go go go!
AIEEEEE! I go go go go go go go!
It all starts with dartmouth sending my parents a stupid newsletter thingy (absolute idiots)
I burned a couple pages before deciding that it wasn't worth the effort or the smoke inhalation
Then, well then I cried, and I was ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY hating a lot of people and myself on the side.
Then (and don't make fun of my psychology) I sublimated my angry energy and completely disassembled the garden shed. I was thinking that it would make a nice little studio, though now I'm kinda like "whoa, what do you mean the garage was built with the intention of being a jewelry studio?" Apparantly it's wired all to hell and has all the power one would ever need to run everything from a casting oven to a glass oven or a pottery kiln. The possibilities! The main impediment to those dreams are, well, my dad who can't throw things out and is using the garage as a storage space for useless junk, and then there's the difficulty of getting him to leave town long enough to clean out the garage... or trying to convince him to clean it out. Both nearly insurmountable obstacles.
Anyway, the garden shed is now empty and much of that crap is in the garage, though the painting stuff just ended up outside on one of the sets of shelves I removed from the shed. All the shelves are filled in the garage, all billion of them.... The shed's all hosed down now and I'm waiting for it to dry so I can paint it tomorrow. Wish there was a giant blow dryer around here somewhere, because now I've run out of things to do and I don't want to stop, I want to go go go go go go! I cleaned the kitchen. I told my dad that if he couldn't organize the stuff I wanted to throw away he wouldn't be allowed to keep it. I also told him that organizing it required more than putting the bucket of junk into some corner of the garage. Someone has got to be organized in this family and today (and tomorrow, and further days) it's me! I really wish there was some way to organize the fruit in the kitchen. there's a lot, y'see, including two melons and like 4 tomatoes and a bunch of fairly small peaches which are actually quite tasty.
My body feels tired-sore and it's kinda nice.
Tomorrow I'm going to the glass store I found online and seeing if I can't put my paws on all the ingredients for a basic sand-blasting studio. Or I could just screw all of this self-restraint and get myself a SUPER set of equipment because I think I could dream up ways to etch glass until forever. Tomorrow.
maybe I'll sleep tonight
It all starts with dartmouth sending my parents a stupid newsletter thingy (absolute idiots)
I burned a couple pages before deciding that it wasn't worth the effort or the smoke inhalation
Then, well then I cried, and I was ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY hating a lot of people and myself on the side.
Then (and don't make fun of my psychology) I sublimated my angry energy and completely disassembled the garden shed. I was thinking that it would make a nice little studio, though now I'm kinda like "whoa, what do you mean the garage was built with the intention of being a jewelry studio?" Apparantly it's wired all to hell and has all the power one would ever need to run everything from a casting oven to a glass oven or a pottery kiln. The possibilities! The main impediment to those dreams are, well, my dad who can't throw things out and is using the garage as a storage space for useless junk, and then there's the difficulty of getting him to leave town long enough to clean out the garage... or trying to convince him to clean it out. Both nearly insurmountable obstacles.
Anyway, the garden shed is now empty and much of that crap is in the garage, though the painting stuff just ended up outside on one of the sets of shelves I removed from the shed. All the shelves are filled in the garage, all billion of them.... The shed's all hosed down now and I'm waiting for it to dry so I can paint it tomorrow. Wish there was a giant blow dryer around here somewhere, because now I've run out of things to do and I don't want to stop, I want to go go go go go go! I cleaned the kitchen. I told my dad that if he couldn't organize the stuff I wanted to throw away he wouldn't be allowed to keep it. I also told him that organizing it required more than putting the bucket of junk into some corner of the garage. Someone has got to be organized in this family and today (and tomorrow, and further days) it's me! I really wish there was some way to organize the fruit in the kitchen. there's a lot, y'see, including two melons and like 4 tomatoes and a bunch of fairly small peaches which are actually quite tasty.
My body feels tired-sore and it's kinda nice.
Tomorrow I'm going to the glass store I found online and seeing if I can't put my paws on all the ingredients for a basic sand-blasting studio. Or I could just screw all of this self-restraint and get myself a SUPER set of equipment because I think I could dream up ways to etch glass until forever. Tomorrow.
maybe I'll sleep tonight