I think I might go see Art School Confidential, on the recommendation of V (thanks, V!). I did a stint in art school and can say with some confidence that it's full of bullshit. It's like a place for parents to cart their ne-er-do-well kids. Or something.
In the campus computer lab there are big signs saying, "Don't touch the printer." I have this insane, childish desire to stand there with my pointing finger an inch away from the printer, saying, "I'm not touching it. I'm not touching it."
Friday, May 19, 2006, 2:48 PM
Wow, slept until two again. What the hell?
That doll I ordered three weeks ago that still hasn’t arrived, well, turns out it’s not in stock. Kinda pisses me off but again, it’s just a fucking doll.
Got some repaints up on eBay; they’re not selling for much. I guess I have to make the dolls look like total ho’s in order for people to like them. I might just take one of them off auction and keep her for myself rather than letting her go for $90 after all my hard work.
I did all that painting because I’m behind on my rent and was hoping to make up for it with the doll sales, but since I didn’t get much I’ll have to repaint and sell that “exclusive” BJD of mine. I was kinda hoping not to resort to that, but it’s no big deal because I don’t really like her anyway.
I happen to know that a repaint that I sold a couple of years ago, a fully-rerooted Daphne, was bought by a prominent artist, repainted and resold for a lot more money. I guess once someone purchases something, it’s theirs to do with as they please; even so, I think it’s shitty to pass off someone else’s work as your own. Those full reroots are a LOT of work.
I find myself sexually attracted to someone’s husband. He’s in his mid-40’s, shy, nice, cute, smart and has a subversive streak. Full head of thick hair with sexy gray on the sides. I also happen to know that he doesn’t get much sex and I would love for him to sink onto me. Don’t worry, I’m not going to act on it; I don’t mess around with other people’s husbands. Guess I’m just horny; I must be ovulating.
Saturday, May 20, 2006, 3:04 PM
Just finished listening to the audiobook Son of a Witch and enjoyed it immensely. Got some knitting done, too. What a great way to multi-task!
7:20 PM
Forgot to mention that I watched You’ve Got Mail. Holy shit, what a gawd-awful movie. So trite and transparent. Hey, I like a light, feel-good movie sometimes, but it’s got to have some brains (I liked Sleepless in Seattle). This was so heavy-handedly scripted and directed that there was no spontaneity. And Meg Ryan was already getting her lips injected by that time. To be certain, I stopped the movie halfway and put in When Harry Met Sally to compare, and sure enough. And she was so self-consciously perky that it was rather sickening. I thought Tom Hanks did a nice job within the confines of the film; but hell, Hanks is rather spill-proof, don’t you think? I remember him from the times of “Bosom Buddies.” I wonder how this DaVinci Code thing is going to turn out. Have no great drive to see the film since I thought the book was only so-so, but I might catch a bargain matinee if I have nothing better to do.
I liked Parker Posey of course.
Sunday, May 21, 2006, 9:39 PM
Listening to The Grapes of Wrath. Read it in 10th grade and didn’t get much out of it. I found it tedious then, and a bit now, too. Steinbeck tends to go on a bit, in the intervals between the story of the Joads.. Still, it’s more interesting and meaningful to me now. Depressing though. Got kicked off the land, dog got run over and then Grandpa died.
Monday, May 22, 2006, 9:30 PM
The Grapes of Wrath is getting more and more depressing, and I think I’m only halfway through. Not sure I can get through this. Shoulda played The Hobbit instead.
Thursday, May 11, 2006, 1:17 PM
Saw Friends with Money last night and enjoyed it very much. I seem to recall some negative comments from critics, but I guess I’m not a fussy movie-goer; I’m not all that high-brow. It was a bit painful to watch sometimes, like when Frances McDormand got kicked out of Old Navy. I thought it was entertaining and I was interested in the lives of the characters.
Well, I need to do some laundry because I’ve got nothing to wear, then I need to get to a computer and look up some contact information because a doll I ordered a while back still hasn’t arrived. :-E And plus I need to look into getting my own WiFi, hello. I wish I lived in Rhode Island. Free television, free radio, why the fuck not free WiFi?
I keep trying to knit some doll clothes but so far nothing has worked out! Either it’s the wrong size or the stitches fall off the needle while I wasn’t looking and I lose all my lace yarn-overs. Poop.
I need to clean my apartment, it’s gotten to the point where I hate it and I hate myself. But every time I contemplate cleaning, I’m so overwhelmed that I lay down and take a nap, which is what I’m about to do right now.
3:36 PM
I want to see that movie Water.
If I can get this place to a quasi-passable state, I think I’ll get me a maid service. I’m serious. I need help. But of course, I can’t get anyone to help me with the place the way it is.
9:03 PM
I painted and sold one of my BJD’s and the customer received it today. Overnight shipping – whoa. Anyway, she really likes the job I did, so I’m glad. She pointed out to me that a lot of people into BJD collecting are kids, like junior high and high school. That would explain the crap I encountered at that one board, which shall remain nameless but which I’ll never visit again.
I got the game Stubbs the Zombie, and I’m already bored with it. Just putzing through levels, always doing the same thing. There’s no puzzle to solve and no objects to find. I used to really dig Duke Nukem and I enjoyed Hexen very much too. This one is dumb.
