Drunken Rant #014
So, I made this video to go alone with my sorrowful post about editing and being drunk at the same time, but Vimeo has recently adapted to a paying mode that has made it freebie mode rather shantastic, so I have to wait until whenever the hell to wait until my eighteen second video post is ready to watch. Fucking hell. I’d call total bullshit if I didn’t understand how the wold totally worked and I wasn’t all anal about finishing the last of my drink.
And well, I’ve no idea how the fuck I embed videos from this site, so I guess this forty minute wait was a complete waste after all. And Sarah, I don’t know if you received the first chapter of my novel yet, but I really am waiting for your reply. I don’t know many people who really know how to to critique. You can say all the shit you want about my work. I am just looking forward to hearing from you.
And as for everyone else, there’s some large-sized news coming up. I can’t spoil it just yet.
Busy, Doing Nothing
Man alive, I’ve been busy in a not so productive way. I’ve been doing a lot of editing, I realize, only I didn’t actually know how much work I’d been doing, because the fact is, when you sit in front of a computer all day, no matter how much work you actually get done, you feel like absolute crap.
And that’s been me for the past week or so.
I brought in the first chapter of my novel to work for all of my coworkers to read, and thus far the responses have been good. They want to read more, and so I’ve decided to bring in a new chapter every Thursday, as a nod to the old serial novels that used to be printed in magazines.
However, I do miss hearing some real critique. I miss having people tell me something other than, “I thought it was really good.” This is why I miss that creative writing class I took. People weren’t afraid to tell you what was shit in your story. At least, the committed ones weren’t. And, on a more positive side, they told you what was good about your story, and why it worked.
I don’t know. It’s not that I can complain about people telling me that they like my work, or that I’m a good writer; I just miss being pushed, being judged a bit.
Reason Why I Love Jon, #001
Jon found some old liquefied vegetables in the crisper in the fridge. He studied the bags, trying to figure out what those vegetables used to be. I, naturally, freaked out, demanding that he take the Ziploc bags out to the dumpster immediately.
Me: Just take them out to the dumpster, now!
Jon: Jeez, just calm down.
Me: Old food is just so disgusting.
Jon: Why, because something else already ate it? Fungus needs food too!
Inventory: Sunday Morning
Woke up an hour early than expected. 2:30 AM. Lay there for fifteen, then got up, made an omelet breakfast. Watched an episode of The Office, the one where they have the inventory luau. Enjoyed two cups of coffee. Today’s flavour: Gooey Caramel Fudge Brownie. Straightened hair. Did makeup, sans blush and mascara. Put simple outfit together. Set out two cans of sugar-free Red Bull aside in an old plastic bag from the Sahali Liquor Store with a receipt still inside from the purchase of a 1.75 litre bottle of Tanqueray gin. $55.95 with a twenty cent deposit. The cashier of the transaction was Melissa.
I’ve got ten minutes to spare.
Ensemble: Victorian Eighties
I’ve recently purchased myself a rainbow’s worth of coloured tights. Still can’t find any mustard yellow for the life of me, but nevertheless, I’ve been trying to put together outfits with tights that compliment them. Today I also got my shipment of new cardigans from Ruche. The one that I used with this outfit didn’t exactly fit the way that I wanted it to, which was unbuttoned and loose. It was really loose, so I had to button it up and cinch it with a belt. A new look, which I think is alright.
Also, I went to using smaller pictures, because the ones from the previous post just seemed a bit overbearing. You can click on each photo to view it larger in Flickr.
I also badly need to pluck my eyebrows, but I never have that kind of time. Also, I remember once that Ryan told me that he liked the natural look my eyebrows, so for some reason I just never felt the need to bother with them. Eh.
Skirt: Rachael & Chloe
Cardigan: Ruche
Belt: LeChateau
Tights: HUE
Shoes: Strauss
Headband: My Vintage Lolita