Some Sketches and some other stuff…
I scanned in some stuff from my sketchbook today, because I was bored and figured as an art student I should probably put some form of art on here. Anyway work is boring. Though I thought of Bill today when a really pretty guy came in, he was wandering about on crutches. He may have exploded the scanner, Bill, that’s how pretty. I need to start doing some of my paintings for class, but have a decided lack of dedication to them. This is perhaps due to my hatred of oil painting and of abstract painting. Who would have thought?
Rant: I hate the tall patron with the big, leather coat and stupid little hat. He is an ass. Do not wave at me from across the library because you are a moron and don’t know how to turn on a computer. Be polite, walk up to the desk and tell me that you are too stupid to turn on a computer. Common courtesy, learn and use it. Actually how about I start ignoring you, because you are a moron and I am smart. I’m not usually condescending, but really there are some people than I am just better than. Stupid hat guy, you are one of those people. End Rant.
Bridzilla Businessmen, Aughra, and the common cold
I thought my immune system was rock solid, no germ could penetrate it…how foolish to think that working in libraries for seven years would make me untouchable. I have been over taken by the common cold and I loath it with all my being. It all started on Thursday while at work. It was an average day, patrons coming and going, a few annoying teenagers, and a crazy, rambling woman who looked like Aughra.
Close resemblance to library patron
Though this is an obvious highlight (though a somewhat terrifying one) to the day, all was not made of sunshine and Dark Crystal muppet look a likes. As the day progressed my throat began to feel somewhat scratchy and I was developing a headache. Things that were usually slightly annoying now became intolerable (giggling girls) and so I sat on the floor behind the desk putting GST stickers on books allowing dear Ben to take care of all the patron’s extraneous internet needs. When I finally got home I passed out only to feel even worse the next morning. I attempted to remain immobile for the day, but the unfortunate reality of my life is that when I’m not at work or class I need to run errands. Hence I went to the Farmers market, Service Repro., the mall, and pet supplies plus while all I really wanted to do was lay back and let someone take care of me. Another annoyance if you are a single person who doesn’t live with their parents you are required to take care of your own sick self, no one to make you soup or tea, but yourself. Very unfair.
This morning I woke up to a pile of dirty dishes in my sink. They were there yesterday, but I was so absorbed in my misery that I didn’t pay them any particular attention. I feel better today, making my more coherent self take notice and be disgusted by the food particles clinging to the plates in the sink, but still to exhausted to bother doing them. I’m also at work all day, a nice 8-hour shift to make me feel just chipper about my fifty-million snot rags littering the waste bin. I could have called in sick, but I cannot afford it and I’m functional enough to sit at a desk and print off papers for our Internet People. How can one person have this much snot in them? Seriously, I think I’m just sneezing out my brains or something, because it doesn’t stop.
Today just got lovelier when I had a arrogant businessman come in wanting to fax an exhorbant amount of pages. I tried to get him to go to Kinkos “I don’t have time,” I tried to tell him I needed to clear it with my supervisor, “I don’t have time I’m going to go pay with my credit card” and I was too tired to put up a decent fight. Thus I am faxing 74 pages of bridal registrations. Screw you Bridal Expo.
I’m a Deer Caught in Headlights with Sand on My Knees
It has come to my attention (mostly through self doubt) that I have failed at this blog. Rereading through past entries I’ve become aware of my lack of articulation, my failing social life, and my extreme awkwardness. I have the horrible tendency to complain (hey I’m going it now) I want my stalkers (yes I’m talking to you, Marisa) to be fully entertained while reading. I have tried to compensate for my tedious musing by posting short videos that have brought me out of feeling of ennui in the past (Muppets are always good for this). In order to start fresh I will give you a vague recounting of my past weekend.
For the first time in two years someone actually asked me out, but pretty sure I botched that up with my great impression of a Deer caught in Headlights. I blame my very awkward and nervous reaction to my horrible lack of good experience with men. The first guy to ask me out (I said yes) proceeded to sort of stalk me for a few weeks after he had called off our supposed movie date. I eventually had to yell at him to leave me alone when he started showing up at my work everyday and calling my house at least 10 times a day. After calling it off I was informed that he had stalked his ex-fiancee (didn’t even know he had one) and was not exactly a good guy. The second “Date” I went on was with my ex who I had to drive to the restaurant (he didn’t have a car) and proceeded to answer his phone several times and flirt with the waitress. Thus my utter awkwardness is slightly understandable.
In other social life news I did manage to go out to a bar the other night with Bill and Deanna, a most enjoyable occasion. At the end of the night our driver became too intoxicated to drive us ladies home and I couldn’t stay longer or the smoke would destroy me, so we enlisted the aide of Sven. Sven picked us up across the street from the Meanwhile, causing us to get soaked in our mad dash across the street. After a slight confusion involving directions to my apartment he dropped me off at the end of my street (can’t get in there with all the construction). While making my tipsy jog across the construction site I ended up stepping in a pile of wet sand, losing a sandal to it’s caliginous depths. When I went to retrieve my lost comrade I ended up losing the other one and when all was said and done came out with two wet, sand covered flip flops and dirty knees on my favorite pair of jeans. I’m a little annoyed about my jeans being dirty now, but in my inebriated state it was quite amusing.
