not fixing that spelling error...
Oct. 27th, 2013 09:57 amMy dad is down stairs telling stories of work he's done. His resume doesn't reflect it however because it will just say he worked sewer and water for 30+ years.
I think I'm disappointed. That knowing how to actually DO things doesn't get anyone a job anymore. People hiring just want the prettiest words, the correct answer to an open ended question, the most confident bullshit.
The most powerless space traveler.
"I chased so many stars I could never go home again"
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Now that I have it done my cactus costume seems very silly. I know the feeling will pass and that it has a lot to do with being done with it. The rush of a finished project, viewed the next morning.
I feel like there is something that I'm suppose to do that expresses what I feel. That I have this weird power and I haven't found the right medium to get it out yet. It did use to be drawing, but it isn't quite right anymore. Or it is but I'm not doing the right part of it. Like one time I got told that what I wanted was dumb or something, and now it's slowly reeling me in so that I don't notice what's happening.
Whatever is reeling had best watch out for the burst damage.
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Not sure if I should go as a cactus to the pumpkin carving party or not. I still have to make noodles for the stew. Maybe pumpkin cookies...
I'm getting overly excited for this day of the dead party next weekend. I know of some of the people who are going to be there, small world after all style. I hope it's cool.
My hands are all sad and dry. Not being super fat in the winter kind of sucks. It's actually cold, my skin is all dried out and I still can't fit my calves into boots. Put that box inside of another box and SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!
I think I'm disappointed. That knowing how to actually DO things doesn't get anyone a job anymore. People hiring just want the prettiest words, the correct answer to an open ended question, the most confident bullshit.
The most powerless space traveler.
"I chased so many stars I could never go home again"
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Now that I have it done my cactus costume seems very silly. I know the feeling will pass and that it has a lot to do with being done with it. The rush of a finished project, viewed the next morning.
I feel like there is something that I'm suppose to do that expresses what I feel. That I have this weird power and I haven't found the right medium to get it out yet. It did use to be drawing, but it isn't quite right anymore. Or it is but I'm not doing the right part of it. Like one time I got told that what I wanted was dumb or something, and now it's slowly reeling me in so that I don't notice what's happening.
Whatever is reeling had best watch out for the burst damage.
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Not sure if I should go as a cactus to the pumpkin carving party or not. I still have to make noodles for the stew. Maybe pumpkin cookies...
I'm getting overly excited for this day of the dead party next weekend. I know of some of the people who are going to be there, small world after all style. I hope it's cool.
My hands are all sad and dry. Not being super fat in the winter kind of sucks. It's actually cold, my skin is all dried out and I still can't fit my calves into boots. Put that box inside of another box and SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!
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