No groups

Holy crap I am terrible in groups. At least when it comes to artistic/creative stuff. I've had to create a scene with 4 other girls in theater from lights to costumes and I'm ready to just jump off a cliff. You can't stick someone who friggin lives and breaths art into a group full of something along the lines of nursing and psych majors. It is cruel. It'll all be over tomorrow thank God.

In other news...two photo shoots last weekend, both went stinky due to weather. I ran over a branch/small tree in the middle of the road on the way out from the last shoot due to said stinky/windy weather and punched a hole in my radiator. $430 later I have a new radiator and happy car, just slightly scuffed up. Battle scars!!

Oh!I may actually be getting out of the pit of misery that is the checkout lanes at Best Buy in the next couple weeks and be moving into the significantly less miserable pit that is appliances. I can sell washers and ovens and fridges, oh my.

Other than that, life is pretty much the same. School till mid-May, work, sleep...being useless. Awesome.

This was the most disjointed post ever. But no one reads this so who the hell cares.

Unfiltered

I've always figured that the best of my writing tends to come about during the wee hours of the morning (haha as if any of my writing was "good"). After all, the only reason I'm still up is because I can't stop thinking and what better way to fall asleep than to spew all those restless thoughts out? That was a long sentence.
Tomorrow is my only day off all week. It's bittersweet. I've become so accustom to being busy all the time that I feel like a useless blob when I have nothing to do all day. I could paint or work on one of my many unfinished projects, and I probably will...but I'll still feel unproductive at the end of the day. Unless of course I take a cellphone picture of what I accomplished. Because then all the sudden it's like I have legitimate documentation that I actually did something. As if I'm trying to prove to everyone who is not looking at my phone, " Look what I did today! I'm definitely not a useless pile of doody!" Then said imaginary person would pat me on the back and give me a little blue ribbon that said "#1" on it and my life would be complete.
Anyway.
I've got to go to the hardware store to get some stuff for a cosplay. I will be dressing as Big Sister from Bioshock 2 this year at Youmacon 2010. PICTURE!

That's right. I'm a (very bad) gamer, but mostly a costume/sewing enthusiast. And lets face it, speaking as an illustrator in the making, those gaming character designs get me all hot and bothered. So what better way to show my unhealthy obsession than dressing up as one?! Not so much you say? Get outta' here.
I had some more I wanted to write but I spent too much time looking for and uploading a picture. That will come soon. Probably not.

Things that move you.

Amazing.

I'd like to think I'm a fairly productive person. I'm a full time college student going for illustration. I work part time at a certain big box electronics store. I'm active in my church and serve on a regular basis. I'm the proxy-homemaker of my house when everyone else is working...and I go near crazy if I'm not occupying myself with something.
But I have to unwind. I used to write a personal journal but that was hardly consistent. So here is my blog. I'll write here to unwind and relive my shenanigans from the previous day and perhaps shine some light on future endeavors. Or perhaps not. Regardless, looking back in a year I'm bound to be confused if not embarrassed about what I wrote. So it should be good fun.

Writing this blog is the unproductive part of my day. And I'll be damned if I say I don't need it.