| 9:48p |
Oh please, any excuse to eat more ice-cream!
Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of winter: yeah, hot chocolates, baths, woolly clothes, blah blah blah. But right now, I am totally into the sunshine. Isn't it great? During one lunch time this week, while I was wandering around my work 'hood, I ACTUALLY TOOK OFF MY JACKET. That's right: that J.Lo hooded jacket that has been fused onto my body for the past few months actually made me feel hot. NO WAY! Yes, I am somewhat tiring of seeing my breath come out all misty in the morning, and I am tired of wearing a million kazillion layers, and now that I have my third cold of the season, I say BRING ON SUMMER. Bring on skirts without tights, singlets, longer days and THE HOLIDAYS! Please!
Hmmmm, it's been a funny week. I meant to update this dear little site with lots of funny stories, but most of them have escaped my head for the time being. I got really anxious this week. It seems like I hardly ever have time for anything. I noticed that in pretty much everything I do- whether it's eating breakfast, having a shower, working or walking to the bus stop- I seem to be in a rush. I never thought I'd be living the way I'm living now- I never thought I would be working in an office with no windows, feeling bitter and cranky.
So lately, it's all about the weekend. With it being Friday night and all, I feel really relaxed and happy. Usually I'm stressing that I have to go to bed NOW NOW NOW, because I have to wake up at 6am. I know that life could be worse. Maybe I'm complaining too much?
The week before last, I was kind of obsessed with getting serious about acting: you know, getting an agent who will get me better auditions than roles where I am supposed to make out with boys (I rejected that one, obviously) or weight loss ads ($2000 to prance around and pretend I lost heaps of weight...nice money, but how could I lie like that?). Then last week, I really got into this idea that I wanted to work in advertising. Which is interesting, because in my university days, I was all, "I hate McDonald's, I hate anything commercial, money is totally EVIL!" I have learnt, during my 6 months of full-time work, that where ever you work, there is always the desire for profit involved, somehow. This week, I was thinking that maybe I should stay working in the fashion industry and become a stylist or something. What I have realised, though, is that whatever I choose to do, and where ever God leads me, it's gonna take a whole lotta work. And I thought I was done studying when I graduated!
Meanwhile, here's a little list for you that gained a few entries this week:
THINGS I HAVE BEEN BANNED FROM INCLUDING IN PYJAMA DESIGNS, by Carla Gypsygirl.
Introduction: As you may or may not know, part of my job is to design little pictures and/or slogans that go on pyjamas that are sold in chain stores. Unfortunately, the first designs that I did for this part of my job were rather...let's say "edgy". As a result, I now have to be "inspired" by other designs, i.e. I have to copy other people's work. However, this has not stopped me from throwing in a few designs that I think would be cool. These, unfortunately, also get rejected. My boss usually wanders up to my computer and yells, "WE CAN'T PUT THAT ON PYJAMAS!"
Okay, back to the list of rejected designs:
> The slogan "GYMS ARE FOR SISSIES", with an army fatigues-type pattern inside the lettering
> Drawings of really mean-looking Stone Age polar bears with monobrows and massive, massive fangs
> Miniature drawings of dancing skeletons in jester suits (my defence was that Mexican artists often draw pictures of skeletons because they see death as a celebration; my boss didn't believe me, even though I told him to look at Frida Kahlo's work)
Hmmm, that list is a bit shorter than I thought it would be. Anyway, hurrah, it's Saturday tomorrow! Geoff is going to be performing with his band at a street fair, so I'd better go and figure out what I am going to wear. Because, you see, I have a theory that people really DO CARE what the rock star's girlfriend is wearing...or maybe that's just an excuse for me to go and play dress-ups right now. |