I hate Sara Palin and she hates the Polar Bear
I really do hate Sara Palin, she stands for everything I hate. McCain picked her to be his vice in order to ensure the ‘woman’s vote’, but she is the anti Rosie the Riveter. Palin is pro-life, okay I could respect that, except she believes that even if a woman is raped, that woman should keep a child resulting from it. What the fuck? She wants to drill oil from a wildlife reserve and doesn’t want the polar bear on the endangered species list because it would prevent her from drilling. She believes she can’t take care of five kids while running a country, sorry lady but you can’t unless you plan on either being a shitty president or a shitty mom. THe signs should read ‘Hockey moms for a moron!”. Okay rant done.
Drunks dragging metal poles and She-Males of the 21st century!
The people you see out and about at one am are the most interesting of people. While Elise and I were walking Deanna (preventing her from being raped) we notice a strange fellow. He was most likely drunk and looked to be late teens/early twenties. Being drunk is not unusual at this age, but dragged a long metal pole around is. It scraped its way along behind our inebriated friend, giving a very eerie, oh my god we’re going to be murdered feel. As I have survived to write this we were obviously not murdered. No we made it to Deanna’s and back fine and dandy (Elise clutching the pepper spray the whole way). We passed a bunch of teenagers and I debated sending them over to the party down the street from us (a D-bag lives there, but his roommates are nice) but refrained.
Speaking of interesting people, how about he-shes? There are two roaming about Kendall right now, though I think we determined at least one is male. A few of us sat debating the gender for a while and the conversation went as such.
“It’s a dude. It has facial hair.”
“Facial hair doesn’t equal a guy. Plus it has boobs.”
“All fat people have boobs, even guys.”
“It only has one earring so it’s a man.”
“I only had one earring for a while and I’m a woman.”
This continued for awhile until Deanna got up and went to talk to ‘it’. She claims its a guy, but she determined this upon facial hair. The other ‘it’ is a skinny individual who wears tight girl pants and form fitting plaid jacket that goes to mid-thigh. It sports short bright pink hair and has a small pixie face. I would have been convinced it was a woman except it has a huge adams apple.
Yes, this is what happens at art school.
Adventure time with Ben and Randy
Today at work Ben became Randy’s hero. The following is a true depiction of events.
Ben Reactivates Randy
All about the non-existent Benjamins, restaurants on fire, and Spaced
Painting Supplies: $165
Medication: $28
MDF : $56
Rat Bedding: $4
Spending the rest of the day watching Spaced…Priceless
Yes I am that lame and yes I really did spend that much money in between 9am and 12 pm. There is nothing quite so depressing as going from $300 and something to $45 dollars, especially when you realize you haven’t purchased anything you wanted for yourself. The thing is I hate oil painting, but it is a required class so I have to spend all my money on it. I just hope I don’t suck too much.
After spending all my money I headed home and did dishes. Woot. After scrubbing dishes and acquiring prune fingers I started working on my drawing for Drawing III. I’m not sure how I will like this class, my Prof. seems a bit loopy. I think people need to realize there is a difference between being passionate about art and being a moron. Any who I then kicked back to watch some Spaced. I had planned on watching a few episodes, spread them out a bit..instead I just watch the whole thing and it was A-MAZING. I now have a major celebrity crush on Simon Pegg, not that I wasn’t crushing on him after Hot Fuzz, but as I watched Spaced I realized the character of Tim Bisley is my perfect man. Britsh comic book illustrator with a good sense of humor and bleached hair=my wet dream.
ACK! The news just said my favorite restaurant, Little Mexico Cafe, is on FIRE! This is most devastating and I’m have a F— You, God! moment. Little Mexico on fire is so not cool.
Remember that time the Mattress exploded?
I decided to head back to my parents house for my final weekend before classes start since I probably won’t have the opportunity anytime soon. The first night I just relaxed and saw my parents, my sister’s new place, and generally did nothing. The next day I helped throw a king sized mattress over the balcony. Okay so we didn’t actually throw it, but flinging mattresses from the second story makes a better story than we gently lowered the mattress into other helpers waiting hands. I actually like the idea of an exploding mattress, but I doubt that would’ve gone over well considering I would start laughing my ass off.
Later I got to hang out with Lacy. We went to Applebees and our waiter had Flock of Seagulls hair and he sorta looked like Bono minus the glasses. Despite his unfortunate hairstyle he was a pretty good waiter (but he accidently gave me diet pepsi, ewww).
Afterwards Lacy and I went back to hang out on my parents deck and had a few drinks. We just talked on a variety of topics, but nothing eventful happened.
The following day was when all the mattress flinging occurred. Nothing too interesting though my stomach decided to revolt against me and I felt like crap. I still feel a little crappy, but better. I’ll be heading back to GR in a couple hours.
