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Everything is crumbling around me, except, I hope, the numerous lapis lazuli cabochons I'll soon be setting. The arts/technology grant I wanted to apply for has reached its deadline, and I've submitted no application. I don't have time for the project. I sent off a letter begging off from the sculpture workshop/exhibition I was to attend for the same reason.
I'm keenly disappointed.
For a different reason, but no less disheartening, I won't be attending kung fu tonight. I still feel like shit, and it's compounded by the anticipated arrival of Aunt Flo. Hi, Aunt Flo. Thanks for making me handwash another pair of undies. I really appreciate that.
I should not have taken the Imitrex. In retrospect, I don't think I was experiencing a migraine. I don't know what the hell it was, but I don't think it was migraine-related. Last month, f00 went through the same symptoms. He was confused, stupid, and experiencing strange physical sensations. He ended up with the flu. Does this mean I have a flu? I do have the sniffles a bit, but I'm not gushing out either end (Aunt Flo notwithstanding). Still, the general malaise and sensations of disassociation continue only slightly abated. At least I can look at things without being overwhelmed.
Have I mentioned I haven't been to the gym in a month? I've just been feeling too shitty, lately, between my asthma and my wobbleheadedness. Summers destroy me with their heat and humidity, and winters kill me with their intense cold. I wish it could be spring and autumn more often. Those seem to be my most productive and healthy of times.
My homework assignments have barely begun, and already I feel overwhelmed. My main studio course seems insane. Although I'm very happy to be finally given design leeway, I think my instructors may have gone overboard. Over the next three weeks, I must design, create, and finish an entire line of jewellery, including:
* one bracelet
* one cuff
* two pairs of post earrings
* three pairs of hook earrings
* five rings (all different sizes, with at least two different styles)
* five pendants (at least two different styles)
* one articulated necklace with hinge, soldered connection system, and complex clasp
* two brooches (one with purchased finding, one with handmade clasp system)
Fuckadoodledoo!
And tomorrow I begin my textiles class. If it's too much, I suspect I shall have to drop that, too. I want to do a good job on my work, damnit, not half-arsed attempts!
There. I've sent the classified ads off.
Oh shit. I also have to make another print run of my costuming books. Argh!
Well, it's back to my design book. But first, so this isn't entirely a downer of a post, here are some interesting titbits!
* Boy rescued from stuffed-animal game: "There were some tense moments Saturday afternoon at the Washington Square Piggly Wiggly when a 7-year-old boy climbed inside a stuffed-animal grabber machine and remained there for an hour."
* Botched Operation Left Him "Gay": Why do I doubt this story?
* West Africa's Cash Crop: Wee: Wee: I think that's supposed to actually read "Weed," but it's still an interesting story, even without the piss aspect.
* Crazy Japanese Hair Product Ad: Those are the most amazing mohawk 'dos, ever (thanks, Miss Wurzel Tod)!
* Armed Robber Disguises Self As Chicken: Maybe Bert isn't the only evil Sesame Street denizen.
* Codex Seraphinianus: Wow. What a gorgeous book. I'm in love....
And no, I harbour no animosity toward puppies.
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I'm keenly disappointed.
For a different reason, but no less disheartening, I won't be attending kung fu tonight. I still feel like shit, and it's compounded by the anticipated arrival of Aunt Flo. Hi, Aunt Flo. Thanks for making me handwash another pair of undies. I really appreciate that.
I should not have taken the Imitrex. In retrospect, I don't think I was experiencing a migraine. I don't know what the hell it was, but I don't think it was migraine-related. Last month, f00 went through the same symptoms. He was confused, stupid, and experiencing strange physical sensations. He ended up with the flu. Does this mean I have a flu? I do have the sniffles a bit, but I'm not gushing out either end (Aunt Flo notwithstanding). Still, the general malaise and sensations of disassociation continue only slightly abated. At least I can look at things without being overwhelmed.
Have I mentioned I haven't been to the gym in a month? I've just been feeling too shitty, lately, between my asthma and my wobbleheadedness. Summers destroy me with their heat and humidity, and winters kill me with their intense cold. I wish it could be spring and autumn more often. Those seem to be my most productive and healthy of times.
My homework assignments have barely begun, and already I feel overwhelmed. My main studio course seems insane. Although I'm very happy to be finally given design leeway, I think my instructors may have gone overboard. Over the next three weeks, I must design, create, and finish an entire line of jewellery, including:
* one bracelet
* one cuff
* two pairs of post earrings
* three pairs of hook earrings
* five rings (all different sizes, with at least two different styles)
* five pendants (at least two different styles)
* one articulated necklace with hinge, soldered connection system, and complex clasp
* two brooches (one with purchased finding, one with handmade clasp system)
Fuckadoodledoo!
And tomorrow I begin my textiles class. If it's too much, I suspect I shall have to drop that, too. I want to do a good job on my work, damnit, not half-arsed attempts!
There. I've sent the classified ads off.
Oh shit. I also have to make another print run of my costuming books. Argh!
Well, it's back to my design book. But first, so this isn't entirely a downer of a post, here are some interesting titbits!
* Boy rescued from stuffed-animal game: "There were some tense moments Saturday afternoon at the Washington Square Piggly Wiggly when a 7-year-old boy climbed inside a stuffed-animal grabber machine and remained there for an hour."
* Botched Operation Left Him "Gay": Why do I doubt this story?
* West Africa's Cash Crop: Wee: Wee: I think that's supposed to actually read "Weed," but it's still an interesting story, even without the piss aspect.
* Crazy Japanese Hair Product Ad: Those are the most amazing mohawk 'dos, ever (thanks, Miss Wurzel Tod)!
* Armed Robber Disguises Self As Chicken: Maybe Bert isn't the only evil Sesame Street denizen.
* Codex Seraphinianus: Wow. What a gorgeous book. I'm in love....
And no, I harbour no animosity toward puppies.
