Stuff and I HATE EVERYTHING.
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obliviousally_ljI'm pretty sure I'm PMSing. I flipped out and got pissed because I put too much milk in the eggs last night so the omelette I was making promptly fell amart from being too fluffy. Then I got pissed cause Firefox froze. Aaaugh.
I just want to lay around in bed and play Pokemon and hibernate. We have barely any food (okay, we have another turkey, but....TURKEY. :P) and nothing to drink but water (which has been renamed to 'sewer juice').
I'm pissed cause we have NO money. TJ just went to work with the last dollar and change we have to our names. I don't know how we're both getting to work next week and payday isn't until the 10th. And $65 of that money is already gone because of the cell phone bill. I've been trying to go out of Labor Ready, but there's been no success there. At all.
I got my acceptance letter from UA yesterday. Not like it's hard to get accepted to ANY college around here. It makes me nervous and a little scared. Because part of me is ready for college, but part of me isn't. I have so many things that I just can't drop by Janurary. And I hope to god they don't want to see a portfolio for anything because then I'm going to say 'fuck it all' and not even bother. Because my crappy doodles ARE NOT college material. I have no diversity and I only do, like, one kind of art. And sure, I can use most computer paint programs, but that means shit when I'm just doodling crappy furry people in stagnant, standing poses over and over again. I can't do realism, I can't do people, I can't do anything other than the cartoony/anime style I work in and that's probably all I'll ever be able to do.
I haven't even drawn anything since, like, I started working at Suncoast. Don't get me wrong, I've TRIED, but my creativity and motivation has been drained away. I mean, I know part of that is because it's winter. I always get like this during the winter. But GEEZE. I'm usually about to doodle something. But nope, nothing. And I have no urge to, either. I don't even want to scan up commission progress or start coloring art trades. I haven't contacted either of the people commissioning me in over a month (which I do apologize about). I'm a shitty artist right now. I hate it.
I think I'm going to go to sleep. There's cages I should be cleaning but I have all day to do that.
Edit, more ranting...
How does one manage to eat THREE JARS OF PEANUT BUTTER IN A WEEK? Cause that's what that fat, disgusting sea hag managed to do. We were beought a food basket a few days before Thanksgiving (which is why we have two turkeys) and there were three jars of peabut butter in it. Rock, me and TJ say, as were were pretty much out and we can eat peanut butter and jelly sammiches until our eyes explode. So we figured, even if we're low on food before payday, we'll have peanut butter. So I get up yesterday and I'm fiending for some peanut butter toast. I open up the supboard to find a pretty much empty jar of peanut butter. Okay, I say, there was an empty jar on Thanksgiving, maybe the hag used it for something. But I think back and there's nothing that could have been made with peanut butter. TJ suggested peanut butter cookies. I tell her no, because I would have smelled them. She agrees. I hunt around some more and find our original pretty much empty jar of peanut butter and another empty jar of peanut butter. That's two jars so far that we never even opened. The third is still missing in action. And what's worse is that all the bread in the house is ours, we've been eating it pretty regurarly and there hasn't been any suspiciously missing. Which means that that fat fucking bitch has just been eating the peanut butter out of the jar.
She's been doing the same with the cool whip, too.
And then, she washed dishes the other day. And, apparently, her way of washing dishes consists of washing them, leaving the nasty, food-filled water sit in the sink, and then wash the next batch IN THE SAME DISGUSTING WATER. Fucking gross. No, I don't wash dishes regurarly. I wash/soak my pans and crap that I cook with, but I barely wash dishes. I'm either too busy with work or, I've been fucking sick for the last two weeks. Fat bitch works for a grand total of 3 hours a day (THAT SHE'S PAID FOR) and runs the gas out in our car. And then puts, like, $2 in it and thinks that's enough. I wish she would die.
I just want to lay around in bed and play Pokemon and hibernate. We have barely any food (okay, we have another turkey, but....TURKEY. :P) and nothing to drink but water (which has been renamed to 'sewer juice').
I'm pissed cause we have NO money. TJ just went to work with the last dollar and change we have to our names. I don't know how we're both getting to work next week and payday isn't until the 10th. And $65 of that money is already gone because of the cell phone bill. I've been trying to go out of Labor Ready, but there's been no success there. At all.
