Stuff `n' more stuff.

Not much to say that's...sequential. Just a lot of random stuff.

Been feeling shitty lately. Randomly violently nauseous. I think it's the meds.

Made an excellent meal tonight. I was so hungry, I couldn't even take the time to take a picture. And it was delicious. I'll have to post the recipe later.

Bought my school books today. Almost $200. I actually save another $110 by having a book already that I needed. Well, kinda saved, since I'd already spent the money on it at some point. Ha!

Starting to get my art room clean...tried to set up my old computer then realized...duh!...I don't have a keyboard for it as it was one I kept using on this comp.

Really starting to get tired of the political spam.

An exercise in frustration.

So I got my usb camera cables today. And...nothing! The computer cannot see it. So either the cable is faulty or my camera is faulty or the usb connector is faulty or the user is faulty. Which means I'm now in the market for a new camera. The one I have is 5 yrs old...and I can still use it as a camera..but I'm unable to manipulate the pics...and someday the card will fill up since I can't erase them and can only print them.

Oh, well, Hubby just checked and he can actually see what's on the card itself and pull stuff off. Coolbeans.

It's still tedious this way.

I need a new camera.

Meh.

Asleep at the Wheel

3am and short on sleep...had a lazy day playing WoW. Cooked some stew I'll post about when I get my usb cord. It was pretty good (lil too beany for me since I'm still teaching myself to like beans.)

It's been raining all day too. I love it. But it makes me sad that I don't live in a place that has more of it. The hubby opened the door a few times tonight and let the cats smell the air and feel the cold and wet. Only Elvis was brave enough (or dumb enough) to try to go out in it. I'm sure he was thinking "Damn, this is nothing. I get sprayed with the squirt bottle more than this!" Elvis is a bad cat. ><

Spent the last three hours watching L.A. Ink and planning my next next grocery shopping excursion.

Time for a drink of cold water then bed.

The Internet Saved My Life

...or just saved me numerous trips around town. I went to Radio Shack and...no camera usb cable. I'd been told to go there a few months ago by CompUSA. Radio Shack said to check the internet.

Well...DUH. *slaps forehead*

I could have saved some frustration and gas by doing that in the first place. It's actually rather funny as I've been recommending internet shopping vs real life shopping for a long time. So why the fuck didn't I think to look there first?

I guess everyone's entitled to a brain fart every now and then.

Two in the bush, or one in the hand, or lost in my head?

Found my camera. Thought I had a usb cord but its for..something else...no idea what! But at least I have my camera. And took some pics of my stew..which will get posted tomorrow. Or was it a soup? No idea what the difference is.

Doing bills before bed. I'm expecting some nightmares to be coming up :p

..and I already missed a day.

I had an unofficial agenda to post every day this year, but I didn't say it out loud, or write it down anywhere, so I guess I haven't broken any "resolutions" yet!

When I'm not working or in school, I tend to lose track of the hours. My days cycle through an odd system of being a night owl then being an early bird and then back to night owl...and so on and so on. So lately I've been getting up at 2 or 3pm, and going to bed at 5 or 6am. I feel like I've lost a lot of day, but funny enough, when I get up early and go to bed early, I feel I miss a lot of the fun going on at night.

So instead of posting before midnight, I was tanking Shadow Labs with the usual gang(WoW).

Still can't find my camera.

It's the important questions in life that boggle my mind.

This lady, Lee Redmond, has been newly updated in the Guiness Book of World Records (`06) as the person with the longest fingernails. As I look at these pics, many questions come to mind- How does she live her life with those things? Brushing her hair, eating, driving, typing...I could go on for hours thinking of things it would be difficult to do..

But...

The most burning question of all though, the one I really want answered...











How does she wipe her ass?!?!

I'll Huff and I'll Puff...

My house is falling apart. But, in an effort to look on the brighter side, I'll try to see something positive about what is going on.

Problem: My shower has no water pressure.
Silver Lining: I'm saving money on the water bill! And having to use my creative capabilities to come up with solutions for a shorter, faster shower time.

Problem: My bathroom sink has no water at all.
Silver Lining: The cats have a nice cool, dry place to sleep in summer.

Problem: We have a major termite infestation.
Silver Lining: Uhm...we're providing an ecosystem for the natives? And snacks for the cats on occasion.

Problem: Our garage door likes to fall off the track once in awhile.
Silver Lining: Keeps the awareness-of-our-surroundings skill up trying to remember to watch when we close the garage to make sure it closed all the way.

Problem: When we turn the sprinklers on, we have a pool in the front left corner of the front yard.
Silver Lining: The feral cats always have fresh water.

Half-Nekkid Sunday?

