The Real Post(poned)
WARNING: a whole lotta *ish to say.
*sigh* Hump day. My weeks are straight grindwork, which seems endless. I guess it's because time is only measured by this womans work and her attempt to balance the imeasurable. I get home and breathe on humpday usually. And yes I will refer to Wednesday as hump day cause lawd knows my mind has managed to be in the gutter. Devoid of the abysmal depth I have been infamous for or rather I have made thus much.
*inhale*
I let my shoulders colapse cause there is no weight on them for a hot minute. But soon Ill be stressing about what to cook, what to clean and how I'm gonna make myself sleep and counteract this exhaustion.
I finished another self portrait this morning at about 2 AM. Yes, it would be vanity if the topic was self perscribed. Another assignment knocked out. And as I looked at the 20x30 drawing of me on the wall of 17 others I was kinda weirded to look at me looking at me...and really Im sick of looking at me. I'll post it but not now. Drawing II has become my favorite class. It's totally the teacher that seems to have the knack to inspire all but a couple of people in the class to try, to believe they can draw something exactly (or close to it) as we would see it. Render. I want to render life more than ever, maybe just in a different way. Professor McKinnon is inspiring. His enthusiasm is contagious. His effortless patience is dumbfounding. As hard as it is and the hours donated resulting in supreme exhaustion are so rewarding. I wish more professors and teachers were like him, the world could be so different (litterally and interpretively).
*rubbing hands together*
I went on a friggin date last friday. Well a half date. I tricked into a convo with the chef at my favorite sushi spot cause I couldn't sit at my normal post by the window. So I got trapped at the bar. Interesting enough bruhman was like where's your daughter? So and so one...FFWD...He's like come through, I gotta work but Ill sit down with you, grub on me. I abliged, FREE SUSHI...aww hells yeah. It was peace but don't do a date wile folks is half working...*buzzer blares* wrong answer. The food was absolutely divine. Taste as beautiful as it looked. The company was distracted *screws up face*. blah blah blah talk to bruh later and why he had to muss it all up. Dudes, word to the wise, DO NOT INVITE YOURSELF TO A SISTAHS HOUSE. ESPECIALLY AT A QUESTIONABLE HOUR. *shaking head* WTF I LOOK LIKE??? Lawd I'll stop the series of unfortunate events right there. I smell a suspect miles away. But damn the potential was almost there. I can't help but to
BOOO00omoving on...
I'm gonna save my creole red story for another day.
(((voucher good for one raincheck)))
2date
I get a call. "You need to pick up the connect." (a local paper with all the hap's n such in it). So I do as I'm told and what do I see but one of my little ditties published. It was type weird. I'm conflicted by mixed emotions. On one hand I'm surprised to see my name in print by no action of my own. Then I'm a little displaced because I've had this lingering issue from some time ago be completely shattered by the convicted themself, totally unsolicited and expected. Then I'm a lil disturbed cause as a writer I love the control I have over what an audience is privy to. I feed off it I think. I enjoy selecting who is gonna read what and that power was redirected or morelike employed by forces beyond my knowledge. It was interesting seeing something written for personal reasons on display. My ass flappin in the wind. But I remembered that it was a poem and poems are encrypted feelings and statements...I then returned to saftey. *cringing* It was a subtle and nourishing surprise.
oh yeah theres more...just a little.
I wrote a letter to God today. I can't tell you what I said. But the action felt good.
I saw
THIS(<--- click that) and it made me think, I wanna be God(des)s' not as cute twin.
allthaticansaytoday.
