This is what life's like right now. It's like someone said, "Hey, HEY! :D Wanna know what it's like to have LITERALLY no time?! :D" (As if I was swimming in free time before >.>;; )
Clearly a bunch of stuff is happening. Additionally, lots of random family stuff, but I suppose that'll have to wait until later to expand on. Just finished some work (thank GOD there's work, though), now there's homework, and I gotta get to bed in like 2 hours. x.x;
Woke up tired today. But also a little excited because they opened up a specialty candy cafe in a mall I frequent.
Then I realized that it was a dream. Awww. ._____.
The dream continuity thing is getting a little ridiculous-- I was doing things in that dream based on last time I dreamed about being there. It's always tiring, because that place is demonic and I always have to overcome some disaster to leave.
I've been looking for this song FOREVER. Finally bought the CD.
So, in transporting the files to my office (with no thumbdrive in sight) here, try it out, if you like: Towa Tei's Latte & Macaron
Sweartagahd I had this song stuck in my head on and off for a year or so, since the first time I heard it. Towa Tei used to be in Dee-Lite, but after they broke up he went back to Japan I think. Blahblahblah, Shibuya-kei DJ, and such. This song was made for Aibos named (gasp) Latte, and Macaron. :3
I haven't been interacting with people online so much outside of DeviantArt, because after working I hate being chained to computers nowadays.
Ugh, maybe I'm ultimately sick of online communities. 90% is dick-sucking just to have a friggin conversation with people who otherwise don't give most the time of day because of 10 million grabasses who clamor for popularity via strategic friendships and page hits. Eh, it's probably the heart of human interaction. Been getting an amount of private messages that start with, "hey, how's it going" and then finally when they're comfortable "hey, can you draw me a..." It's so transparent; don't they realize how much so? I don't even try to converse anymore because of this. I wonder if it's possible to even talk to people who don't talk to me out of hopes to get something from me beyond a laugh, etc.
I like giving my friends pics over people I met four days ago, and it's not like I have the time to even finish all the gifts I wanna give to people I actually care about. Tired of feeling like my company is only worth someone's time just because the other person can get a sketch out of it. Are the more skilled artists just harder to treat like this? :p Fuck.
In related thoughts, I'm contemplating selling commissions, but as someone who is unused to paying money for a drawing I'm not sure where to start and don't have a process outlined. Guess it's a matter or research. (And I totally have Kunou's pic on the brain, btw. XD; )
FUCK YOU WINDOWS AUTOMATIC UPDATE FORCE-RESTART THAT FROZE FUCKING PAINTER AS THE FILE WAS SAVING AND CORRUPTED IT AUUUUUUUUUUGH DIE~~ FUCKER FUCKER FUCKER~
There are days when I have such contempt for my job that I will spend the day stewing in my own anger at myself for having things like a car payment and credit card bills. I wouldn't be spending money and stupidly burying myself in bills if I didn't make any. I wouldn't be paying for shit like income taxes (still don't understand why mine are always higher than everyone else's) if I didn't make any money.
Kind of a stupid notion, I suppose. I also wouldn't have the freedom to do things like traveling... which I actually don't do much of because every day I don't work means I lose a shitload of money. >.<
...fuck. I'm gonna go rob a bank. Ehh, I shouldn't complain, I make good money. Maybe there's just something else in my life that I'm tired of and can't figure out what that is. I need a fresh start somewhere. Something is wrong or missing.
I want a studio. :| A room somewhere, where I can keep all of my reference books and manga, drawing supplies, sketchbooks, a drawing table, that DOESN'T have shitty flourescent lighting. And I'd have to have one of those office chairs that are big and squishy and will tip back so that you can take naps in them (not the shitty ones where you have to make a conscious effort to push down and hold, either, one that will do it on its own. :E).
I've been wrestling with a picture on and off for two/three weeks now, and for the longest time couldn't push myself to continue past the original underpainting/sketch/whatever it is. I didn't realize it but it's getting so close now. Lately I've had this insatiable urge to just drop everything and finish it, and as a result I've lost a lot of sleep (again). It makes me feel distracted and disconnected from everything going on; all I want to do is hide somewhere and work on this thing and then work on more pictures and not be bothered. When I think about that and what happened this weekend I realized that I've been a bit snippy when anyone has tried to speak with me in person. Didn't mean to be. I usually save the rude behavior for idiot strangers and other people I openly despise. An apology would be kinda meaningless here as nearly nobody who is affected will be reading this anyway.
Company A faxes us some text that needs to go on their web site. The text is obviously printed from some Word document, yet they choose to fax instead of email.
They're paying $65/hour for a web developer to be a typist.
