Well...

Today I found out that a guy I'd only been introduced to in passing committed suicide a day or two ago. Kinda makes you think. Lucky for me, the only people I've known to have untimely passings were either people I'd only met briefly or coworkers I didn't overly like. Not to be harsh, but I really didn't like the coworker, though he was kind and got me a birthday card before he died. Last time I saw him was when I came in for my shift; he died in a car accident a few hours later. It still makes you dwell a bit on where your life is going and if you're wasting it or not.
On a more uplifting note, my copy of Adobe CS3 Design Standard came today. That statement should be followed by 40 exclamation points, but as I've spent the last four hours working on an assignment in Illustrator and it's not coming out as planned, I'm kinda loathing it right now (in a good way).
I really should start posting random photos from my phone...

p.s.
I got engaged a few weeks ago. You'd think I would mention that sooner, huh.

Green Tea

Green Tea Ice Cream. Haagen-Dazs now makes it. I've never had the real stuff, but I love green tea and thought I'd try it out. It's definitely unique. Smokey and earthy--like the dehydrated green tea I once tried--with a purely sweet and unflavored after taste. I like it. I'll admit it took a few bites for me to decide if I actually liked it, but it strikes a nice contrast. I'm betting the real stuff tastes even better. On that same theme, I'd like someone to make rosewater ice cream. I once had these little, fluffy doughballs with the consistency of a marshmallow soaked in rosewater and they were absolutely delicious. I know they were Asian, but I have no idea what they were or from what country they were from. I shouldn't be eating ice cream, but it's not making me sick right now, so who cares?

I feel fat.

Really, I do. I've dropped from a sz 20 to a sz 12 over the last decade or so (that's almost a size a year, woohoo), or roughly 50lbs, but in my head I'm still a fat chick. Guys are not to blame for that--girls are. No matter what size a girl is there is some guy out there who will find her gorgeous, but women will be brutal beyond the point of hypocrisy. Fat chicks will sit together and insult the skinny girl with the little bit of pudge hanging over her jeans. I should know (as I type this holding a 44oz slushy, a Slim Jim, and a marshmellow fluffball cake thing).

I really need to get back to painting. I have 2 half (+/-...) finished canvases sitting in the hallway that I should do more work on, but I have nowhere to work. Seriously--I sit on my bed in the living room and hope I don't spill. I was hasty with one painting, which has left me with a compositional nightmare. I usually work off the Western scanning pattern (how most people in Westernized societies "read" a picture), but I really should branch out and experiment with different cultural scanning patterns. So much I should do.


Ordered the CS3 Standard Suite today. Eagerly awaiting that package. Missed my Friday class, not good. Thank god spring break is this week. Catch up on cleaning, painting, de-stressing. Insert long string of curses.

Believe it or not, I can write in something other than sentence fragments, I just don't fucking feel like it.

Good to be back

I've been painting again. It feels so good. Midterms all this week and I'm grateful tomorrow is the last one. The tests weren't bad, but the group projects were. Taco Bell is making me feel sick again. I've practically lived on it for the last 2 years without problem, but now I always feel "ick" after eating there. I blame the cheese roll-ups (i.e. ghetto quesadillas). Apparently, lactose-intolerant people are not supposed to eat dairy, but aged cheese has never been too much of a problem for me--thank god. I couldn't live without feta. On that note, I'd go vegetarian were it not for pork. Any other meat I'm rather indifferent to (even beef medallions are blase now), but don't take away my chorizo. Or seafood. I've been craving linguini with mussels in a red sauce for a year, but the midwest is more concerned with cheap fried fish.
Speaking of fish, Jetsom, one of my two remaining betas, passed on to the great fishbowl in the sky this morning. All I have left is Herman (not named after Melville, he came with the name). Oh well.

If ya can't duct it...

Alcoholics have Jeckyl/Hyde personalities. Especially when you tell them they got into trouble on their own and they can get out of trouble on their own. It only gets worse when they get fired for drinking and then are begging for booze cuz their day sucked. Or trash the kitchen when drunk and then tell you to fuck yourself, as they took out a bag of trash and that makes up for it. Hmph.
So Monday is my day off. I have the weekend off from school as well, but Monday is my bonus day. A bonus day that will be spent in the comp lab, as I do not have Illustrator CS3 (YET!!!), nor do I have PowerPoint. I take that back--I do have PP. It came with my new laptop (Toshiba
In other news, what do you do when you lose an oil cap? I found out today when my dad came home bitching about the loss of his. I went to the auto parts place and picked up a new cap, then went to put it in. I spent the next few minutes cutting off duct tape and prying off the bottom inch of a soda can from where the oil cap had been. If you can't duct it, fuct it.