Weekend of lazy and awesome.
I love it.
toooootally empty house, since the roomies are in Atlanta (OMG MOLLY, I MISS YOUR MUSK.) but i've been gladly filling up my time with last minute artiness getting set for prints to take to previously mentioned con, and all around doing nothing. it's fan-fucking-tastic. X)
aside from the very lonely and needy cats. christ.
the spn season premiere was fabulous. yay for angels, and yay for new stuff. have been trying so INCREDIBLY HARD ever since then to ignore/tolerate every fucktwat and their fanbuddy quoting angel shit online from wikipedia, but then, it's not like books are readily available anymore, right? or, ya know, credible sources, or maybe some actual research or old school impossibilities like that. *facepalm* srsly. srsly? no.
it's like a train wreck tho, i can't stop seeing it.
anywho, s4 show? good.
crazy, random, batshit fandom? bad.
oh, speaking of random. So Dan and I were in Claires today (yes, claires) and the three cashiers were all talking amongst themselves and apparently grossing each other out. a conversation of which i missed, but happened to see the aftermath of. Dan caught it, however, and i was amused by the conversation that followed when i asked him what happened.
me: So i'm curious what the hell grossed her out so much. was it really that bad? she looked green.
D: well, yah, they were talking about burn victims.
me: that's it? srsly?
me: no really, we're not talking about how serious it is, but how gross. i mean, was it specific? cause it really depends on the burn as to what kind of gross this means here...
D: what, do you have a stomach of IRON or something!?
me: well, think about it. i mean, was it a second degree or a third? was it bad enough to need a skin graft? a small area like a hand or a large one like the whole abdominal cavity? Was it enough to sever nerves? burn away muscle and veins? maybe even something deep enough to go to the bone and prevent re-growth?
me: and that doesn't even begin to touch any kind of infection...
D: you're not invited to my birthday anymore.
hahaha X) i had such a healthy upbringing.
in related news, while at said Mall, i picked up a bottle of blue hair dye which i'm totally planning on playing with sometime soon. maybe even tomorrow :O! nothing dramatic, but fun nonetheless. i've been wanting to put color back in my hair for awhile now.
Friday was...man, i dunno what to call it. Isaac and I (the other EPA captain) were given the opportunity to take a class at a nearby place in tysons in order to get more info and learnin on Illustrator. We went right for the advanced class with the hopes of learning more in order to teach others on our teams, and it was all sprung on us at the last minute like, the day before. regardless, we go without much of a problem.
first off, holy crap, Nina was teaching it. lol. however, she was pretty sick that day and ended up going home after about an hour. so they got this other guy instead.
after that tho? man. I thought Isaac was gonna throw himself out a window, we were that bored. nothing against the teacher, in fact he was a really nice guy and a decent teacher, but we both knew pretty much -everything- he went through. by the time 3 o'clock rolled around, i'd about had it. Isaac was crawling in his seat by noon.
It just surprised me more than anything else. I mean, have we really gone through everything there is to know of the program? that couldn't possibly be, yet that's what it feels like.
Still, on the plus side, it pulled me out of my drawing rut since i kept myself sane by doodling.
which the teacher ended up asking me if he could see and complimented them, haha. ballpoint pen mess that it is. he had a good sense of humor, and was a freelance illustrator himself.
I am not looking forward to the prospect of a photoshop class in the future, unfortunately :( i fear the same might happen, despite how much i'd love to see if there's more to learn.
annnywho, going to see 'Burn after reading' tonight at tysons :3 happy saturday all!