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| Friday, October 7th, 2011 |
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Went to Cheap Joe's today for art supplies. 52 dollars later and I am now the proud owner of these: 2 palette knives (I lose them easily), three brushes and three tubes of paint. I'm very excited about the paint. One is a darker version of my favorite color (and was really really expensive), Naples Yellow Hue. Ever since I found that color, I use it in all of my paintings. Love love love love. So yeah. It is the deeper version of it. It was only in the professional grade oils section. I usually buy student grade because I'm cheap and also have no money but I really liked this one! I refrained from buying the light version. Took a lot of effort let me tell you. I shouldn't go into art stores. Anyway. Also bought two very nice tubes of brown. Brown Madder and Vandyke Brown. I love brown. When you mix it with other paints you can get this really dark and rich color and I just loooove that. I'm a fan of earth tones so I'm surprised I managed to only leave with three tubes. As for the brushes, I think I bought maybe two new brushes back in 2008 when I started painting again. The other brushes are from 2003. So I needed some new ones. I also broke my filbert, and that's the one I primarily use, so definitely needed that. I wanted to buy a canvas and some acrylic paint as well, but I refrained. Too expensive and I wasn't going to use my credit card to pay for the paints. I had 55 bucks in my purse, so I was pretty lucky. But still. Those paintbrushes were expensive! But they should last awhile so that's good. I still have three canvases I can use for paintings but I really liked the shape and size of the one. 8 x 16. I thought it would be a unique shape and would be fun. I'll get it next time. |
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I admit, I am not an avid commenter. There are times when I am commenting on everything, and there are times when I don't comment at all. I think on a journal, removing someone for not commenting on your entries is not a big deal, actually, and I can understand why people do that. I don't do that. Even if you never comment, even if you hardly ever post, I most likely won't delete you, mostly because I find people fascinating (as a person who isn't the biggest fan of others, that could be considered hypocritical I suppose), but I like the fact that with an online journal, we allow people a small look into our lives and let them see that we are actually quite similar to many different people. The one thing I find distasteful is removing friends from Facebook, especially if they are people you know/knew and were/are close to. I had a friend who randomly deleted me from myspace. I no longer have myspace, nor did I really check it, so I didn't care that much. Then he deleted me from Facebook. We were really close and while I admit we hadn't talked for a while, you'd think he'd like to use me for networking, since I had told him that if I ever found out about any graphic design jobs that I couldn't do, I'd send them to him. So it was a bit of a shock when he did that. I sent him a short, very nice message about it, and he told me he randomly cleans up his facebook every once in a while and I shouldn't take it personally. Well, I suppose I shouldn't. That is his choice if he doesn't want to list me as a friend on facebook. It's also my choice not to give him any references when graphic design jobs come my way (which they do from time to time). I think it's completely different when you are friends with someone from high school you haven't talked to since high school, or maybe even earlier, and they remove you from their list. But when my friend from graphic design removed me, stating it was nothing personal and that he just liked to clean up his list from time to time, that just annoyed me. Then again, I do hope he doesn't remove his girlfriend from his list. I would hate to see the wrath of the girlfriend scorned by facebook. It would be quite entertaining, but still scary. So in conclusion, if you like lots of comments from your online journal friends, I am probably not the best person for that. I do try, but I admit, there are times when I have nothing to say. Doesn't mean I'm not reading. There's my little rant/just some information for you to know. :) I do love to read about what goes on in other people's lives. Makes my life seem so...well, I don't know. Just makes it seem like my life is pretty normal, since I see people struggling with stuff that either I have struggled with, or am struggling with. Or may struggle with in the future. :] |
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| Tuesday, September 6th, 2011 |
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 He has been off and on this couch with me all day. I've been here since Saturday. Apparently he forgets who I am and finally decides I'm acceptable. Still. BEST. CAT. EVER. |
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| Tuesday, May 31st, 2011 |