I got my acceptance letter from UA yesterday. Not like it's hard to get accepted to ANY college around here. It makes me nervous and a little scared. Because part of me is ready for college, but part of me isn't. I have so many things that I just can't drop by Janurary. And I hope to god they don't want to see a portfolio for anything because then I'm going to say 'fuck it all' and not even bother. Because my crappy doodles ARE NOT college material. I have no diversity and I only do, like, one kind of art. And sure, I can use most computer paint programs, but that means shit when I'm just doodling crappy furry people in stagnant, standing poses over and over again. I can't do realism, I can't do people, I can't do anything other than the cartoony/anime style I work in and that's probably all I'll ever be able to do.
I haven't even drawn anything since, like, I started working at Suncoast. Don't get me wrong, I've TRIED, but my creativity and motivation has been drained away. I mean, I know part of that is because it's winter. I always get like this during the winter. But GEEZE. I'm usually about to doodle something. But nope, nothing. And I have no urge to, either. I don't even want to scan up commission progress or start coloring art trades. I haven't contacted either of the people commissioning me in over a month (which I do apologize about). I'm a shitty artist right now. I hate it.
I think I'm going to go to sleep. There's cages I should be cleaning but I have all day to do that.
Edit, more ranting...
How does one manage to eat THREE JARS OF PEANUT BUTTER IN A WEEK? Cause that's what that fat, disgusting sea hag managed to do. We were beought a food basket a few days before Thanksgiving (which is why we have two turkeys) and there were three jars of peabut butter in it. Rock, me and TJ say, as were were pretty much out and we can eat peanut butter and jelly sammiches until our eyes explode. So we figured, even if we're low on food before payday, we'll have peanut butter. So I get up yesterday and I'm fiending for some peanut butter toast. I open up the supboard to find a pretty much empty jar of peanut butter. Okay, I say, there was an empty jar on Thanksgiving, maybe the hag used it for something. But I think back and there's nothing that could have been made with peanut butter. TJ suggested peanut butter cookies. I tell her no, because I would have smelled them. She agrees. I hunt around some more and find our original pretty much empty jar of peanut butter and another empty jar of peanut butter. That's two jars so far that we never even opened. The third is still missing in action. And what's worse is that all the bread in the house is ours, we've been eating it pretty regurarly and there hasn't been any suspiciously missing. Which means that that fat fucking bitch has just been eating the peanut butter out of the jar.
She's been doing the same with the cool whip, too.
And then, she washed dishes the other day. And, apparently, her way of washing dishes consists of washing them, leaving the nasty, food-filled water sit in the sink, and then wash the next batch IN THE SAME DISGUSTING WATER. Fucking gross. No, I don't wash dishes regurarly. I wash/soak my pans and crap that I cook with, but I barely wash dishes. I'm either too busy with work or, I've been fucking sick for the last two weeks. Fat bitch works for a grand total of 3 hours a day (THAT SHE'S PAID FOR) and runs the gas out in our car. And then puts, like, $2 in it and thinks that's enough. I wish she would die.
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Date: 2004-12-03 03:34 pm (UTC)and i so know the college anxiety :o
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Date: 2004-12-03 04:15 pm (UTC)I think I'm freaking out because I want to go into art, but I really want to do stuff like illustration and game art/design. And regualar colleges don't offer that nifty stuff, so I'm prefidcting that I'm going to suffer through 4 years of forced life drawing and crap.
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Date: 2004-12-03 04:33 pm (UTC)Yeah, i was looking through the art classes at AU~ but i didn't see anything that didn't require "Art History 1 & 2" before you take it. So regardless of what your major is~ you're going to have your first semester being boring, stupid classes you'll want to shoot yourself aorund the 10th week.
BUT, if you haven't signed up yet, you may be able to look into Stark State! [so i've heard, i don't know this for sure] but they don't make you take a ton of extra courses to get your degree~ [like i have to take business, accounting, english, public speaking, and some black empowerment class, even though i'm not black @_@;;;;] So if i get to sick of this i'm gonna transfer after next semester :B