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.
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