I'm feeling down overall. This place gets me down. This is the worst I've ever let my place get, ever, in my life, and I've always been a slob. I don't know how to clean it up. I need a strategy. When I was working and I had a one-bedroom apartment, I thought it was messy then, but it didn't approach what I have now. I didn't have as much stuff, for one thing. I didn't get back into doll collecting/customizing until after I started school. Now I've got a houseful of dolls, paraphernalia, boxes and packing materials. Maybe that's why I need to be rich, so that I can have someone clean up after me. That's pretty sad.
Someone commissioned me to do a doll for them because they lost an auction for one they wanted. That's my first commission, and also my first "duplication." It's kind of exciting, but I don't want to be in the position to do commissions often, which sounds ungrateful, but once they become obligations the fun goes out of them.
In an effort to kick my coke habit, uh, I mean, my Coke habit, I've started drinking grape Gatorade "Fierce" (what the fuck does that mean?). I bought the powder mix and the company forgot to add the red dye so it's blue, which amuses me. Anyway, I figure, some electrolytes couldn't hurt.
Better get ready for school. I'm gonna try to crash a class because I signed up for ceramics and I decided that I don't want to take that until the summer semester -- it's too intrusive for a regular semester. And besides, there's a sense of dread about approaching ceramics because that's one of the classes I blew off when I was seeing the toad. My instructor is no longer there, I think he got his master's and graduated, but the department is small and, well, you know.
I need to talk to an English advisor regarding dropping English to a minor and then I'd take up German as a second minor. Art would be my major. I tried to fight it, really! but art is the only thing I want to do. Something creative, something artistic -- what a predicament that is! I think life would have been easier if I'd only loved accounting, say, or law. But if I'm going to put in 50 - 60 hours a week (which I don't believe in, by the way), it has to be something I enjoy.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:05 AM
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While I don't really like Gatorade, Fierce Grape is the only flavour I can tolerate when there's no other choice (my first pick is also Coke), but I find all those drinks feel slimy/oily and are almost sickeningly sweet.
As for the cramped conditions, I hear ya. I have way too much stuff and, short of throwing it all out, I'm working hard to organize/tidy it to a manageable level. I'm considering a modular type of unit that looks good as furniture but also functions well for storage of the things I can't seem to part with.
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