So, that last post, totally and entirely the incorrect link. That's obviously a do not want. Sorry bout that.... Interesting as it is I wouldn't really have posted it, for it's likelihood to offend. It was supposed to link to a tshirt that said "This is my Barack Obama costume. Give me your candy to redistribute."

Uh. Yeah. I don't know exactly what happened on my clipboard.

Likely getting a job with Lifetouch. I didn't get the position I wanted with Kim Jew, which is a bummer, but I think I could do well in this position. As long as I get it. Prayers please.
I miss my Belhaven people.
Reading my friend's baby blog, which makes me feel really happy and simultaneously reminds me that my life means nothing at all at the moment. And now she's going to read this and feel awkward, but she doesn't need to. I love getting to hear about the baby, since I don't get to be there to rub the tum. [By the by, it seems like every freaking body is pregnant. And one friend that's trying to get pregnant, which makes me want to beat her upside the head because it's one of the stupidest things for her to do I can think of. End soapbox.]
Actually the past two days have been much less depress-ful than the previous four weeks on average, so that's good.
Hoping to get my etsy up and running soon. Not that I think I'll make buckets of money, but it's not like it costs much to list things so it can't really hurt. And y'all love me, right? You'll at least check my shop out. Right?
I've been really uber tired recently. I think it's about time for sleep.

I'm At Home. With mah kittehs. Have you ever seen a truly panicked cat? They start shaking and panting with creepy open mouths like they're having seizures. Poor things. I attempted the cardboard box route but they were able to get out so I had to get a carrier. When I let them out after the first hour or so to use the litterbox, they both just climbed into their large, clean, covered litterbox and made a nest. After the delay to get them a nice box, they rode the whole way in the toilet. WVR. They're settled into my room at the moment, though. Their litterbox and stuff is in my closet, so I refuse to turn off my fan or close my window, despite the fact that it is raining and COLD outside. They're supposedly moving downstairs tomorrow. Anyway.

In the past two days I've watched all of the first season of True Blood. Already started on the second season.

Something I established while I was at Bonny's: Food is important. I already liked food a lot and everything, but having been at school, having to either eat from the caf or scrape together some nutrition in my room, caused me to think of food as just a necessity. I'd want to get the meal over with so I could get on with what I had to do. Well, this summer, a lot of my life was boring, and A LOT of it was rather depressing and/or sucky. So eating became the best part of it. I usually cooked the dinner and stuff. And yeah, sometimes we still just Hamburger Helper, but more often I'd at least cook real food, even if it wasn't gourmet. And it became clear to me very suddenly, when Bonny was like, "MEH, I'm just gonna have a sandwich" (which means 88 cent loaf bread and cold sliced deli turkey) that this was no longer for me. Good food is the only thing that keeps me going these days, and by golly, I am not eating some lousy sandwich. And proceeded to make tacos and refried beans, which she then decided she wanted after all(HA!).

It's kind of odd, because I always hated cooking. But now I feel kind of bothered that my mom is making dinner, lol. I like making good food. And I really love EATING good food. Om nom. I just made myself lunch. Toasted ciabatta roll, then put in the oven with tuna, swiss, mayo, Nature's Season, and dill weed. Topped with romaine lettuce. It was good. See, THAT'S a sandwich. Oh yeah, I also like squash now. Miracle of miracles.

Weird dreams didn't stop once I got home. Last night I dreamed about being in a swimming pool with Arnold Schwarzenegger. Actually the other parts were weirder but I don't remember them anymore.

"Secret Sauce? Who you fuckin kiddin. Since when is it right to call mayonnaise a fuckin secret?"
"I dunno. I kinda like it though."
"You can like it all you want. It's still mayonnaise."

An interesting letter in the Australian Shooter Magazine this week, which I quote: "If you consider that there has been an average of 160,000 troops in the Iraq theater of operations during the past 22 months, and a total of 2112 deaths, that gives a firearm death rate of 60 per 100,000 soldiers. The firearm death rate in Washington, DC is 80.6 per 100,000 for the same period. That means you are about 25 per cent more likely to be shot and killed in the US capital, which has some of the strictest gun control laws in the US , than you are in Iraq ..



Conclusion: The US should pull out of Washington, DC."

