| 7:57p |
a simple saturday?
I think that doing some work and realising that things could be worse shook me out of my poo-poo blues. It's not much fun being down. I still had my book cover to work on last night, and I found that after I began working on it, I began to feel much better. I think that sometimes, instead of sitting around and thinking of how bored I am, I should just get up and do something. Because once you start doing something, you engage with it, and then your brain starts working.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon, at around ten past five, my mobile phone range. After locating it beneath a pile of drawings and tubes of paint on my bed, I found my teacher Andrew on the other end of the line. He called to warn me about my binder. He said that my binder had stuffed up ANOTHER one of my friend's major projects (that makes four projects he has ruined!), and that I really ought to visit the binder's again to emphasise that if they had better not do anything wrong to MY baby. Andrew is such an awesome teacher. I totally admire how he took the time to call me and tell me that. He has given me so much confidence as a designer. I am constantly amazed at how he can tune into anyone's thought process. Anyway, that phone call so freaked me out! So this morning, before my shift began at work, I hightailed it to the city with my dad. My dad is still somewhat attached to Glebe, and he had an appointment at the dentist's there at nine in the morning, so I had about an hour to wander around before the binder's opened. It was quite a pleasant morning, looking around at the Glebe markets before the crowds came, and telling myself not to buy another dilapidated second-hand book until I could afford it. Though it was hard to relax- in my mind, I was trying to figure out what to say to my binder. What would I say: "Hi, you ruined my friend's major project, can you please not ruin mine"? As it turns out, the binder was really nice about everything. I think he figured out that Andrew had sent us all in to check up on our stuff, because the binder kept reassuring me that as long as my pages were in order when I gave them to him, then he wouldn't mess with them. I saw the embryo of my book- the pages were glued and stitched together, but there was no cover. It looked pretty cute. And all of the pages were in order! Hurrah! So I had nothing to worry about! God is so good. I was surprised at how the book looked- sort of like a mini-magazine. But I'll re-evaluate my opinion when I get a proper look at it.
Work was loads of fun- I feel like I'm on a different planet when I'm not stressed. The sun shines and everything looks rosy! I even thought that the rainy afternoon was absolutely splendid and romantic. The conversation topics at work were this:
> Carla's poll: should she cut her hair short again or not? (3 no, 2 yes)
> Why did we stop calling Senthu "Selwyn"? Because he responded by calling Kate "Avril" (it was the tie), and she was offended.
> Who can Senthu/Selwyn's new imaginary girlfriend be? He just dumped Beyonce, "because she keeps flashing me". I said that he should have an Australian girlfriend, and nominated Delta Goodrem. Selwyn was quite pleased with that.
> Was Delta's hair at the ARIA's real hair or a wig?
Other cool things:
> I got to speak to Meg properly for the first time in weeks! I love her! We might be going on a road trip!
> Sonya says that the boy I like reminds her of Michael Moscovitz! What more could a girl hope for?
> I kind of cut my hair again- there's shorter bits happening, but mostly it's just rockier. |