So just now I had the choice to rent either Captain America or Paul Watson, Eco-Douche.
Yeah, I went with Captain America. I love the boyfriend but he’s at a party right now and so are my parents and dammit, if I’m gonna be home drinking my meals in a WHOLESOME manner, (WHY LIFE ARE YOU DOING THIS) then I’m going to enjoy myself and not make myself furious.
Paul Watson IS a douche, regardless of whether or not he gets shit done and neither my rash nor my t3s will let me summon enough energy to care.
‘sides I’m gonna spend the evening doodling drugged up fan art which will be AWESOME so shut up.
where did my dad go
I really don’t care about this game
It’s wisdom teeth time!
And the pain/fever/swollen lymph nodes are due to a lovely throat infection I’ve developed from said asshole wisdom teeth.
Apparently this means I am prone to sleeping on my face. Attractive, amirite.
So basically I’m out of commission for at least the next week which is only a little brutal due to midterms. MIDTERRRRRMSSS.
It’s been an entertaining illness if nothing else. I anticipate many t3 fueled sketches that will likely be incomprehensible and dumb.
you know. kinda like me at the moment.
Jesus christ I am so tired of being sick you guys.
Two weeks ago (maybe three?) I sprained the muscles surrounding the rib in my back. Then last week Max got sick, then I came down with something - possibly the beginning of this thing - and just two days ago I caught something ELSE. Seriously this is midterms I cannot be sick anymore I have like 24 hours of painting to do and drawing and printmaking and GODDAMIT I WAS SICK LAST WEEK ENOUGH OF THIS.
Also since my mouth on the one side is all swollen and painful I can hardly eat or talk (presumably to the great joy of people around me who would rather I shut up) and the lymph node on the right side of my neck is so swollen I hope it develops a tumor just to prove me right, I don’t know what the hell I’ve got.
It’s gotta be one of the ones with teeth though, or I’m going to be extremely disappointed in life in general.
we now continue to your regularly scheduled spam about art and suchlike.
1. If you work hard, and become successful, it does not necessarily mean you are successful because you worked hard, just as if you are tall with long hair it doesn’t mean you would be a midget if you were bald.
2. “Fortune” is a word for having a lot of money and for having a lot of luck, but that does not mean the word has two definitions.
3. Money is like a child—rarely unaccompanied. When it disappears, look to those who were supposed to be keeping an eye on it while you were at the grocery store. You might also look for someone who has a lot of extra children sitting around, with long, suspicious explanations for how they got there.
4. People who say money doesn’t matter are like people who say cake doesn’t matter—it’s probably because they’ve already had a few slices.
5. There may not be a reason to share your cake. It is, after all, yours. You probably baked it yourself, in an oven of your own construction with ingredients you harvested yourself. It may be possible to keep your entire cake while explaining to any nearby hungry people just how reasonable you are.
6. Nobody wants to fall into a safety net, because it means the structure in which they’ve been living is in a state of collapse and they have no choice but to tumble downwards. However, it beats the alternative.
7. Someone feeling wronged is like someone feeling thirsty. Don’t tell them they aren’t. Sit with them and have a drink.
8. Don’t ask yourself if something is fair. Ask someone else—a stranger in the street, for example.
9. People gathering in the streets feeling wronged tend to be loud, as it is difficult to make oneself heard on the other side of an impressive edifice.
10. It is not always the job of people shouting outside impressive buildings to solve problems. It is often the job of the people inside, who have paper, pens, desks, and an impressive view.
11. Historically, a story about people inside impressive buildings ignoring or even taunting people standing outside shouting at them turns out to be a story with an unhappy ending.
12. If you have a large crowd shouting outside your building, there might not be room for a safety net if you’re the one tumbling down when it collapses.
13. 99 percent is a very large percentage. For instance, easily 99 percent of people want a roof over their heads, food on their tables, and the occasional slice of cake for dessert. Surely an arrangement can be made with that niggling 1 percent who disagree.” —Thirteen Observations made by Lemony Snicket while watching Occupy Wall Street from a Discreet Distance [x]
I don’t wanna do this anymore
enough with this “homework” business
At some point this week I’m going to graffiti the pro-life poster in University station with vinyl stickers or something.
Although as pro-life things go it’s fairly acceptable. It just says “BLOB OF TISSUE? KNOW MORE.” and then a website.
I still fundamentally find it wrong though. My body, my business still stands. (And yes, it is my body - the potential inhabitant of my uterus will still be IN MY UTERUS and if I want to evict the tenant then I’m damn well going to.)
Also people who demonstrate against it should pick a better thing to protest. Occupy wall street, for example, or campaign for aid for some country that needs it because we all have better things to do than listen to pro-lifers bitch about peoples innards.
Related, I have to stop reading the #abortion hashtag when I’m bored, it never ends well.
Follow up on the bus pass incident which I still find odd - going home late last night I took the train. I hadn’t eaten since 11, it was 8:30, I was starving and my sprained rib was in a TON of pain. Clearly, the best of moods.
So of course I get checked again. This time I have my one card. The police officer is THE SAME GUY that gave me hell last time - of course he remembers me, and, in what I presume was meant to be a funny aside, says “oh good, you’ve got your pass. I guess I won’t fine you then!”
NO. No you fucking won’t. I am not breaking any laws and you bringing it up makes me incredibly displeased, especially since you KNOW that I can’t afford that shit and therefore this sounds an awful lot like you attempting to intimidate me, at worst, and at best, imply that it was somehow magically thanks to you that I had my one card.
In the end I didn’t say any of it, I just looked at him until he told me to move along, at which point I curled my lip at him just enough to convey “you jerk” without being overtly rude, and went to go catch the bus.
Then Max greeted me at the bus stop with pizza and I remembered why I love him.