i do, in fact, have a distillers song stuck in my head that i used to crank when i was a youth.
i hate that the time i best formulate blogs and such is when i am using the bathroom. usually, by the time i am put together enough to finally sit and write (i am much like a man in that i enjoy relaxing and enjoying my stay in there), most of the key elements are skewed and not quite as interesting or pertinent to the original idea i had. either way, i have philosophical monologues with myself as i relieve myself. i can’t be the only one and this might not even be that bizarre.
however, i think a female speaking about it seems a abnormal and, to some even, repugnant. anyone who knows about human biology should know by now that girls do poop. we also fart. i burp a lot as well.
anyway, back on the subject matter that i am skillfully trying to recollect as i speak of these unmentionables.
i decided to put myself out there and offer to make some art for a lung cancer non-profit cocktail dinner in november. i don’t know why i did it. i think because if i give myself an unavoidable deadline, that i will find inspiration even if it kills me, which isn’t something i look forward to happening. i think i have some ideas of what i will do, and i think it will mostly mean me bringing back my vectoring abilities to the forefront. i haven’t done anything in a few months aside from a sketch that i’d been doodling around with for a few days for someone’s mix cd.
i always say i want to get better at art. my issue isn’t my attention span anymore, but rather that it seems like there is always something more important to do. with the next week free, i hope to actually get some sketches, at minimum, done. when i have free time between all the homework i’ve gotten, i’ve either been doing laundry, catching up with cleaning or going out with friends. i’m sure a lot of time i have is wasted just surfing the internet. maybe even blogging as i am currently doing (i’m at my office though and do have a valid excuse).
i am going to have to postpone buying my books for this semester for a few weeks. i really didn’t want to have to put but i can’t afford to front the money to buy them. hopefully my professors don’t try to beat me up over this. i don’t want black eyes. especially not from professors. i hear they get feisty. i’m enrolled in cultural anthropology, intro to bio (lab) and writing about non-fic. everybody told me oh cassandra! don’t take writing about non-fic! you’ll hate it! blah blah blah! but truth be told, i prefer non-fiction and writing about factual things rather than fiction. instinctively, it was a better choice. sorry bros and bro-ettes.
now to be upset about the ketosis that is seeping up my esophagus. before you begin crying to the authorities or my friends/family, i am not suffering an e.d. i get ketosis mere hours after not eating. i’ve been trying to eat unhealthily lately, to be honest. i am starting to lose more weight from eating right so i am attempting to slow down the process as i am nearing my goal at an alarming rate and haven’t really got any idea how to maintain it other than eating more junk food. i intend on starting to exercise to tone myself up. junk food is my only option! PLUS IT IS SO GOOD SOMETIMES.