the sniffles

One of the things that always seems to happen to me when I take Nyquil is that when taking it before bed I end up spending half the night tossing about, dreaming while being half-awake and thinking to myself when I realize I'm actually awake that I'm never going to get any sleep. Seriously, I feel like I'm on a drug trip during these nights.

Last night wasn't any better. Thinking I could outsmart the curse of Nyquil, I took Dayquil - only to end up tossing and turning again and unfortunately dreaming about doing the research I had been doing before bed, knitting rows on blankets and kleenexes inbetween bouts of reading and then suspiciously lifting up my blankets when I had woken up to make sure I really hadn't knitted them together.

Boy.

the could be annoying habit of artists and humanity in general

I am under the belief, through persuasion and experience, that artisty people are much more likely to get addicted to things. My latest addiction: knitting.

My addiction started when my gram showed me how on Friday, my mum gave me a needlework book yesterday which spurred me on to experiment with different stitches and as of 1:40 am last night I am half way through a scarf - a wonky one but still a lovely scarf.

vivah

One of my favourite things to do is put on my big[ger] headphones, plug them into my laptop and listen to awesome music while either drawing or trying to type. Right now seemed like an appropriate moment.

I just finished watching Vicky Cristina Barcelona and am now in a conflicting state of mind. This usually happens after I watch Woody Allen movies - somehow, every time I come out of watching them feeling very reflective, confused and trying to explain myself to myself; sometimes this is accompanied by the voice inside my head taking on a Woody Allenesque tone. Before watching this movie, not particularly knowing much about what it was about, I was hopeful to feel a connection with Vicky since we technically share the same name. I was very disappointed though after my first time watching it to discover that Vicky, and her fiance/husband Doug, annoy me quite a bit. Not that Cristina makes me any happier.

The narrator introduces Vicky and Cristina as having the same viewpoints and opinions on most things other than love - I, however, could barely see a resemblance between either of them. Even their hair colours accentuate their differences. This separatness of their characters has made me wonder: am I a Vicky or a Cristina?

Neither, hopefully.


In other news, I have finally have a job interview tomorrow at a jewelry kiosk in the mall - and no matter who might burst out laughing when I say I may have a job with a company called Vivah, I am truly excited to get another part-time job under my belt and supposedly wicked discounts on jewelry. After the interview, I go home for the weekend where I will see Kyleman, and some family members and perhaps Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs - since, you know, I have a large number of relatives under the age of ten.

Wish me luck!

Alice

Update with no update.

Update: I haven't found anything I was searching for earlier. Although I did discovered that we do have a new washer. Hurrah! Still will probably wait to wash my bed sheets until I go home this weekend - that way, with no replacement sheets, I won't have a sheetless bed I won't be able to sit on since my bed at home will have sheets of its own.

And now for something completely different:

These make me very happy. I've basically been procrastinating from reading. Between trying to find my spare bedsheet [no idea where it is] and then wondering where my camera is [also no idea] I have been steadily staying away from the books I've placed on my bed for potential reading and thus, learning. I will also, shortly, be painting my nails a bright metallic green that Sonia has and it will be wonderful since my black polish keeps chipping horrendously.

I've decided I need to find my camera so I can start posting up more pictures of my art because really, I don't think my webcam will do justice.

Camera! Camera! Where are you my lovely?

Also, Mabel got a lovely wash today from an automated carwash - which was more for my sake of entertainment than Mabel's cleanliness. Kinda.

Updates on missing items later.

When artists go crazy.

I seemed to have picked up a bad habit, which really does not make anybody feel better, including me. I get incredibly frustrated by my art and end up in a pissy mood which ends up taking its toll on Kyle who is usually only trying to make me feel better but usually doesn't because I just get more annoyed since he is an engineer and can't particularly speak art talk - especially when it comes to conceptual art. I can't really blame him, his engineerness is something that makes me really happy about him...just not, apparently, when I'm frustrated about my art.

In the end, I feel absolutely horrible about being pissy and apologize, getting an 'ok' back which is apparently, according to my mother, 'I accept your apology' in boy-talk. And then after that I just can't work anymore because I feel so horrible. However, these are a couple of ones I just get finished before descending into my spiral of gloom. My series entitled "I Am Not Andy Warhol".

jell-o

I know eventually I'll my words of today, once the work load of school actually starts up but: having Fridays off is kinda boring.

There, I said it. Now ask me again next Friday.


I also can't determine if it's cold outside, just cold in the house, or I'm just a freak of nature. Oh well. I'll just go blanket diving if my toes start freezing off.

Neville Longbottom was always my favourite

So I've found myself sitting in my housemate's room watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix...alone. Yes, I've inadvertently taken over her room after she left to go to work after getting hooked on the beginning of the movie.

Though I've had several debates with myself about whether or not to turn it off anyways since I hate moody Harry. People can keep their Harry, maybe even their Ron, Seamus and Cedric...I'd take Neville anyday.

Just don't tell Kyleman.

part-time retail

You would think it'd be particularly easy to gain a job at a mall in a store. I have discovered this is not so.

Either you come in at the wrong time and they've already hired all their part-time staff and only need seasonal staff from now on, they don't hire part-time in general OR they never call back because in the end you do not have enough good, solid retail experience and all those years in libraries and museums working hard so you could get your resume to look good go to waste because who in retail wants to hire a bookhead?

Sigh. All my good feelings about coming out of the mall today with at least a hope of getting hired was really shot today and it pretty much makes me want to cry. Therefore I'm going to watch some Freaks and Geeks and then maybe Adventureland and hope I'm in a better mood afterwards.

september blues

So this weekend comprised mostly of driving all the way from home to school-home and unpacking, only to drive almost all the way back home for K-man's sister's baby shower the next day. Now he and I are back in the G spot. Tomorrow he will be leaving and it will be last year all over again, which sucks.

The summer went by so fast I can't believe it. While I'm excited for this coming year I can't help but dread roommate drama [it's already started], trying to remember how to cope without having Kyle a 7 minute drive away again and being cool.


Welcome, 4th year; please be gentle with me.