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The mere sense of living is joy enough. - Emily Dickinson It is better to dream your life than to live it, and even though you live it, you will still dream it. - Marcel Proust Why is it that the dreams you find yourself dreaming are nothing like the dreams that you are living? I can see the poise, the confidence, but then it hides in places that I cannot go, and am left standing alone, feeling the meekness and frustration that I thought I banished somewhere else, but alas, I forgot to lock the door. |
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| Friday, December 10th, 2010 |
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( Read more... ) One of my favorite places is Middlebrook, VA. A lovely place, where friends gather for good times and to create art. It seems that the people keep getting younger every year, which is fine, but it is strange as well. You cannot help but compare each visit with the next. One of my favorite things to do there is go to the Blackfriars Playhouse, which is an Elizabethan theatre and they put on Shakespeare plays, as well as others from that era. It gives a whole new light on everything about Shakespeare, because seeing how others interpret the stories is much more interesting than just how you interpret it. Another thing which is fun is that some of the audience sits on the stage itself. How wonderful! The actors interact with the audience in this way, and "They do it with the lights on." Hehe. Last year when I went, two other ladies and I went to pretty much every play we could. It was wonderful. There were a few times where we actually snuck out of "class" and left to do so. I think my favorite was Romeo and Juliet. Quite a funny play, actually. And it was even more fun since I was a part of it since I was sitting on stage. Even had to kiss one of the actors. I blushed quite a bit afterwards, but it was so much fun! I wish I could go up there more often, because I really love that theatre and the people who work there. |
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| Sunday, November 28th, 2010 |
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From 5.18.2010 Seems like I'm trying to write something and I'm not. Words should flow. Should is the most important word in that sentence. Who is behind the iron mask? Facades creep and instruments fail. 1. I have bruises on my knees. Battle scars. One of my veins is bruised too. A mere war wound. Fight to the death where everyone is not. 8pm. 2. I am impossible to clarify. Troubled souls drown in undiscovered depths and ideas come forth with reckless abandon. Selfishness overwhelms people and they cannot see past their own glory. Kindness blossoms in them, but naive surroundings encompass them. There is no fight that cannot be won. There is no ideal that cannot be sought. Frightened voices call out, and saviors reign. Condescending to enable is enough to drive anyone mad. But! Happiness is a virtue one cannot overcome. [When will we learn to take turns?] 3. Who is that man in the iron mask? Who is the old man behind the curtain? Called by true names... How many different people are we? I look at that in frustration. With strangers I am quiet and shy, but with people I know I have no problem speaking. Simple things embarrass. 5.20.2010 My mind flies a mile a minute, trying to think of something, anything, but it really doesn't work. Maybe I'll pass. Do I read, or not? I'm a bit tired of this. Perhaps it is because everyone tries to be clever, to the point that it is absurd. Just write. No one is judging you. Well, no one is judging you a lot. Not all of us are brilliant writers all the time. I realized that last year, and it is a huge relief. Now if I can just accept my faults and realize my potential, life would be just peachy. Bitter, bitter, bitter. But bitterness is nice for a change. I always find it interesting to see what I've written in the past. Sometimes it makes no sense to me now, but I know it made perfect sense when I wrote it. That can be frustrating. Trying to be clever and brilliant is awesome, but when you forget the reason why it is so clever and brilliant, not as much fun. |
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| Thursday, November 18th, 2010 |
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Huge upset today. All the cats were put to sleep. :( We came in to take care of the animals at 7, and found one of the cats lying on the floor of the cage, not moving, barely meowing this harsh, very very sad meow. Anna picked her up, and it was like the cat didn't know how to even hold her head up. Anna put her back in the cage, the cat was ataxic (very unsteady on her feet), and then she kind of plopped back down like it wasn't worth it. I went and grabbed a blanket, and Julie held the cat and tried to call Dr. H. The whole time the cat was just meowing these tiny little meows. I went in to take care one of the dogs, and after I took her out, I went to see how Andrea and Julie were doing. Julie was just holding the cat while she spoke with Dr. H on the phone. I asked her what Dr. H said, and Dr. H had said she'd be there