Newman just leaped onto my back and dug in with his claws. God it hurt! Why did he do that?
Bought a cheapie doll at Tarjez last night so I could practice some painting techniques. I've seen repainted dolls that go for upwards of a grand on eBay; I know I could do that well (and shit, I could use the money). I just have to figure a few things out, particularly how to make the eyes luminous and not flat-looking.
I've got a way-cute second-grade portrait of my brother. I think I'll use that for my watercolor assignment. Hell, portraiture is my fave anyway. I think I'm going to try to do it looser and not engage so much painstaking detail. Realism tends to be a drag sometimes.
Last evening I drove to the hoity-toity neighborhood where there's one of the few theaters featuring "indie/foreign" flicks, and I saw The Merchant of Venice. It was well-done; I forgot after a while that I was watching Shakespeare, and Al Pacino. I wound up not going to the gym. I was worn out. However, I do plan on going for a jog around the neighborhood and some dolly painting today prior to sociology class.
Oh, just remembered, I had some awful, terrible dream about how my ex came here, took up residence at my place, and announced that we were married again. What a nightmare! What's cool is, in my dream I remembered that our divorce was final and that we were not married. I told him, "no, we're not getting back together and you're not staying here. Our marriage was dissolved and we can't start over. Too much has transpired and it's too late; I don't want to be with you anymore." You go, subconscious!
Lately I've noticed that I feel free of him. Perhaps because it's been five years since the divorce, which is also about how long we were together. I don't think I even hate him anymore. That's trippy, innit?
I also dreamed about high school classmates again, which always irritates me to no end. I think that, even after all these years, I seek validation from those assholes. "I'm not a nerd, I'm not a geek anymore! Love me!" Pardon me while I retch.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
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About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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