think. I’ll probably live.

I started making a zine last night at work (I mean: shh). Very pen and paper based. (Opposed to text printed off the computer and glued in place and then re-glued to make it all fit, etc). I did three or four pages. Stupid phone kept inturrupting my work (joke! joke!)

I’m emailing with Rita again! Happy! Happy!
I’m MSNing with Susan right now!

Do you ever do that thing just before you brush your teeth where you present your tube of toothpaste to the mirror, with the label pleasantly displayed, with a big toothy grin on your face?

No. Me neither…

Things that are pleasing to me right now: me, ballet class, tofu and rice for lunch, writing, job.

Things that are not pleasing to me right now: dirty bathroom, big pile of clothes in my room, staying up late watching telly (“it’s all on tape! I could watch it in the morning!”)