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Mar. 21st, 2016 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWell that was a fuckery of a morning to cap off a non-fuckery but oy what a weekend. Let's see if I can sum this up at all neatly.
Aunt and Elf Lord were out of town this weekend, so after capoeira (during which I was inexplicably exhausted, not just sleepy but flat out muscles no worky exhausted) I dragged my dumb ass over to work and sat at the front counter for a few hours and got my drawing practice in, remembering how much I do love to draw and that I am learning things, yes. And then I went home and the boy and I ended up walking to the comics store without Roomie, who wasn't back yet, and when we got back we remembered to feed Aunt's cat, so we promptly went out again and fed the cat and got us dinner because fuck if I was going to cook at that point it was 6? ish and I had been going since 6 that morning. THE NEXT MORNING I swear I had resolved to spend the next day doing fuck all but no, I woke up at 7 and tossed in a load of laundry and picked up around the couch and did some languages and showered and dressed and made spaghetti and walked up to the store and the LCS (local comics store) to get the tomato sauce I'd used up and get Swords of Sorrow pre-ordered and came back and put away groceries and cycled laundry some more and somewhere in there dishes happened and a load of alfredo sauce, and then I got fed up with everything and did my taxes (don't ask) and the boy cut the chicken and I ran around and cooked it and hauled done laundry up while that happened and picked up around my vanity and I have no idea what the fuck I did to my weekend. Other than fucked it up.
And then I woke up at 5 in the morning and only got broken sleep till 7, which meant I woke up at 7 with a screaming exhaustion headache. Go me.
I really need to remember that this coming weekend should be a weekend, fucksake. Not a run around do all the chores and all of the work and all of the obligations-end.
Work is relatively busy, and I have a list of study things and writing things as long as my arm to get to. So this is going to be a fun day. On the plus side, the tiny shelves (read: spice rack) for my eyeshadows arrived today, along with some scoopulas for the braintwin to sample her shadows with. So I can start putting all my many, many loose powder shadows into something other than a cardboard box. Heh. I also am going to start making lookbooks? Maybe not lookbooks. Taking the pictures I've been taking of me in various shadows and putting them into a folder with the names of the shadows written on, and maybe the lipstick colors too. because.
It's a funny thing and a welcome thing, I'm getting used to taking these selfies and not hating my face in the camera. I don't know how well this will translate to my picture being taken by other people, but I'm slowly getting used to at least this much. Go figure.
Right. I have way, way too much crap to do and way way too little time to do it in. Aggravating. But also the story of my life. I guess we now know when the I'M ON TOP OF THINGS YAY wears off! (I don't feel too far behind, just too pressed for time.)
Aunt and Elf Lord were out of town this weekend, so after capoeira (during which I was inexplicably exhausted, not just sleepy but flat out muscles no worky exhausted) I dragged my dumb ass over to work and sat at the front counter for a few hours and got my drawing practice in, remembering how much I do love to draw and that I am learning things, yes. And then I went home and the boy and I ended up walking to the comics store without Roomie, who wasn't back yet, and when we got back we remembered to feed Aunt's cat, so we promptly went out again and fed the cat and got us dinner because fuck if I was going to cook at that point it was 6? ish and I had been going since 6 that morning. THE NEXT MORNING I swear I had resolved to spend the next day doing fuck all but no, I woke up at 7 and tossed in a load of laundry and picked up around the couch and did some languages and showered and dressed and made spaghetti and walked up to the store and the LCS (local comics store) to get the tomato sauce I'd used up and get Swords of Sorrow pre-ordered and came back and put away groceries and cycled laundry some more and somewhere in there dishes happened and a load of alfredo sauce, and then I got fed up with everything and did my taxes (don't ask) and the boy cut the chicken and I ran around and cooked it and hauled done laundry up while that happened and picked up around my vanity and I have no idea what the fuck I did to my weekend. Other than fucked it up.
And then I woke up at 5 in the morning and only got broken sleep till 7, which meant I woke up at 7 with a screaming exhaustion headache. Go me.
I really need to remember that this coming weekend should be a weekend, fucksake. Not a run around do all the chores and all of the work and all of the obligations-end.
Work is relatively busy, and I have a list of study things and writing things as long as my arm to get to. So this is going to be a fun day. On the plus side, the tiny shelves (read: spice rack) for my eyeshadows arrived today, along with some scoopulas for the braintwin to sample her shadows with. So I can start putting all my many, many loose powder shadows into something other than a cardboard box. Heh. I also am going to start making lookbooks? Maybe not lookbooks. Taking the pictures I've been taking of me in various shadows and putting them into a folder with the names of the shadows written on, and maybe the lipstick colors too. because.
It's a funny thing and a welcome thing, I'm getting used to taking these selfies and not hating my face in the camera. I don't know how well this will translate to my picture being taken by other people, but I'm slowly getting used to at least this much. Go figure.
Right. I have way, way too much crap to do and way way too little time to do it in. Aggravating. But also the story of my life. I guess we now know when the I'M ON TOP OF THINGS YAY wears off! (I don't feel too far behind, just too pressed for time.)