Sorry to come in here after such a long absence just for this but...HOLY FREAKING CRAP I HAVE TO GET TO SLEEP. I don't know if this only happens to creative weirdos, or to everybody, or if this is just a particular type of a common thing... But my brain gets ideas and then it's like "Nonono, can't rest, might forget brilliantness!" So I'm here to spit it all out, because I don't have a notebook handy. Lucky you.
I, my friends, am cursed--I mean blessed! I meant blessed. With the crafty mentality. As in I'd never buy anything if I could avoid it, I'd just make it all myself. And today I am cursed with ideas for my home. You know, the one I don't even have yet. As in, my kitchen will entirely be a kitschen. As much vintage, retro, and, well, kitsch, as I can get my hands on and squeeze into the place. Trust me, in the world of crafters, there's no short supply of such things, especially dishtowels. How many dishtowels can a person need? Well, according to the older members of the craftworld, you can never have enough. And part of me still says, "...what's a dishtowel?...Ew, that's what disposable sponges and paper towels are for, so you can throw away the germs!" but there are certain times when such items are appropriate. That and I love huck embroidery now. And want some of those vintagey fruit themed towels and hot pads.
Oh, and my bathroom is to be octopus themed. I'm sick of damned boat themes, and fishes abound so they are out of the question, but water is terribly appropriate after all. So give me some cephalopods, please and thank you. I even have plans for clay toothbrush holders and shower curtain hooks, and a hand stenciled curtain, tie dyed blue for a watery background. And probably some cross stitchery imagery for the walls. And everything for the bathroom came into my head in the space of five minutes. Maybe less. Do you see why I call it a curse? All I wanted to do was go to sleep. Plus, when will I have the time and money and resources for all of this? I mean seriously. When you close your eyes and can't help thinking, "What kind of fabric will work for a shower curtain and what kind of paint can be matched with it that will allow for bending and be water resistant? What's that kind of acrylic paint that bends the way I want it to...will it work on canvas, do you think?" then you know there REALLY needs to be an off switch. Especially since most people probably think this entire line of thinking is worthless anyway.
I will truly be surprised if anybody reads that. I promise to at least attempt a real update that makes at least a brief explanation of what has happened to me. I've been posting a lot on a private blog between me and two other friends, and I've never been good at sharing my bloggedness between places.
I wonder if I can sleep now....probably not. I'll give it a whirl.

Is it bad that I take comfort in the fact that no matter how criminally dickheaded my current boyfriend is, he can never hurt me more than my last one did?

THE ALPHABET SINS
lyrics copyright 1998 by Joan Hess and Brother Willard Verber

featured in Misery Loves Maggody

Atheism, bestiality, cunnilingus, drive-in movies,
evolution and excessive body hair,
fornication, gluttony, heathenism, immodesty,
jealousy, and killin' with a pear.

Lustful thought, and masturbation and naked breasts,
obscenities, promiscuity, queers and rape,
sacrilege and titillatin' bathing suits,
unseemly shorts that make a man to gape.

Violence and wickedness and x-tramarital affairs,
with sluts that ain't your wife,
yadeedahdeedahdeedah and zionism.
This is the sinful life.

It costs a lot less to buy an old version of Photoshop CS and then the upgrade than it does to buy CS4. Does anyone else find this...interesting? Of course, I already have CS, but I have the PC version which doesn't do me a lot of good since I'm about to get my MacBook(!!!!!!).

I got my tragus pierced. It is teh happy. Well, actually, having it pierced makes ME teh happy, but the tragus itself is more like teh "*stabbity stab* WHY?" But it's not doing too bad with the healing.

Work is going well. I'm finally getting stuff figured out and am not running back to ask Bill questions every 30 seconds. I'm really sad I have to leave in a couple weeks, it's like I'm finally getting the hang of it. Plus I do not relish the idea of having to find a new job. But I simply can't stick around if I can't go full time, which he just can't afford.

Mom says the job market is a lot better in ABQ than it is in the deep south, so I'm trying not to panic. Wondering how I'm going to do the show in October if I don't live here though.

I hope everyone is having a happy Easter! I feel like a heathen, but I don't have a church that I regularly go to, and I hate crowds like whoa so going on Easter specifically kind of seems like a bad plan. I don't even like Easter as a holiday (Jesus, I swear I love you, you're the best!) since I hate pastel colors and the omgfuzzycuteness, but since I have absolutely none of that this year, I am a little sad. I guess it's alright though, tomorrow I can hit the sales and eat marshmallow things. And since I'm at a slightly psychotic Christian school, I got both Friday and tomorrow off. W00t.

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Show is up and open. Bob hung Vertigination upside down. I can't blame him too much, because it's made to be disorienting, and he didn't see it while I worked on it. That said, he really should've asked. I kept expecting someone to call me and make me hang it myself, but they never did. I should've volunteered, but I tend to be a lazy bum, what else is new? At least it works upside down. Maybe we'll get it fixed tomorrow or Monday. We'll have to change the hardware itself.
I have this really ambitious block print I want to do. Problem? I haven't really done block printing before. I'll have to start with something a wee bit simpler. Like constructing the bridge over the river Kwai. On Monday, I am GOING to ask Bob about the press. No two ways about it, I HAVE to, before I graduate from this silly school.
I've got all these things going on in my head, and for once, they aren't just floating in there, they're coming out and actually happening! I'm getting so excited for our show, and it's not until October. Brook, Sheryl, Chelsea, and I are going to have the most kick-ass show EVAR. Period. Because we've been figuring it out since last semester.
....SQUEE!! I'm working on this one piece already, I'm going to see about how I'll want it printed... I think it could be neat and nifty and stuff. I already have an idea of how to present it.
You know what I just realized? None of what I'm thinking about has anything to do with my one and only studio class this semester. ...Shit. I need to get on that puppy. Who wants to model?

