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May. 7th, 2006 12:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
numberoneblindoh man. I am spoiled by iTunes. new Tool? and I have to actually GO BUY it? dammit!
I'm posting less and less, which I'm sure is relief-inspiring to everyone sick of my endless prattlings. I keep typing things up and then not posting them. Dunno why. But I babble too much, so it's all good.
My latest painting project does not necessarily have to involve painting - "alternate materials" - and so I went home this morning and rooted through my basement. one crate, one small birdcage, several wrinkled ancient newspapers, a handleful of what I can only describe as "scrabble dice", empty bullet casings, assorted wire, and a tube of epoxy later, it's developed into some weird thing with a theme, I suppose, about silencing dissent. wondering if my symbolism isn't TOO obvious, we'll see... not gluing everything down quite yet, just things I know I like, like the cage and the newspapers.
Tonight I wound up following people back to Trow like a lost puppy and watching a movie in Kaitlyn's room. It was actually quite good for a romantic comedy, because the British are marvelous like that, although romantic comedies depress me regardless.
I need to do laundry -- badly -- it's migrated to my take-down-to-the-laundry-room basket instead of my normal hamper, in an attempt to motivate myself, but... no. tomorrow night, perhaps. it's too late now, I want to sleep -some-....
I also have about 5 journal entries to write for my Lit class, 'cause I am hella lazy and don't do them when I'm supposed to.
There. I've made up my babbling quota now.
I'm posting less and less, which I'm sure is relief-inspiring to everyone sick of my endless prattlings. I keep typing things up and then not posting them. Dunno why. But I babble too much, so it's all good.
My latest painting project does not necessarily have to involve painting - "alternate materials" - and so I went home this morning and rooted through my basement. one crate, one small birdcage, several wrinkled ancient newspapers, a handleful of what I can only describe as "scrabble dice", empty bullet casings, assorted wire, and a tube of epoxy later, it's developed into some weird thing with a theme, I suppose, about silencing dissent. wondering if my symbolism isn't TOO obvious, we'll see... not gluing everything down quite yet, just things I know I like, like the cage and the newspapers.
Tonight I wound up following people back to Trow like a lost puppy and watching a movie in Kaitlyn's room. It was actually quite good for a romantic comedy, because the British are marvelous like that, although romantic comedies depress me regardless.
I need to do laundry -- badly -- it's migrated to my take-down-to-the-laundry-room basket instead of my normal hamper, in an attempt to motivate myself, but... no. tomorrow night, perhaps. it's too late now, I want to sleep -some-....
I also have about 5 journal entries to write for my Lit class, 'cause I am hella lazy and don't do them when I'm supposed to.
There. I've made up my babbling quota now.
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