in ten minutes and she would euthanize the cat. Julie later told me she and Andrea were telling the kitty it was ok to go, it should go before Dr. H got there. But the cat was gone even before then (there just wasn't anything there anymore. She was alive, but not there.). There was no pupilary light reflex, temperature wasn't even able to be registered, heartrate 16, etc. I was so surprised that the cat was still alive. Kaylin came in about 7:35, right after Dr. H had put down the cat. Julie told her, and I could see the tears in her eyes. I had to walk away. One of the hardest things for me to deal with is other people crying, mostly because it makes me start crying too. After we finished taking the dogs out and TPRing the rest of the cats (one of the cats had a temp of 107.6, that is not good), class started at 8. First thing Dr. H said was that she would be putting all the cats down today. The ones that were being anesthetized would not be worken up. Devastating. One of the greatest things for all of us at school is knowing that we might've helped an animal find a home and not be euthanized in the shelter. Losing all four cats was a huge blow. And one of the dogs was put to sleep as well. Apparently she had major heartworms, and had an embolism and there was nothing that the group could do. Truthfully, this just makes this week the suckiest week yet. I've been randomly crying after I've turned off the light at night, ready to go to sleep, only to find my mind just wandering to things I don't want to think about, only to find I'm thinking about them and then crying. I don't know why. I think I'm getting to the point that everything is stressing me out and I have this huge weight of responsibility for my group on my shoulders, and while I am a very responsible person, it is very hard to be the leader of the group when you aren't normally. And to top it off, yesterday I got the times confused for my physical therapy and was late and they told me I wasn't able to do it. That upset me even more. I think I'm lucky in that my class has a really great ability to cope with things. We can make jokes, and while that does not mean it hasn't affected us, it makes it a little easier to deal with. I just recently found out that two week ago the cat we had was put to sleep by Dr. H right after the kennel people had finished cleaning and such, and when the animals were supposed to be returned to the shelter. I don't like knowing that. Our cat was really sick, and it was sad, but I would've been happier not knowing he had been put down. He was a really sweet kitty. But I guess all those sweeties are in a better place. I think my biggest problem is that I know, and everyone at school knows, all these animals that we get each week are already sick. They're sick because of all the viruses and bacteria that are living over at the shelter. I don't think people realize that when they turn over their animals. It's like, I don't want to take care of you anymore, so I'll turn you over to a place where the people who work there have been there so long that they don't clean like they did. Then again, we are guilty of the same thing. We learned specific ways to clean, and everyone has been getting lax when it comes to those things. I think that's enough ranting and such. I need to study for this stupid surgery retest, since I didn't pass (BY ONE FRICKING POINT). I think I'm mad at myself about that, though. I have one girl's notes who went through the program and she has the surgery test, and it was almost the exact same test. Talk about depressing. I do well if I can study specific things, like a test. But that's ok. I will pass this test with flying colors! I hope. |
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| Monday, November 15th, 2010 |
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"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken." -Anais Nin
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| Tuesday, January 27th, 2009 |
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| So I've forgotten about this. I shall work on trying to be less forgetful, but I cannot promise that my memory will suddenly come back to life when it comes to my journal. :( Sad, I know. | ||
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| Friday, June 20th, 2008 |
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 I come, I go, I see. The fire within brings a hope that sometimes does not transmit into a truth that one can understand, but it always brings me home. Your transgressions are appalling, but not upsetting. I see orange, not red. Love is something that is never easy, but finding the answers always helps destroy the anger. Your passion is movement, forming seamlessly inside of me, bringing forth ideas that I had thought were lost forever. And now, the light is all but gone, but I still see far enough to finish my deepening habits. |
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| Wednesday, June 11th, 2008 |
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here, nor there. so this is new.
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