work hard play hard

Ooooh wow, have I gotten busy. But I've been both busy and productive. So when I actually get play-time, I apparently play hard. At first I was kind of upset when I would realize certain things after the fact, but now I'm just like whatev. You're only young once and things have a way of working themselves out the way they are supposed to be. I'm so much a believer of balance and how things naturally even themselves out, so I'm going to be unconcerned about my sometimes wild behavior and believe that things will turn out the way they should. And really, if my antics were one of my friends I would just laugh. We've all been there right?

oh, also

I've apparently gone blog crazy and just cannot get enough of it. But that's what happens when I'm doing graphics work and I'm on my computer. But that's not what I was going to say.

Here is what I was going to say:

1. Weirdly, everywhere I go lately, in the bathroom there is milk & honey handsoap.

2. I hate it when people cram their bodies into clothes that are too small. The person might not even be overweight (although more often than not, they are), but they definitely look waaay overweight when they try to cram their ass into a pair of tiny shorts that are 2 sizes too small.

3. Mikey's room is full of other people's art. So if you want to do an art exchange with me, I am totally down. I'll trade some of my prints I've been doing for something of yours.

And that's all for now kidlets! Shorty wanna be a thug... no not really.

seriously?

it's probably too late/early in the day to be this candid, but i'll share with you anyway

So I got into a work zone, but I still didn't finish everything. And I'm still awake. And I'm trying to send some of the files off, but they are apparently massive and won't send so I'm annoyed, but possibly too tired to try again right now.

In other thoughts, I was thinking about how sometimes I just jabber away and I do all this talking, but sometimes end up not saying what I really want to say, or say some convoluted version of what I want to say, or say what I want to say, but then get nervous about the person I'm talking to's reaction and somehow manage to turn everything all around so the person has no idea about what is actually true. This happens a lot when I can't tell what the person I'm with is thinking. And when I've had a little too much to drink. This also occurs with doing as well as saying. Like my gut reaction is to do a certain thing, but I hesitate, because I'm not totally certain of the situation or the person I'm with. Is this a bad thing? I'm not sure, because people say look before you leap, but also carpe diem... I think I'll try to stop hesitating. But sometimes I just freeze up. I don't think anyone can tell though, because I'll seem to be behaving perfectly naturally, but it's automatic and on the inside I'm all shit shit shit just do what you want to do or say what you want to say! But I'm frozen.

bah humbug

Somehow I didn't get started on the stuff I had to do until 10:30pm-ish. I thought I'd be able to go to a movie for my Sunday relaxation fix and then jump right into work, but instead I went to a movie and then took a 3 hour nap. Then I ate food, talked on the phone for a while, and THEN started working. Oy. Now I'm hungry again, but instead of eating or continuing work, apparently I'm blogging. Ok, now I feel guilty, I gotta go.

what i did and what i have to do

Dude. Last night saw the fireworks by the Stone Arch Bridge then went to the 10 Second Film festival where my girlfriend was freaking out about her ex-boyfriend hosting the whole damn thing so we had to leave after 20 of the films (there were 100). We were feeling kinda buzzed then, & headed back to uptown. Discovered my friend was breaking up with her boyfriend that night, which I had been advocating for months btw. So a long night was about to get longer. Went to the Indy, ate ahi tuna and jalapeno cream cheese wontons. Nom nom. Started to get really really tired, but had to wait for the breakup friend. Met some white-hat type boys wearing matching outfits. Ok, they weren't matching exactly, but pretty damn close. Lame-o. Leah started talking to this really really sexy latino looking guy. They took Lindsey Lohan shots (red headed sluts with a "coke" back, ha). I finally got to go home and sleep, then had to wake up for my 9:30am screenprinting class. Fun class, but not so fun waking up.

Now I'm in between the class and having to go close at Stella's tonight, which means I won't get to come back home until a little after 2am. Not that I'm complaining. Ok wait wait, I am complaining, I don't want to close. Tomorrow I have to finish a tri-fold brochure for my bro and the upcoming trade show, plus I have to complete the first drafts of the bathroom ads. I need to harness all of my discipline and ignore my innate desire for hardcore procrastination.

In other news, I found a super awesome apartment on 27th & Hennepin. I can start moving in Aug. 1st, I'm sooo stoked about it! Still gonna try to do the last minute thing to Lollapalooza and Chicago tho, we'll see what the financial and work situation is at the end of the month.

Now, I think I'm gonna take a quick nap before I have to go into work. Sorry if this blog was boring and not funny or interesting, but I'm tired. :P

late night thoughts

Sometimes the itunes section "Just for You" spits out some really good music. And it's just for me.

I have to find a new apartment to move into by Sept. 1st. My apartment got new owners and after my lease is up the price of living here goes up to a ridiculous amount for what I'm getting. They also want me to pay $25 per month per cat. Cha! Yeah right :P I'm hoping to find a 2 bedroom around $700. Even though I'll still be living alone, it'd be nice to have an extra room and the extra space. So help a sista out and find me a new home!! (Between lake street and 25th, no farther east than Emerson, hardwood flooring preferred)

Speaking of kittens, mine in particular, I'm thinking of buying those little glue on nail caps for my little darlings. Well at least for Yumi, as much as I'm pretty unconcerned about the scratches, it's a bit ridiculous to be a walking poster child for cutters around the world :P

Strawberry shakes from McDonald's cannot be beat.

Everybody go buy the book "He and She - A Wedding Story" for anyone you know that's getting married. And then buy all the cute stuff that goes with it. BUY BUY BUY! Spend that rebate check!!

I want you to want me.