| 12:05p |
"Alice replied, very politely, 'Being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'"
I think that one of the hardest things about having finished my major project is having to keep motivating myself to do design work. Yesterday, it felt like my world was spinning around me- everything was so busy. I found myself lying on my stomach on my bed, closing my eyes, and trying to make everything stop whirling around. The main thought that runs through my mind is, "You have to stop." I totally conked out last night. I'm usually a very light sleeper, but I awoke this morning with the realisation that I'd probably slept in the same position the entire night.
The labour is becoming a lot sweeter, though. Yesterday afternoon, my sister came back from her exam (she had an exam after her UTS interview! Yuck!) and told me that she'd bought me a present. "Do you want me to wrap it?" she asked me. Of course I didn't, so she dashed off to get it. Then she came into my room again with one hand behind her back, and sat on a tiny bare spot on my bed (the rest is usually covered in drawings, clothes, books and these ridiculous star-shaped pillows). She then began to talk about how much she appreciated me helping her this year with everything- with her fashion design, with her UTS interview, with "God stuff". She said that I was inspiring, and that she loved how I was always looking out for her. By then I was getting really scared, because I was afraid that she had gone and spent a whole lot of money on me. Then she stuck her hand out, and I was right! I let out a little scream and turned my head away, with my hands covering my face. She'd bought me a bottle of Lolita Lempicka perfume, and there it was in her hand, in its bright green box! It was so lovely of her. She knew that I was going to buy some for myself after my project was over, but as I knew I ought to buy myself something practical, I ended up getting my pink Cons instead. And Sonya always has a love of luxury and glamour. I know she works really hard to earn money (she practically lives in the black clothes and pointy heels she has to wear for Oroton), and I think that it was so nice of her to spend it on me. I think that it is always so humbling that she admires me, because I think so much of her. She is always so positive and energetic and sociable, plus she has such a lot of common sense that I so greatly lack. Lolita Lempicka is a gorgeous scent- very fresh and strange and artistic. Its base is liquorice water. And now I shall always think of her as I spray it.
I spent last night working on some illustrations for Lucia. I really ought to figure out how to post pictures here, so you can see them. She works as a freelance designer for the Marion Street Theatre, and they are having a production of "Alice in Wonderland", and they wanted an illustration-based ad campaign. Advertising for theatre productions is one of the only forms of advertising I approve of, so I was happy to oblige. Plus, I love Lewis Carrol and children- really, this is a dream job! I enjoyed working on it very much- I felt quite re-invigorated. It was most enjoyable flicking through the book, and coming up with drawings that were different from the usual Disney thing.
I also cut my hair a little last night- only the front, though. Cutting my own hair always cheers me up. Now I've got this little fringey thing that flops into my eyes. I miss having hair that spikes out a little and falls into my face. I stayed up too late reading "I Capture the Castle"... I think that Cassandra and I are quite alike. We are both always analysing our feelings and thinking rather rapturously about ordinary things. |