This is why I love my town…
I’ve been doodling a lot lately.
Ta da?
Lie in.
Nice leisurely run with the dog.
Lock self in studio until I’ve got my christmas making list done (might have bitten off more than I can chew…)
Eat chocolate.
But no. I notice my mother keeps using “we” when talking about going to church tomorrow.
I don’t do church. Even at Christmas and Easter I don’t go any more. Haven’t for years. The only time you get me into a church is if it’s a concert of some sort, and/or there is the promise of silly Christmas songs and mulled wine, and even then it’s grudgingly.
It’s not that I’m one of those rampant, angry atheists - I just think there are much better things I could be doing with my time. Even though I’m old enough to know better, and I’m long past the days when an hour feels like a never-ending age, just the mention of church brings back claustrophobic, lifeless stretches of mind-numbing, frustrating, bum-numbing boredom. And having to keep a straight face through hymns.
Anyway, turns out I blithely agreed to go to this church thing tomorrow because lunch with friends was promised afterwards, and I must have been feeling hypersocial when asked. Apparently I can’t duck out now, because my special, “gluten-free” lunch has already been sorted out, so crying off isn’t an option.
This is possibly my mother’s most subtle work of emotional blackmail for a while…
So fine. I’m going to church. Plan adjusts so lie-in is scrapped - run will have to be right after I wake up. Tough, but not impossible, but it will be fine so long as I’m out and running by 8.30, right? 9 at the latest…
Dad: So we need to be at the church for 9.30 tomorrow.
…
What? -_-“
9.30 until lunch, I am going to be stuck out of the house. That’s a minimum of three hours, more likely four. WHAT THE EF? WHAT TAKES THAT LONG?! I HAD STUFF TO DO.
Dammit.
So if I want to run, I’m going to have to be up and out by about 7 in the morning to give myself time to recover, shower, eat, ect, and if I want to complete my ‘to make’ list, I’m going to be working until about midnight because I’ll be spending 3-4 sodding hours IN A CHURCH.
So I state this, in far politer terms to my parents, and my dad immediately threw my inability to drive in my face, and is now going “Fine. Don’t come. But people have gone to great effort to make sure you have lunch tomorrow, so, there you go.”
BAH.
I hate you. The one time I truly need you to pull through for me, you fail. Why would you load my emails from mid-july and then go in opposing directions rather than do the logical thing - loading the latest first? You nearly lost me my journey home, you decrepit piece of crap. And don’t go blaming this on me. It’s totally not my own fault for misplacing(losing) my print out ticket, and it’s totally not my fault that I read my new Jennifer Egan book at the gate without getting my ticket in hand first like I usually do, so I had to rummage through my bags for it while following the driver to the coach. If I’d realised I was a piece of very important paper down on arrival, there’s no way I would have loaded it calmly and patiently without shaking you, and hissing “come on come on you useless piece of shit” into your screen. It certainly wouldn’t have helped me avoid having hysterics all over Victoria Coach Station departures and making myself pathetic enough to be let onto the coach anyway. I suppose the driver figured no one could be that desperate to go to Newport - free or not. And as a final insult to injury, as I take my seat on a crowded bus full of perplexed and slightly freaked out passangers (turns out hyperventilating and crying at the same time makes other people nervous. Who knew?) you load the fucking ticket. In record speed. Fuck you very much, phone. Your Owner
If you want to join someone at a table in a cafe, YOU FUCKING ASK.
The only exception to this rule is if it’s really busy AND the person is stone walling you/headphoned up - and even then, it’s still polite to ask.
Any other reason, like the other tables aren’t easily accessible to you, or you need to be by a plug, or even your wanky fung shui beliefs state you have to sit at a certain location whenever you consume caffeine and milk at the same time or whatever the fuck… YOU FREAKING ASK. You don’t just dump your arse down there and then act like the original occupant is the one with the problem.
I’ve lived in London, one of the ‘rudest’ cities in the world (apparently) for five years, and I’ve never had a problem with this before. This morning, not just one, but two jackasses just sit themselves down opposite me without asking. It’s fucking rude! (And no, I didn’t tell them this, because I’m a passive aggressive bitch who can’t handle confrontation…I just wrote ‘RUDE’ in my notebook with arrows pointing to them. I also left my teabag and cup top on the first table I had hi-jacked from me when I moved, but the fucker followed me to put it on my new table) -_-“
It’s not that hard people.
Am I overreacting?
I made metal flowers, and did press folding, and everything worked first time, and I got to use the magic oxidising stuff because the temp teacher was that awesome (it stinks, but it makes copper look AMAZING) and I would post photos, but my mobile tumblr won’t let me :(
That is all.
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For now.
They are coming for your soul…
Just finished my first continuous 30 minute run in about two weeks. It was poking all my dangerzones, running first thing in the morning, having the dog with me, running before having to be at my work experience, and only having a 500ml bottle of water rather than the 750ml leviathan I normally lug around. I ran out of both water and space (never mind the sheep, the bloody cows are back now too! :[ ) but apart from that, it went very smoothly. I wanted to stop after 20 mins (where I usually haul myself to when something goes wrong) but somehow kept going. The only issue was getting my way blocked with less than a minute to go by a little old man and his very bouncy golden retriever. I had to do a little circle back.
All of yesterday, and most of this morning, I have been editing older listings, uploading new ones (you can see them all here if you feel so inclined) and reading the articles from the Etsy Success blog. This has brought me to a blog on personal branding, which has left me with the general reaction of:
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The outside of my sleeve. Colour to come!
Done by May @ Freestyle Tattoo, Canberra Australia.
…So pretty…
