happyfish: (rainbows)
Crit for my paper project went well. I like working with paper, I should maybe do that more. If I have time, which is doubtful. Next project is the survival garment. Going to make a hoodie that zips up the front of the hood, so I can pretend to hide in public. It's amusing, because I'm quite sure that if I suddenly zipped my hood over my face in public, it would attract more attention, not less, but I'm going to work that into the piece. Oh irony. Might make it out of camo fabric, too. We'll see. I want to do something vaguely steampunk for the wunderkammen project. Steampunk makes me wish I knew how to work with metal, or at least knew sculpture techniques more. I'm still almost disappointed that my so-called sculpture 101 class never even tried to teach us the basics of sculpture, but whatever.

Show's on Thursday. You're all invited. By which I mean, come to the show, damnit. It's going to be good. Friday I have class, and then I'm going over to Laura's to learn how to be stand-in secretary for MYN. Red's birthday party on Saturday (must finish his present), and then the board meeting on Sunday.

Not even stressed, but I might make brownies today.  mmm...brownies.

I've started a list of goals I want to accomplish over the next five years, with things such as 'start hormones,' 'move out,' and 'get my own loom.' I'm actually really excited about this. I've never really thought ahead for more than a week or so, but I want to start getting things in order so I can accomplish things that go towards my practice, or save up for things that I want and actually get them. I think my life will be less haphazard if I have goals to continuously work towards, and, I mean, who doesn't like goals?

Cut for TMI. No seriously. )

Still happy, though. Maybe I've been hit in the face with an invisible calming pie in my sleep for the past while. Now I want to read Girl Genius again...

happyfish: (Winter)
Had my final final crit today for my Into to Weaving class. All that's left is to hand in my digital pics of my prints on Thursday and to do whatever clean-up tasks that Bret assigns us. I hope to God someone cleans out the scoop-coaters with steel wool, because they've had little bits of dried up emulsion in them for half the semester, and it's disgusting. I also hope to God that person isn't me. Not that I won't do it, it'll just suck. Especially because I did my best to make sure the dratted things were clean.
I'm making a doctor's appointment with the doctors from SAIT hopefully tomorrow. I'm pretty sure that I'm lactose intolerant, but I don't know if it's just  that or if there's something else. And I'm sick of feeling like crap. So. We'll see how that goes. Milk's in a lot of things. I never realized it before.
It was actually kind of sad to clean out the weaving studio today. It seemed so lonely and un-lived-in when we were done. Weaving was definitely my favourite class of the term. Silkscreening was fun, but evil, and ACAD200 was just evil. Mackenzie winked at me again before I left for the day. *shakes head*

What am I supposed to do with all this free time? Seriously! I've already cleaned and played the piano, and I don't have to make many more Christmas presents. Maybe I'll play Guitar Hero. Hrm.

Also, anyone want to go sledding?

um. fuck?

Nov. 26th, 2008 04:14 pm
happyfish: (Screaming Violet)
  1. One week in order to assemble the written portion of my final ACAD200 project.
  2. Eight days until my final print is due. Ten colours, and I have to re-do the emulsion because I did my positives wrong.
  3. Twelve days to finish my weaving. All three of them. And my compu-dobby piece.
  4. Chrysalis every Friday from now until the 12th of December.
  5. Misc Youth is having their AGM this Saturday. I was going to work on school stuff, hoping that the silk-screening studio would be open. Instead I get to sit around for hours and watch drama unfold.

And I wonder why I have troubles sleeping?

oh gods. Two weeks left. But I have to survive them in order to rest afterwards.

Anyway, off to go re-emulsify my screen.
happyfish: (Hamlet's LJ entry)
It's 8:30. I'm drinking a huge mug of tea (caffeinated) because I think I've hit over-exhaustion and I'm in this strange place where I'm too tired to do anything, including sleep. And there are so many things I need to do. Thoughts like that make me wonder if I'm more stressed out than I'm letting myself believe.

Things are going pretty well, really. I'm managing to not procrastinate on any of my projects, I've got a plan for the next couple of weeks that involves me getting enough sleep and me-time whilst still managing to meet all of my deadlines. My Print instructor says I can leave early on Thursday, which means I don't have to worry about getting all of my Fake Mustache things to school.

I feel so un-stressed right now. Just really tired. Zombie-tired. Braaaiins...

I need to call my therapist and start seeing her again. It'd probably be a good idea for my transition. I've concluded after the summer that I really actually want to transition. I mean, chances are, I'd be comfortable with my body if it were just me and I didn't have to deal with other people ever. But I do. Stupid people.

Corrected Mackenzie (my Fibre instructor) when he used the wrong pronouns today. No big deal. He winked at me later. It was amusing. He's one of the few instructor's I've had that I can imagine being colleagues with after graduation.

I kind of want to get this t-shirt. I wish I'd seen it in time to get it before the election. Although I suppose wearing it while voting would be a really bad idea. Amusing, though.

Alright, I think the caffeine is starting to kick in. I'm off to go bleach my hair.

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