I'm hoping that the melancholy I get listening to Dream Theater will eventually wear off. I mean it doesn't totally depress me, but there's definitely a kind of pall over it... It's been 4 weeks since Matt and I broke up.
We were talking almost normally this morning, that's nice. It might go back to badness tomorrow, but maybe not. I invited him to come over for tv, and he said he might. He didn't, but that's fine. At least we had some normal moments.
I still just wish more than anything we could rewind to before he had the chance to be a bastard... He was so awesome.
You know how I was craving a whiskey sour all week? I had four tonight. Yeah. And then I slept through Monk without even hearing bits of it as I dozed or anything. I woke up at midnight cuz Hannah was going, "Cat. CAT! You have to wake up. Wake up. You have to go home!! I have to go to bed, I have to be up in 6 hours!" So now I have to catch up on Monk. She should've woke me for it. Sigh. I'd been looking forward to getting somewhere near drunk all week, though, so it was worth it. ...That sounds kind of awful. But true.
Art show opening tomorrow. I wish I at least knew where my pieces are going to be hanging. I've hardly been doing anything for setting up the show. If anybody asked me to I would, but nobody has. I helped Brook redo hers, which is awesome. She got them reprinted and they're a lot brighter, it's sweet. Everything's looking so great! And as far as I can tell it's not marred by anything like the bologna quilt of last year.
*yawn*

OMG, this is so true... This has basically happened to me over the past 3 and a half years. http://www.dormdorkscomic.com/2007/10/26/supply-use-across-the-years/

All three pieces got into the show. So there's that. Yay.
Sheryl's having a bad day, which has the potential to turn into a bad week. Feel free to say a prayer for her.
This is a pretty slow week for me. I didn't have class yesterday because I only had art history and Dr. Hause needed the day off. As such, I turned off my alarm and forgot to turn it back on again, thus allowing me to sleep through my class this morning after I was up til 2 talking to Brian. I was so mad at myself. I did all the reading for that quiz, too. *grumble* Won't do any harm, but I was mad at myself. And we're not having any photo classes this week because of setting up the show, so I just have art history tomorrow and Friday, and Kingdom Life on Thursday. Maybe that'll give me a chance to catch up on my bio studies.
I was supposed to go out for ice cream and/or drinks with Ray and Erica tonight, but both wound up backing out on me. Still had stuff to do for their submissions. Really I still can't believe I got done so early. I've really been craving a whiskey sour, though, and there was nobody to go out with me. It was sad. Maybe Thursday.
I really want to try screen printing.

So I neglected to mention my, well, incident. ( Cut for minor gore )What I've figured is that I gave myself a minor sprain of my knee, and possibly my elbow. Stretching to just a tiny bit of tearing of the ligaments. The fact that it's still totally effed up is not encouraging. I bought a knee brace today. If it isn't noticeably better by Wednesday I'll probably go to the clinic and have it looked at. Yuck.
Isn't this year great?
In terms of regular life, I'm on a makeup kick. I just...want to feel pretty, lol. That's how I made myself feel better on Friday. Friday was a new candidate for worst freaking day ever. But at least I looked nice.
Two of my three pieces for the show are done. The third just needs a new piece of glass, cuz the one I got cut from Hobby Lobby has a random flaw in it. They had better give me a new one. I'm sure they will, though, as I still have the packaging and handwritten receipt from the framing department, and it's not really the kind of flaw I could have put in it myself.
And I still need one title.... Hmmmmmmmmmm...

I don't want you, but I hate to lose you
You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
I forgive you, cuz I can't forget you
You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
I wanna cross you off my list, but when you come knockin' at my door,
Fate seems to give my heart a twist, and I come runnin' back for more
I should hate you, but I guess I love you
You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
You got me in between the devil and the deep (the devil and the deep) the devil and the deep blue sea

I'm going home with Hannah in a few hours, and will be back on Saturday. No internet, alas.
Mostly I'm just going to miss Matt...I've gotten horribly spoiled on seeing him every day.
Shameless plug for my friend Jacob, who is quite spiffy: http://www.myspace.com/soundslikejacob
Everyone should go and listen and friend him and he'll be all bemused and will find something cynical to say about it. I told you he was spiffy. And yeah, you have to turn the sound all the way up to hear it on the player.
Bleh, I have to pack.