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Havn't been up this late in awhile. Watched a crappy HBO movie called Elephant. Kept thinking it must all be some build up to some interesting climax with some sort of meaning injected. Nope, just ended. We've got Creature from the Black Lagoon on netflix ... that's probably far better. Maybe I'll watch that. For some reason I don't feel like sleeping ... hasn't happened to me in awhile. So, now, I'm debating ... sort of feel like going on a walk for a few hours. Starting at night, exploring some place I havn't been before, and coming back after the sun's up. Watching that movie. Playing Warcraft. Masturbation. Reading. Something.
Finally got around to defragging for the first time in probably half a year. Took approximately ten and a half hours. Could easily have been worse.
I guess what I really feel like doing is throwing some things on the wheel. Definately need to make sure we eventually get a studio set up so I can work at times like this. I kinda miss ceramics. Also definately need to get into that throwing class at SPS for winter quarter. Gotta remember to go in and see if I can get my stupid pin number again so I can register. Also need to write my grandma another letter, seeing if she'll even pay for another art class. Well, and to ask about my grandpa and how his dimentia is progressing. I really hope I can see him before too long. Also, I suppose this hurricane's heading their direction so I wonder if they are out of state or if they are just buckling down. Probably out of state.
I really want to get working. I thought I had some pretty airtight job leads but it's just taking too long. I suppose it's monday now, and time for another good day of hunting. Maybe I'll give in and apply at the mall, as morning janitors with Kevin and Ross as well as elsewhere maybe. Guess it's that time of year where I can just ride my bike around for a few hours and spot Now Hiring signs. While it's not pouring. Mostly I just want to work. I really don't want some easy boring job, but I need one if that's all I can get. Now, though, I've discovered my love of working outdoors, with my hands, to the point of exhaustion. Come spring, I suppose, there will the world waiting for me.
I acquired two new fish the other day from Ashley's stepfather. Some variety of white cichlid I believe, though I'm not sure what specific species. They're pretty nifty. That's one of those things for when I get a paycheck or two ... find me a few new fish to replace Vince's old Zebra Danios and Platys and Hatchetfish. Another thing on the list is glaze chemicals with Jeremy, since his mother and stepfather agreed to hook up the kiln up at their house in Tacoma until we find a better place for it. At least with that and a hundred dollars of glaze chemicals or so could get us started with glaze tests, hand built pieces, and such until we can afford a wheel.
I wonder how my mom's job hunt is going. Not so well last I heard. Being a professional teacher in Washington is ridiculously hard. She has better credentials than at least three quarters of Olympia teachers, and she can't find a job. Crazy times. She's taking at the very least a ten thousand dollar pay cut just to teach here instead of in California. I dunno, she deserves a damn good job and I know she'll get one but this is not the time of the year to be looking for a teaching job. Fuck you, everyone that votes against education money.
Had a long talk with Jeremy last night about how the hell to go about actually doing something about the evident social and political problems no one seems to give a shit about. We came up with nothing. Be the change you wish to see, says Gandhi. Easier said than done. Lot of thinking yet to do before I even know what it is I wish to see. Jeremy complains about not having enough meaningful discussion in his life. I'm sad he's in Tacoma. I feel useless either way but it feels good to at least talk about shit.
Hm.
I just realized the audience I suppose I'm writing to with this. Oh well, I suppose I'm not writing it for you, so there's no sense wondering why I'm writing in view of others. It's just here.
Taking a break from smoking weed is odd. Most of the time it's really easy. My weakness, however, rears its head every once in awhile and asks me why I'm not inhaling some chronic. It comes and goes through my hands, enough that I could easily pull out a few grams and just sit here and smoke it if I felt like it. It's not like I'm being forced on a break. Voluntary, but, necesary so as to avoid complications. Anyway maybe I'll get a job that needs to give me a UA, and what better time than when I've been on a break for a few weeks anyway for another purpose.
Victor Wooten's an interesting fella.
Finally got around to defragging for the first time in probably half a year. Took approximately ten and a half hours. Could easily have been worse.
I guess what I really feel like doing is throwing some things on the wheel. Definately need to make sure we eventually get a studio set up so I can work at times like this. I kinda miss ceramics. Also definately need to get into that throwing class at SPS for winter quarter. Gotta remember to go in and see if I can get my stupid pin number again so I can register. Also need to write my grandma another letter, seeing if she'll even pay for another art class. Well, and to ask about my grandpa and how his dimentia is progressing. I really hope I can see him before too long. Also, I suppose this hurricane's heading their direction so I wonder if they are out of state or if they are just buckling down. Probably out of state.
I really want to get working. I thought I had some pretty airtight job leads but it's just taking too long. I suppose it's monday now, and time for another good day of hunting. Maybe I'll give in and apply at the mall, as morning janitors with Kevin and Ross as well as elsewhere maybe. Guess it's that time of year where I can just ride my bike around for a few hours and spot Now Hiring signs. While it's not pouring. Mostly I just want to work. I really don't want some easy boring job, but I need one if that's all I can get. Now, though, I've discovered my love of working outdoors, with my hands, to the point of exhaustion. Come spring, I suppose, there will the world waiting for me.
I acquired two new fish the other day from Ashley's stepfather. Some variety of white cichlid I believe, though I'm not sure what specific species. They're pretty nifty. That's one of those things for when I get a paycheck or two ... find me a few new fish to replace Vince's old Zebra Danios and Platys and Hatchetfish. Another thing on the list is glaze chemicals with Jeremy, since his mother and stepfather agreed to hook up the kiln up at their house in Tacoma until we find a better place for it. At least with that and a hundred dollars of glaze chemicals or so could get us started with glaze tests, hand built pieces, and such until we can afford a wheel.
I wonder how my mom's job hunt is going. Not so well last I heard. Being a professional teacher in Washington is ridiculously hard. She has better credentials than at least three quarters of Olympia teachers, and she can't find a job. Crazy times. She's taking at the very least a ten thousand dollar pay cut just to teach here instead of in California. I dunno, she deserves a damn good job and I know she'll get one but this is not the time of the year to be looking for a teaching job. Fuck you, everyone that votes against education money.
Had a long talk with Jeremy last night about how the hell to go about actually doing something about the evident social and political problems no one seems to give a shit about. We came up with nothing. Be the change you wish to see, says Gandhi. Easier said than done. Lot of thinking yet to do before I even know what it is I wish to see. Jeremy complains about not having enough meaningful discussion in his life. I'm sad he's in Tacoma. I feel useless either way but it feels good to at least talk about shit.
Hm.
I just realized the audience I suppose I'm writing to with this. Oh well, I suppose I'm not writing it for you, so there's no sense wondering why I'm writing in view of others. It's just here.
Taking a break from smoking weed is odd. Most of the time it's really easy. My weakness, however, rears its head every once in awhile and asks me why I'm not inhaling some chronic. It comes and goes through my hands, enough that I could easily pull out a few grams and just sit here and smoke it if I felt like it. It's not like I'm being forced on a break. Voluntary, but, necesary so as to avoid complications. Anyway maybe I'll get a job that needs to give me a UA, and what better time than when I've been on a break for a few weeks anyway for another purpose.
Victor Wooten's an interesting fella.