Up to? Clearly not “much.”
It’s my life, like I’m used to it. Or else you’d probably “know me” anyway.
But what have I been down to? (Subtle fix? No?)
The work I did on improving (IMHO) my WIP intro last fucking winter, is not all that mentionable right now, since it’s almost next fucking winter. It’s also just an intro and it can’t be complete without a small amount of new vocal flair I haven’t recorded yet – for sure, at least. I’ve only done sound/record testing, which was still inconclusive.
That means I did start working on my new potential speudo-studio in my current space. Much to do and on a dime, while struggling with my brain’s whim-moods and up/down life. Ah, I’ll be OK.
To quote myself from what I just wrote for the (new/current) home page “status:”
Honesty time: I suck at getting certain “shit” done! I’m also totally solo playing a computer, not an instrument. It’s hard in here. ;-P
It’s not like there’s NO good excuse though…
- Apartment hunt and moving (un-packing, decorating, etc.):
While I’m not going to give out a ton of personal info, I can actually say I’ve accomplished things here. It was an unusually long hunt (trying to stay in Mass although certain conditions made CT “seem” like the option, sorry CT). Then a move, and I’ve grown into a person who can actually clean up, keep tidy and fucking decorate “like a boss” (a Martha Stewart / magazine-cover bitch-boss!).
The interior design photos did not turn out as well as reality. Makes sense, but so annoying.
That is (neat, un-disgusting yet still rebelliously feminist) until I blow my back out while crafting, painting artsy stuff, or simply playing with my toys like a kid. (Yes we can*, kiddies, but note I did my chores first!)
Then it can still go to shit for a while, just like when I get a
bad now-typical period and want everything to just get fucked.
Like society, the patriarchy, “grown-up” foods, “healthy eating,” “working out,” PayPal, Google “one login” and all shared social logins. *Charlie Brown argh*
That caption reminds me…
- I lost weight (note; before Thanksgiving):
OK, full bitch-ass disclosure, it actually didn’t take up that much time. Everyone’s different, and I think that is the difficult secret (no “one trick” nopenopenope) to weight loss or healthy blahblah or whatever.
I’m partially more like my old teenaged self; one of those girls you hate. Although, don’t worry, I don’t look it (that thin). I look normal. But I do eat like “a bird,” a bird addicted to cookies and Coca Cola … and birds are pretty round, but you still hate that bird because it’s not that round or getting any bigger, and you’re all, “what the fuck, bird?”
There are a lot of little changes I made that may only work for me, sorry. That out of the way; yes, I actually lost kind of a lot for my height. And the BMI test bot was like, “OK! That’s healthy … but wait, what size pants, bitch? You’re so short; I’ve got my “eye” on you…” Yes, I found a particularly effed-up BMI test with coders who don’t know much about pants (they’re for legs and butts, not waists!). Sigh…
- Other projects:
I did some fashion blogging, some doll-craft stuff, contemplated doing comedy … and practiced general trying to “find myself.” Which is a lie; that merely means trying to make a fucking buck in this ablist, ass-backwards society… But yeah, I did stuff, at least.
That’s a full-time job, with zero benefits. So then I get discouraged and go play dolls.
I also hung/hang with a cute doggie, fams, love, self, books, sweeeet television, and other fab things. Rockin’.
I get to hug this doggie!
Sometimes I think my life is fucking awesome and free … but then I want to buy something, with money.
*Yeah, adults have responsibilities but can reward ourselves with toys or even candy. Yes, there are still consequences. I’m a broke-ass “artist” with bad teeth, so don’t decide to be me just yet. … And brush your teeth; your parent’s are not even kidding.
And, kids, why are you reading this sweary site? Go watch teevee or something…