O.k., I know it's supposed to be Half-Nekkid Thursday, but I'm busy on Thursdays. I wake up, go to school, come home and and watch a little tv and go to sleep. So, in the spirit of HNT...I'm creating HNS!

I like my feet. Sometimes they swell up if I laze at the computer too long, and they get a lot of abuse from the kittens, but they're the girliest part of me...ya know..besides the girly bits. I don't do make-up, my hair is annoying, and I can't really do nails (art and typing are hell on nailpolish), so instead I pamper and accessorize my feet.

Yes, yes I did just make this up.

The second day of school...

...cuz who writes about the first day? The first day is buying books and getting info and doing lame introductions and listening to the teachers spout out the same goddamn school policies info and getting syllabi (syllabuses?) and finding places to put pieces of paper that are handed out you'll never look at again.

So the second day of school was fun. I squeezed every ounce of creativity residing in my brain out today. For the first three hours I played with Styrofoam. Yes..I just said Styrofoam. Our first assignment in 3D design is to make a sculpture using Styrofoam (which I am) or mat/poster board (which I'm not). It has to be a whole closed shape, geometric or amorphous, linked together. I think the whole class just worked on maquette's (small sculptures that are mini's of what we will be making full-sized later). Mine's pretty boring I think. We'll see.

My second class is painting 1...and I chose to do acrylics (oils was the other choice). I definitely learned today that I have a LOT to learn. Holy crap do I suck right now. It felt like I was at kindergarten level. And man...do I really need to work on my ellipses. I think I'll practice a few pages a day for awhile and see if that helps. Acrylics is fun and easier to clean up but you have to be a quick "draw" (..and I'm totally NOT) because it dries very fast. Of course, any corrections can be painted over.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll get my new HD and can start on my online Math and Anthro classes.

Myspace is da debil!

Myspace is evil.

I'm intent on draging my self out of the entrenching mire that is the past...and myspace pulls me back in. I have found so many lost friends- all people I'd never meet up if there was a reunion because I'd be ashamed.

And the worst part is I'm ashamed that I'm ashamed.

Self Improvement

"Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow Love. Where there is injury, Pardon. Where there is error, Truth. Where there is discord, Harmony. Where there is doubt, Faith. Where there is dispair, Hope. Where there is darkness, Light. Where there is sorrow, Joy." -St. Francis of Assisi

I think I have found the key to my salvation ... lists. Yes, lists! I don't know if getting older makes me forgetful, or maybe I have some kind of pre-Alzheimer condition, or my unconscious mind is leaning towards the laziness my body insists upon therefor I "conveniently" forget to do things, but, I find if I make lists I feel less stressed. Part of that stress is trying to remember everything that needs to be done, thought about, taken care of, emailed, put away, cleaned, bought, replaced, etc and worrying that I've forgotten something that I'll remember at an innapropriate time (like..to buy toilet paper when I am out after I am already sitting on the throne doing my business.) And part of that stress is knowing I forgot something but can't remember no matter how hard I try.

So now I have a notebook just for my lists- lists of chores by most important and broken down room by room, lists of potential art projects and pictures I want to do, lists of things to do to take care of me, lists of people to email or call, lists of things I keep meaning to buy but never remember until I need them. And I feel so much better. Maybe I won't get them all done, but these lists helps me free up some mental chi so I can work on the things that make me the better person St. Francis hopes I will be.

Sadness, Part 1

I haven't really wanted to talk about it...

Cricket passed over the rainbow bridge on July 29th, around 7pm, to the tune of Hotel California.

And, funny enough, her passing seems to have fueled my creative mind. Maybe because I've always tied misery to my creative process ever since needing an escape from my mother's abusive mouth. Poetry then. Art now. And writing..always writing and dreaming and making stories in my head that will probably never get written down now.

And my computer, as of last night, has decided to commit Seppuku. So, I write this on my hubby's comp and spend my other time plowing through the piles of stuff that always seem to accumulate around me...kind of like Pigpen from Peanuts, only the dirt is more solid in the form of books, old mail, snacks, and just mounds of stuff. But back to my computer... omg! Months and months of saved pics, both inspirational and planned acquisitions for potential art. Art I was working on! Tons of recipes that were emailed to me that I saved and hoped to make someday, emails now long gone. At least $100 worth of iTunes videos and music. Notes for story ideas!!! And tons of bookmarks I'll prolly never find again. NOTHING backed up. I want to weep. But I hold it in in the faint hope that I will be able to recover it. But...

"Hope for the best, plan for the worst."

More like "Not Nearly Enough"

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The things you have to do to post comments on a friends page. sheesh.