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[27 Dec 2009|10:59pm] |
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Wow, my journal entries are kind of boring. I want to try and find a way to liven them up a bit. I've just never been good at keeping journals or diaries, unless they're of the dream kind. I'm gonna try something later. And by later, I probably mean in a few weeks. I get distracted very easily; combine that with my procrastination and I never get anything done.
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[09 Dec 2009|08:55pm] |
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Holy Crapamolies! It's been a while. I've been busy actually practicing my art and feeling more confident about it. Oh, and going out with friends. Not all the time, usually on the weekends. But for me, that is a fucking huge social improvement.
This weekend I'm going on a vacation to Corpus Christi with my friends! Woohoo! I've never had an actual vacation. My family has, but I usually end up staying home taking care of the animals. Although, I love having the house to myself. Naked time, all the time.
Anyhoozle, I'm still trying to figure out if I want to go back to school for a degree is music or art (and if so, which fucking one), or if I want to continue my spastic art/stories/music creative brain explosion that seems to be going on right now and possibly selling my shit.
Recently I went to something called the Houston Art Crawl, where for one day a bunch of artists open up their studios for people to visit and get a sense of "the current art scene". I was worried it would make me feeling even shittier about my art, but in fact it had a positive influence. That night I was reminded that anything and everything is art. LIVE IT, BITCHES!
I am worried that I'm stretching myself too thin, though. There's just not enough time for me to devote to any one thing to improve my abilities. I'm trying to focus an art right now, but I keep having different stories nibbling at my head. I just don't feel like it's the right time to write, but I'm worried if I don't, I won't have the drive to write later when I have more inspiration. And by music I mostly mean writing songs, but also practicing my pitiful piano skils and practicing reading and writing music.
Meh. And there is no hope of getting a full-time job at the library for at least a year and a half because we are on a job freeze right now, which is real shitty because we are so damn short staffed. I love my job, but I don't want to live with my parents forever and my "stuff" isn't marketable material right now, I feel.
Who knows.
The minky momo is an attitude, the minky momo is a mellow mood!
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[11 Nov 2009|07:42pm] |
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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
Hah, I can hear the crickets chirping already.
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[24 Oct 2009|11:18am] |
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I'm going as Daria from the MTV show Daria for Halloween. I don't believe I mentioned that before. I have the boots, skirt, and orange t-shirt (that says something Halloween-y on it), and now all I need is the green jacket. Not that easy. And I'm very picky when it comes to clothes. Not fashionable, just picky.
I fell down the stairs Thursday night after work. Well, tripped over my lil brother's shoes and fell down the stairs is more accurate. Now my knee is all jacked up and I have to go to a club for my friend's birthday tonight. I'm a horrible dancer to begin with, but throw in a gimp leg and I'M OUT!
Having a social life is hard. A month ago all I did was go home after work, change into comfy clothes, and either pop in a movie, surf the net, or read a book. Now, I'm going to concerts, Kemah, and clubs. I like my friends and don't want to lose touch with them (like most people in my life because I'm such a horrible unsocial person), but why can't we just hang out at someone's house? Chill and lax and all that jazz?
I'm going to attempt such a thing this coming week. I checked out the show Moonlight again from the library and am going to try to convince my peeps to chill with my somewhere and watch it. I've seen it, and fucking love it, and they like the Twilight movie (I thought it was ok, and most people have heard my rant about the books), so I think they'll like this.
On the plus side of going out so much, I might meet someone. And there might be relations. Of a sexual nature. Possibly. Maybe. I'm kind of shy, quiet, and very awkward. Even if someone were attracted to me, as soon as I open my mouth and make a) an anime/book/some other dorky fandom reference, b) a sex joke [for some reason they are shocked and appalled that this tiny little girl makes sex jokes], or c) tell them about how I carry a knife in my purse and have a concealed handgun license, they claim they have to go to the bathroom and I never see them again.
Little do they know how low-maintanence I am. Srsly. I don't expect gifts all the time, nag to go out (because I also hate going out), make a big deal about my birthday (I usually forget until a couple days beforehand), expect them to meet and play nice with my parents (if you can't take jokes about your tiny dick, don't come over for dinner), have the need to go out on double, triple, or whatever dates with friends, and I don't give a damn what you watch on TV. I may not like sports, but if I've got a book, I'm good.
The only thing I can think that would be a turn off for most guys is that I am, er, not sexually active at this time. I would like to be, but only once I feel I can trust that person. And if you cheat on me, even one time, that's it. There are no second chances with that shit. Sure it'll hurt my feeling, but I'm more worried about what kind of diseases that nasty ho (and any other ho you can't keep your penis out of) has given you. I'm germophobic, don't make me sanitize your privates.
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| 69 Eyes Concert |
[12 Oct 2009|11:47am] |
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Went to the 69 Eyes concert last night. It was cool. That was my second concert ever. There weren't a whole lot of people, and the word is that's because Alice Cooper was in town. All the usual crowds saved their money for that concert instead.
Which is ashame, because the bands were pretty cool. The Becoming and Dommin were openers as well as some other band that wasn't that great and whose lead singer was a little creepy. I'm sure that's what he was going for, but humping the mic stand was a little excessive.
It wasn't real crowded or crazy; everyone was laid back and just hanging out, having a good time. My friends and I took pictures with the guitarist and the lead singer of The Becoming. They were both real cool, hanging out with fans and chilling. We talked with the lead singer, Caleb, several times throughout the evening. And now my friend Stacy has found her baby daddy.
If you see pictures of him, just know they don't do him justice. He's even better looking in person.
I'll put some pics up later. I looked awesome! It was the first time I wore a skirt since 8th grade. And I had some kick ass boots! And a corset! Then I fell down on the concrete on the way back to the car. Now I'm all bruised, but I guess no night is complete without a scar or two.
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