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I made a new wallpaper for DA. It’s kind of creepy. Click it.

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.

I decided against taking the job. I know I would have loved it, but it would have caused too much stress at this point. Also, at any given time, we have a month until we can move, given our month-to-month lease. It just would not have been worth it. Right now, and hopefully for at least a little while, Gary is making enough for us to survive, move, and whatever we need to do. Once we move, we will most definitely need to both be working, though. We’re so accustomed to cheap rent, regular rent will be crazy.

I don’t have my car today. I left it over at Ray’s because it was making a funny noise and it was really too late to be figuring out what it was. So even if I wanted to, I couldn’t go anywhere. Not that I want to, mind you. I’d really just rather stay home in my cold house waiting for Gary and Seth to get here.

I’m going to start a bird project. I think my art/design/fingerpaintings are too all over the place. I want to focus on one subject, though not one medium, for a while. I’m gonna make all kinds of birds. I need to make a list of different styles I want to do them in. I don’t really feel like I’ve developed my style yet. It probably has a lot to do with too much influence.

Awesome Birdhouses

I got a good interview. LASM called me back and I have an interview on Friday. It’s for the children’s exhibit and I really think I’m going to like it if I get it.