10:21 PM
Huh. A fire truck and police car are visiting my complex. I wonder what that’s about.
Saturday, May 6, 2006, 12:02 AM
Saw Mission Impossible II tonight. Hey, what can I say, I like the series, and this was no exception. Just a turn-your-brain-off kind of thing. There was some intrigue and what have you, and plot twists and stuff which I didn’t understand, but I didn’t bother to try to figure it out; I just went with it. I’m good at suspension of disbelief. I’m no fan of Dr. Cruise, but he does a fine job with this kind of movie. Well, okay, I don’t think he’s a bad actor, as much as I detest his self-importance in real life. But so what, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers was there! I could totally suck on those lucious lips of his. Billy Cruddup was there too, and as much as I loved him in Almost Famous, he didn’t seem to find his stride here, or maybe it’s just me. Cruise’s fiancee was played by that brunette who got tipped over in the porta-potty in North County, and she’s very appealing.
12:58 PM
Wahhh, no internet. I don’t have much time, I need to get over to Bro’s so I can babysit Niecey. I thought I’d take my beading kit over and we could make bracelets together. As luck would have it, today is the worst day of my period, but I took my pills so they should work soon. I think I’ll take my laptop so that I can hook up to Bro’s wi-fi, I’m sure he won’t mind.
I bought a doll; well, I’d ordered her last December and she’s only now arrived. She was the first BJD I ever wanted and the last to arrive, how’s that for irony? Anywho, she’s “exclusive.” There’s pre-orders only once a year, they take five to six months to arrive, the numbers are limited and there’s nowhere else to buy them. Thus, the demand is outrageous and the cost on the secondary market is easily doubled. Oh, oh, and get this, the doll isn’t even assembled; in fact, they just emptied the pieces from the molds and stuck them in a box, the tabs and seams still intact. It kind of pisses me off, what you get as opposed to what you pay. ANYWAY, I sanded down the pieces and assembled them last night (which was kind of fun -- I like putting together Ikea furniture too) and now I have to do her faceup. If, after that, I haven’t bonded with her, I’m selling her ass. It’s funny, after wanting her for so long. Maybe it’s the anticlimax.
Sunday, May 7, 2006, 12:00 AM
I shoulda blogged from Bro’s house while I was there; don’t know why I didn’t. Anyway, Niecey was good. A little headstrong sometimes, but considering she’s in her terrible twos, she’s pretty good. To my relief (and hers of course), she uses the potty now, so I didn’t have to mess around with any diapers. Thank gawd.
7:32 PM
Tried to paint my new arrival but it didn’t come together; instead I used the big puddle of paint that I’d mixed on a Tonner doll repaint that I hope to sell. At least I was able to use the color. I hate when I mix a color and it goes to waste. I have a lot of trouble mixing colors for the BJD’s because their resin is so light.
Tuesday, May 9, 2006, 10:32 PM
Man, I need to get me some internet at home, this sucks.
Missy’s on my lap. Poor thing, I ran out of kibble yesterday and she doesn’t eat anything else, not even the wet food that I put down. I ran to PetCo today, not that I really like that place, but they carry Natural Balance. So now she’s happy.
Watched Lost in Translation tonight, which I borrowed from Bro. Love that movie. I saw it in the theater. I forget that it’s a movie, it feels so real.
On a dolly board, some ho-bitch posted a nasty message about me in the good/bad traders section, because I offered her my Sooah for sale and then changed my mind and refunded her money. I apologized and gave her her money back – what else was I supposed to do, send her a dozen roses? Cunt. Jeezus fucking Christ. Shit like this really bothers me, even though I suppose I shouldn’t let it. Anyway, I posted my own bad traders message about her. I’m not going to just roll over and let her have her say. Fuck her. I’ll probably stop going to that group. What ugly people.
Thanks. I really had to let that out. That ruined my afternoon.
Oh, saw Joe at PetCo, the UPS guy who used to be in my area. He requested a transfer after learning that Wallyworld was coming. Smart guy. I used to think he was so hot. I think he thinks I’m a freak, but it’s alright.
Last day of creative writing. The teacher is such a dick. Can't stand him. He's tearing apart a story that I thought was quite good. Argh. A coupla more hours and that's it.
He's running at the suck right now; going on and on. He starts off saying, "We'll only talk about this for five minutes." An hour later, he's still at it. Loves the sound of his own voice.
I'm full of bile, probably because I haven't eaten yet. The kids in here are SO blow-ass! One such kid showed up two hours late last week, the next-to-last class, and plopped down a single-spaced, eight-page story for the class to crit on the last day. The fucking nerve. If I were the teach, I'd say, "We're not reading that." But though he emits such proclamations, he never follows through. This guy wants to be charming, everyone's friend. I'd better quit, I've got nothing nice to say. Oh by the way, I didn't read that story. Fuck her.
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The teacher had that blow-ass chick stay after he dismissed the class so that he could go over her story solo. Good. When he dismissed us, he thanked us for a wonderful class and said he hopes to see us again. Not if I see him first.
I mean, honestly. He said today during a critique, "If I have to read another one of these stories I'm going to put a bullet through my brain." You think that's constructive? I left as I usually do, without looking back.
