Sittin' in the undergrad library, since the wireless network at the Towers seems to be quite the lame, and has been since yesterday afternoon. I was initially worried it might've been something amiss with my own computer, but it's just fine here. No worries then; I'm leaving tonight anyhow, right after Drawing.
I have been given, nay, branded with eight hours of work on Black Friday. Eleven to Seven. I am not sure how to feel about this, as it is my first time working retail on such a horrible day. And in a mall, no less. But we shall see. Perhaps I will be the aforementioned 'line buster', who simply walks up and down the line trying to soothe the grating nerves of impatient guests (who really shouldn't be so impatient; they KNOW what they're in for if they dare leave their homes on such a day). Had I started work at 4AM, I would have gotten free mouse ears (but it's 4AM, so.). That's okay; I get a Pirates of the Caribbean shirt. I can deal.
Little sister Katie and I went up to Davison Auditorium and saw Jakey's father play in Fiddler on the Roof on Saturday. He was lovely, as expected, and there were a few others that were decent, but the dancing. Oh, the dancing. It was incredibly dry, haha. I can't expect Radio City from community theatre, of course. And those Russians needed to loose a few pounds before doing those dances.
I did get a chance to talk to Mrs. Powers post-performance, in which she informed me that Jakey is currently in a bare apartment with a stool and a deflated air mattress. She says that Mr., Jordan, and she shall be driving out there on Thanksgiving to buy him a bed and spend the holiday with him. That's nice; I can only imagine how lonesome it must be for him, all the way out of state, by himself. WITH A STOOL. ): I will have to acquire his address so that I may send him cheerful things.
I had a mind that I was going to design Momma's Christmas cards as well, but it is becoming apparent that it just won't happen. She sends these things out too early (to piss off my Godmother), and I don't have the confidence to do so. I had a great idea for the card, too; Balthazaar, Malchior, and Caspar in the evening, charting the stars, dressed so finely, with turbans (not that I enjoy drawing turbans or anything). Sigh. I might just draw it for fun anyway; the Feast of the Epiphany is all the way in January anyhow, and perhaps that will have some sort of value to it. To whom, I don't know. Maybe just me? That is fine. I need to find the time to be satisfied with my work.
Ah, so. I'm going to need a show of
comments as to who is going to be wantin' a card and some doodles. There are those among you who shall be receiving such things regardless of your response, as I may or may not live to torment you with my semi-consistent badgering. But still. If you haven't made it clear you'd like a little something, please just let me know. I can ask for your contact stuff more candidly if I need it. The Blacklistfallenmoon
, and radical_jojo
(if I can find your home address)
The design I made for my cards actually pleases me, and I hope everyone likes it. I'm only hoping I have enough stock envelopes for the card paper I'll be using to print them from my shitty home printer (let there be a fresh color cartridge, oh Lord, please).
Lastly, I need a bit of input. I am currently in the midst of selecting background for my final exam for Life Drawing. It involves putting myself in context, and I wanted to use something with columns or church architecture. Because it's pretty. And doesn't involve grass.
Here's a few I've started collecting--12345
I think I am going to decide between 2 and 5 (rotating the angle, of course, so everything isn't askew). But I'd like to know what everyone else things. I've got about 3 1/2 weeks to work on this, and they say the longest part is just deciding what direction to choose. I guess I'm asking what one looks like it'd turn out best in charcoals with my ugly self stuck somewhere in it, haha. Clothed. Because my teacher isn't crazy.
I close with 46% battery power. Back to see if the 'net situation at the Towers has been remedied. And to wait impatiently for class to come, so that I may finally go home for Thanksgiving.