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I’m home alone. It feels so fucking nice. I haven’t been feeling like going anywhere. It will at least save people from my complaining about my belly. Also, I don’t really feel welcome where everyone else is. Rachel called to check on me. That was nice of her. It’s not her fault I don’t feel welcome. Doesn’t change the truth, though. Eh, it happens.

I find out tomorrow about that job I supposedly got with GP. The woman seems to be blowing me off every time I call, telling me that it should be Friday, Monday, or Tuesday, depending on the day I call. It doesn’t seem like a company of that size would do that. I suppose I’ll find out. I’ve gotten a lot of calls since I went to this interview and was told I have the job. Some of the interviews I’ve turned down, some I’ve made for after Monday, which she said would be the latest I would know.

Tuesday, I have an interview at a downtown company for a Document Scanning Specialist position. I’ve weaseled all the information I can out of them through email; they don’t have a website. If what I’m thinking is correct, the name is pretty self explanatory and that’s what I’ll be doing. I imagine that could get old pretty quickly. It really all comes down to the job at GP paying more. I’ve never been the type to choose money over happiness, but I’d rather be miserable and be able to afford school than be happy with a dead-end job.

I’ve been trying to get rid of the block in my head. I haven’t created anything digitally in a while, save for the Nikki Stardust thing I made to post on her MySpace comments. I’ve got a few new pages in my sketchbook, but nothing overly creative. I’ve been starting things and then getting up and walking away. I leave it open to that page so I have to see it every time I walk by. I’m always afraid it’s going to go away forever, but I find that I’m usually in need of trying something new when I have creativity block.

I want a recliner! i found a method of meditating that won’t kill my knees. That seems to be my trouble with meditation. Seated fucks with my knees so bad that I think about it too much. I was gonna get a recliner anyway for reading, and now I have another reason. I still would love to participate in group meditation. Oh to live somewhere it exists. Like say Every Tuesday at 7:30PM. Yeah, like there.

Just for fun, a photo of my art desk (freshly painted YAY!) with the open page and a million gazillion art supplies. Oh and a stack of journals and paper samples.

   Warning: This post is all over the place, mirroring my brain exactly.

I’m trying to avoid things that will hurt me. It’s tough. I already had a Dr. Pepper and 3 cups of tea. I’m so bad. So, because of my terrible ways, I’m now enjoying (yeah right) a cup of Alka Seltzer. It seems getting myself addicted to coffee has it’s downfalls. The pain got worse, and now it’s more tolerable, so I assume it’s getting better. I hope so. I’d like to be able to have a cocktail every now and then.

Jon Jon called me tonight. I’ve been stalking him for days, so it was nice to actually get a call. I hear more will follow.Yay! I can’t wait.

I found this awesome list of ideas over at Wish Jar. It’s super inspirational. You can even download it as a PDF. I’m going to make a map of my hand. If I can ever stop drawing pictures of my coffee cups. If I can’t drink out of them, I may as well enjoy them in other ways. I also wrote in my actual paper journal AND in Seth’s journal. I usually only write in my journal when I’m miserable, so that’s a rare and good thing for me. I drew 3 pictures, too. There’s a lot of other awesomeness going on at Keri’s blog, too. check her out?

I’ve been thinking a lot about the soul lately. If anyone has any good reading material on the subject, let me know. I’ve read “Spook” by Mary Roach. It’s good and I recommend it. It’s that type of books/websites I’m looking for.

Camping was fun. I don’t really think it can be called camping, though. There was a fire. We were surrounded by trees. There were stories of big scary animals that might be lurking about. The one thing that was missing was the “roughing it” aspect, which I think is necessary for it to be called camping. The cabin was more comfortable than my house. It was all warm and toasty and there were people everywhere to talk to. The shower had AMAZING water pressure and the hot water lasted for more than 5 minutes. Nicole and Sonny were good hosts. There was coffee every morning. There was breakfast, too, but I just need coffee. And it was there.

I spent yesterday cleaning my kitchen. All justification for me spending the rest of the day painting the writing desk I got months ago. I should have taken a before and after picture, but I didn’t. It was wood with worn brown paint, and now it’s Shasta Daisy. To the untrained eye, it’s basically white. It’s flat wall paint, though. I will be having to get some kind of coating. I also painted this ugly chair I got from a garage sale. It looks WAY better. Like porch furniture for a beach house. It’s unimportant that I don’t even plan to keep this chair. As soon as I get a nice reading chair, it’s going.

Insomkneeacks is officially open. Just in time for my addiction change. Me, Gary, Tiffy(an old friend), Jesse (my cousin), and Robert(her boyfriend) went one night before it was opened. We had no idea. We couldn’t legally buy coffee. We played memory (and cheated) and I sort of learned to play chess from a guy named Don. If it’s true that everyone sucks their first time, then I’m right on track!

There are some new drawings on DA, and photos of the cabin weekend on flickr.

Also, Histerotica  has new posts. Three new posts. Not just one. They’re good.