fire drill

we had one today while i was in the darkroom printing. i looked around. i thought maybe i spilled chemicals. or left a door open. or blew up a light table. but no. it was just a fire drill. then later, we were debating my age and Matt was so bewildered at how old i was that he lost track of time on development and completely screwed up his print. poor Matt.

the weather is clearing up around here and i couldn't be happier. i even cleaned the car. and debated going for a run. but i've settled on homework and oatmeal cookies. i'm such an exercise enthusiast. maybe, eventually, i'll catch up with Mel's bad habits. but probably not.

Marybeth, i've been putting together a little package for you. you know, the usual. CD, candy, fairy wand, and maxi pads. i think i even threw in toothpicks. yeah, you're gonna love it.

watched Vanity Fair this weekend. (and two hours of the SuperBowl, shame on me). It was a very visually appealing movie and well done, good actors, but i just didn't agree with the storyline. perhaps not a just enough ending...

fabulous

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who wouldn't hire me? i'm fabulous. or at least i play the part in my designer black turtleneck.

no more denial

hi. my name is cheri, and i'm a shopoholic.

this morning

i have an 'interview' with an ad agency in town. hopefully they'll throw some work my way and i can make a little bit of money that i seem to be spending like water on school. so i just printed out the directions, off to take a shower, and then try on 3 or 4 different outfits until i can find that perfect professional/artist mix. the one thing i hate about these things is the money issue. i know what i want to get, but if i state my demands and they're too high, i lose out on the opportunity and i hate missed opportunities. i always hope they just have a set amount, like at Burger King. you make this much, let us know if you're willing to do it, yaddy yaddy.

on a side note, if this doesn't work out, i'm hoping to put some business cards over at an art store. we know the owner, he's a pretty nice guy, even had us over for dinner, so hopefully he'll be cool with that. also, i have a friend who's putting my name in with a couple of the big photographers in town. she saw my photos and thought i might make a good assistant. we'll see. i'm not as concerned about work now, as i will be in the summer when i'm only taking a few classes.

anyway, i had a dream lastnight involving my doctor, and my proffessor. just goes to show who i've been spending all my time with. ugh.

school daze

today i saw two separate men with one arm each. i found that odd. not that they were missing arms, but that there were two of them. i wonder if they were twins.
mohawk man decided to shave it off last week and now admits to missing it.
i learned more html coding.
yesterday i played in the snow with my husband and kicked his ass. "faceplant"
i just pulled out 11 eyebrow hairs.
we went to the outlets over the weekend and i bought a peacoat that is actually my size.
i wasted my time watching "catwoman". it was a 2 hour long Revlon commercial. i rented it for free, and even then, it wasn't worth it.
make that 12 eyebrow hairs.
i got a parking ticket on campus for 20 bucks. i appealed it. 20 bucks is a lot, man. that's like 2 1/2 whole organic chickens.
i need to remember to water my bamboo plants.
not working is awesome. just in case any of you were wondering.

Take with food

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i'm such a good patient. the doctors promise i won't be crazy anymore. but really, what do doctors know?

dear diary

day number 7,843.
weight: 104
addictions: shoes

lifted today for the first time in, oh, about 3 weeks. bought two pair of $3 shoes at Target. ecstatic. learned i am a size 5 in children's shoes. when informed by my doctor that i had to take antibiotics for the next week, she spent 5 minutes emphasizing the fact that i CANNOT drink while taking the medication or i will surely puke. then i spent 20 seconds explaining to her that i don't puke, i mean, drink. always wondered how one would gain a career at stores such as Staples or Best Buy when they are far beyond the age of part time jobs or college or getting a date. also think one should be able to sue the responsible party when the sun does not appear for entire weeks. as soon as i find out who the exact bastard is, i'm calling my lawyers. am debating finding the local library and perhaps in fact, becoming a member. now that i am a poor college student i cannot afford to waste my money on books at Barnes & Nobles when it's obvious that the mooney should be wasted at Target or a fun store of my choosing. also, believe the ideology of the woman cook to be completely wrong. men are used to handling meat and dirt. it's clearly their responsibility. i'm going on strike.

So...

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i sat down his weekend and decided to sketch a little. It's been a while, but this is what i came up with. She has a big forehead.

when will i be loved

still too sick and exhausted to do nearly anything. that's why i'm back at work full time and heading to class for four hours right afterwards. but tomorrow, i'll have time to rest, sleep, and most importantly cut my toenails. also, tomorrow is my last day of work. this is all snowballing, but i'm keeping a positive outlook for this coming year. part of me will miss sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours a day but part of me can't wait to be hands-on and be more artisticly involved with classes. and the other bit of me can't wait to buy those warm nuts from that street vendor.

feeling hot hot hot.

Well, i thought i could do it. Go back to work for a full day and then head to my four hour class afterwards, but i'm too tired. So tired. I need a nap. And i think i complain too much, so i'll stop here.

Today i quit my dead-end loser job. I feel great. Poor, but great.

Is it a thousand degrees in here or is it just me?