November 03, 2003 :: 12:40 a.m.
and here I thought I couldn't spell "esophagus"
Hello, readers. How are you this fine Sunday evening/Monday morning? I'm hanging in there, very tired but not yet asleep for some reason. Damn my nocturnal tendencies! Being a night person really clashes with the "proper" schedule, as dictated by The Real World. And I do not, of course, mean the "seven stranger blah blah blah" show on MTV that I have watched maybe twice in my life and disliked horribly. It's like a biosphere experiment with chimps or something.
I spent the vast majority of today at work, chained to the cash register. I really despise these people for making me close every single time that I work. I hate closing. It's a giant pain in the ass, and apparently being The New Girl earns me first dibs on that pain. Huzzah. Seriously, I was excited because I was scheduled 12-5 next Saturday, meaning that I'd get to leave in the middle of the day instead of closing. But when I re-checked my schedule tonight, I discovered that some assjack has switched me over to a 5-10 shift. Meaning that I close. Again. WHAT THE HELL?
And yes, I do realize that I said "assjack" up there. It's not a typo... I just like the way it sounds. And the thought of someone lifting up a person's ass with a carjack really amuses me, because I have the mental maturity of a 12 year old boy.
So, work. It was work-like. My feet hurt quite a lot. I need to wash "uniform," as it is now covered in multicolored fuzzies from various customers' fabric purchases. Jess (the manager today) handed out little boxes of Junior Mints, which were yummier than I remember. I still like Milk Duds better, but the caramel sort of sticks to my tongue barbell and that's never pleasant. I'm lusting over this one fabric we have right now - orange corduroy sprinkled sparsely with exceptionally non-obnoxious embroidered flowers. I may pick up some when I get paid on Friday, because I want a skirt made out of that stuff more than I want most other things right now. Mmm, craftiness. Not that I can really sew or anything. I just like to think that I can, and then I try, and fail, and everything is bad.
Also, if one more person asks me "Is this on sale?," I will rip out their esophagus and wear it like a party bow. I swear to god.
Anyway, after work I came home, ate dinner (soup, grilled cheese, green beans - nummy), hung out with Adam for a bit, and then sat myself down to take care of the self-portrait that's due tomorrow if Drawing. I wanted to do it in subtractive charcoal, because that's my favorite technique, but it was too messy and time consuming in this instance. My next choice was ink wash, but I was lazy and didn't feel like going downstairs to get a muffin tin to mix tints in. Also, an ink wash portrait in under two hours? Not going to happen. So I went with a shoddy combination of ink stick and brush + ink, because it didn't require me to get and go anywhere. It came out fairly craptacularly, but it'll do for homework. This is the one I did tonight. It sucks. Everything is wrong. It looks nothing like me. This one, on the other hand, was done over two class periods in subtractive charcoal and is a slightly better likeness. The lips and nose are kind of crooked, though, and it's not actually as finished as I'd like it to be. But it's fairly obvious which one I'm better at, I think.
Whatever. It's getting much too late for someone who has to be up at 8:30 (it's 1:52 a.m. now... I am very easily distracted), so I'm off to bed for my 6.5 hours of (hopefully) sound sleep. Maybe I'll find out what the hell happened to my Anthro class on Friday when I go in tomorrow... hrm. I'll have to let you know.
G'night.
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