Ophelia is a shopa-freaking well-holic
This is why it is a bad plan to leave me alone with money. In both my previous jobs I was paid every fortnight or else every month, straight into my bank account, and all my direct debits and whatnot were yoinked before I could get into them and raid them. I have never been a saver, even though I keep telling myself I should and designing budgets and savings plans. Yes, yes, pity this foolish mortal.
Anyway, yesterday I went shopping for bathroom tiles with my mother (I had a wild time out on the tiles on Sunday, hwa hwa hwaaaah *cough*) and ended up buying the following items:
1. Black glossy spray paint
2. Sparkly silver glitter spray paint
3. Natural sponge (about 10cm at its widest part, and the bastard cost me €11 odd! Still, I like thinking of it as Spongebob without surgery.)
4. Squeezy honey (WTF? I don't know why!)
5. Black Magic chocolates (for my Nana, as a thankee kindly for letting me use her credit card.)
6. A hot glue gun
7. New canvas (OK, the last two were essentials for art projects, etc.)
8. A potted phalaenopsis orchid, a snip at €14.39. (And best of all, I can draw this for my portfolio. So technically, it's art supplies.)
9. Candles (for my candelabra, which I lit and then used an extra one to make them look all drippy and awesome and Draculesque - I know it's not a real word.)
10. Persil Black Velvet (so I can stay all gothy and spooky, woooooh)
I don't know why I felt compelled to go out and spend €80 on all this shite, but I did. I could have done without. On the plus side, this means that I am less inclined to buy clothes this week. Yay!
My orchid's buds are already opening. It's so pretty. I'm going to test out my new spray paint on the pot, make it black and sparkly, wheeeee! There's these wee clips that hold the orchid stem onto a support stick. I may have to colour co-ordinate here, what say?
I finally finished the design for Peter's tattoo, thank Jesus. He's been asking me to do it for ages, and he sort of took offence when I was doodling ideas for Gabriel's tattoo. It's not like I was exclusively drawing Gabriel's one! When it comes to art, I don't believe in being monogamous. By that I mean that it's foolish to only focus on one piece until it's done. If you do that, you get sick of it and end up forcing yourself to complete it, and once you force creativity, it's not truly creativity any more. It's like it's being forced at gunpoint, whereas if you leave it to come sweetly and naturally, it turns out more beautiful and more meaningful. Besides, what else can you do while waiting for the paint/ink/clay to dry? Watch it?
...
Curse my Bohemian ideals.
I wanted to play pool earlier, but there was nobody around to play with me, waaaah. I'm such a dope. If you want proof of that, consider the fact that I didn't want to get up this morning. Why's that, you ask? From tiredness? No. From Monday morning syndrome? Sort of, but consider today's date. Monday, the 13th of March, 2006. Some people are iffy about Friday the 13th. It's Monday the 13th that gets me. I nearly fell down the stairs twice today, and I kept doing stupid things in work, like dropping things and annoying Rob. I'm not sure how I did, but I got the impression that he was irked. Could have had something to do with the lack of staff, but that's a problem he's created, not me.
Anywho, I think I'm staying my goosey boy will be staying with me tonight, yay! I don't really sleep well without him at my side. *Sigh*
END!
Anyway, yesterday I went shopping for bathroom tiles with my mother (I had a wild time out on the tiles on Sunday, hwa hwa hwaaaah *cough*) and ended up buying the following items:
1. Black glossy spray paint
2. Sparkly silver glitter spray paint
3. Natural sponge (about 10cm at its widest part, and the bastard cost me €11 odd! Still, I like thinking of it as Spongebob without surgery.)
4. Squeezy honey (WTF? I don't know why!)
5. Black Magic chocolates (for my Nana, as a thankee kindly for letting me use her credit card.)
6. A hot glue gun
7. New canvas (OK, the last two were essentials for art projects, etc.)
8. A potted phalaenopsis orchid, a snip at €14.39. (And best of all, I can draw this for my portfolio. So technically, it's art supplies.)
9. Candles (for my candelabra, which I lit and then used an extra one to make them look all drippy and awesome and Draculesque - I know it's not a real word.)
10. Persil Black Velvet (so I can stay all gothy and spooky, woooooh)
I don't know why I felt compelled to go out and spend €80 on all this shite, but I did. I could have done without. On the plus side, this means that I am less inclined to buy clothes this week. Yay!
My orchid's buds are already opening. It's so pretty. I'm going to test out my new spray paint on the pot, make it black and sparkly, wheeeee! There's these wee clips that hold the orchid stem onto a support stick. I may have to colour co-ordinate here, what say?
I finally finished the design for Peter's tattoo, thank Jesus. He's been asking me to do it for ages, and he sort of took offence when I was doodling ideas for Gabriel's tattoo. It's not like I was exclusively drawing Gabriel's one! When it comes to art, I don't believe in being monogamous. By that I mean that it's foolish to only focus on one piece until it's done. If you do that, you get sick of it and end up forcing yourself to complete it, and once you force creativity, it's not truly creativity any more. It's like it's being forced at gunpoint, whereas if you leave it to come sweetly and naturally, it turns out more beautiful and more meaningful. Besides, what else can you do while waiting for the paint/ink/clay to dry? Watch it?
...
Curse my Bohemian ideals.
I wanted to play pool earlier, but there was nobody around to play with me, waaaah. I'm such a dope. If you want proof of that, consider the fact that I didn't want to get up this morning. Why's that, you ask? From tiredness? No. From Monday morning syndrome? Sort of, but consider today's date. Monday, the 13th of March, 2006. Some people are iffy about Friday the 13th. It's Monday the 13th that gets me. I nearly fell down the stairs twice today, and I kept doing stupid things in work, like dropping things and annoying Rob. I'm not sure how I did, but I got the impression that he was irked. Could have had something to do with the lack of staff, but that's a problem he's created, not me.
Anywho, I think I'm staying my goosey boy will be staying with me tonight, yay! I don't really sleep well without him at my side. *Sigh*
END!