Strange day...down and up
Last night, I went to bed slightly nauseated, drained, and with a big headache. Today, I couldn’t get out of bed until almost 4pm because I didn’t feel well at all and couldn’t muster enough energy to drag myself out of bed. Mom came in at 9:30am to see if I could wake up and then again past noon to tell me she was going out with Dad (I knew I heard his voice…) to go see Grandma at Stanford Hospital. I think she wanted me to go too because she wanted to go to the Cherry Blossom Festival at Memorial Park. I just couldn’t make myself move :( Fishbone rattled her cage and threw stuff around to get me to let her out, but to no avail. I sucked. When I did finally get out of bed, I did let her out, but Dad and Mom came home about 30min later, so I had to quickly put her back in her cage.
Surprise, surprise, when they came home, I was working on scanning and touching up Mrs. Wada’s photo of her holding an autographed CD and with her favorite Japanese singer. It felt good to be doing that because, although a small task, I felt productive for once. I actually ended up touching up the photo for hours to make it look just right. It was a good way to reacquaint myself with PhotoShop again. Working on the photo made me want to draw even more than I had been feeling lately, so I grabbed photos I had taken in the past of flowers and scanned them in and messed with them, so that when I printed them out in grayscale, they’d make good reference photos for paintings. While I did this, I let Fishbone out again when I knew Dad was gone, and listened to Dido loud. Sometimes I found myself singing along too, which I found amusing since I’m usually too self-conscious to do that.
Around maybe 9 or 10pm, Kathy called to ask if I would like to go to the Elephant Bar with her and Carlo to get some dessert. I declined because I still felt a little queasy and didn’t want to spend time away from what I considered working on a drawing. She understood, but I think Carlo was disappointed; he really wanted the coffee ice cream mud pie… Later around 11pm, Mom came to see the photo of Mrs. Wada. She was very pleased with it, which made me feel good too. She said dinner was ready and I should eat something. I told her I’d be there in a few minutes, but once I got back into messing with the photos, I lost track of time. I did eventually eat, but quickly went back upstairs to work on the photos some more. Unfortunately, Seri wanted to sleep at 1:30am (she ahs a 7:30am class), so I quit what I was doing. Something to look forward to for tomorrow :) I’m especially looking forward to drawing the Gerba daisies and Angel’s trumpet flowers. I might be able to do camellia paintings too. Oops, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself!
I have 2.5 rolls of film I took during the San Luis Obispo trip that I want to develop. There should be some photos in there that I can use for drawings :) I hope the photos of the brown pelicans turn out okay.
Oh, some mundane stuff I also did today: pay my credit card bill, write a note to De Anza College to let them know I do NOT owe them any money, filled out a survey for Survey of America, and write a $10 donation check to Natural Resources Defense Council to help stop “President” George W. Bush from drilling in Alaska (got Mom to sign the petition too). That guy is such a pain in the ass!!
Surprise, surprise, when they came home, I was working on scanning and touching up Mrs. Wada’s photo of her holding an autographed CD and with her favorite Japanese singer. It felt good to be doing that because, although a small task, I felt productive for once. I actually ended up touching up the photo for hours to make it look just right. It was a good way to reacquaint myself with PhotoShop again. Working on the photo made me want to draw even more than I had been feeling lately, so I grabbed photos I had taken in the past of flowers and scanned them in and messed with them, so that when I printed them out in grayscale, they’d make good reference photos for paintings. While I did this, I let Fishbone out again when I knew Dad was gone, and listened to Dido loud. Sometimes I found myself singing along too, which I found amusing since I’m usually too self-conscious to do that.
Around maybe 9 or 10pm, Kathy called to ask if I would like to go to the Elephant Bar with her and Carlo to get some dessert. I declined because I still felt a little queasy and didn’t want to spend time away from what I considered working on a drawing. She understood, but I think Carlo was disappointed; he really wanted the coffee ice cream mud pie… Later around 11pm, Mom came to see the photo of Mrs. Wada. She was very pleased with it, which made me feel good too. She said dinner was ready and I should eat something. I told her I’d be there in a few minutes, but once I got back into messing with the photos, I lost track of time. I did eventually eat, but quickly went back upstairs to work on the photos some more. Unfortunately, Seri wanted to sleep at 1:30am (she ahs a 7:30am class), so I quit what I was doing. Something to look forward to for tomorrow :) I’m especially looking forward to drawing the Gerba daisies and Angel’s trumpet flowers. I might be able to do camellia paintings too. Oops, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself!
I have 2.5 rolls of film I took during the San Luis Obispo trip that I want to develop. There should be some photos in there that I can use for drawings :) I hope the photos of the brown pelicans turn out okay.
Oh, some mundane stuff I also did today: pay my credit card bill, write a note to De Anza College to let them know I do NOT owe them any money, filled out a survey for Survey of America, and write a $10 donation check to Natural Resources Defense Council to help stop “President” George W. Bush from drilling in Alaska (got Mom to sign the petition too). That guy is such a pain in the ass!!