I finished my final calender page today. *sigh*
I am, of course, not entirely happy with how everything turned out…the last one I was working on gave me fits and I am not sure I went about coloring/shading the way I should have…I liked the potential better than the finished product…but whatever. It’s done. If you want a copy let me know. Now I can start on some of the other monumentous projects waiting on the horizon, both art and non-art related. And maybe…um…unpack from my trip. (yes, my suitcase is still on the floor of the livingroom. Every once in a while I realize I need something out of it, but it is otherwise untouched.)
Another thing that is (fingers which I still have crossed) done is my financial junk for school. After a couple months of back and forth between me, my mom and my financial advisor, my FA tells me that ‘oh, yeah I reworked your financial status and you’re covered as long as you don’t withdraw or flunk a class’.
*headdesk*
But, despite the frustration of ‘why did you tell me that I couldn’t get more money and why did you make me go through all of this’, YAY!
Also almost done is the book I’m reading…I swear, I keep getting seduced by books that promise things like ‘a touching story of strength full of wry humor that comes of dealing with real life’–books about women trying to deal with the problems in their lives and theoretically come out stronger in the end while having hopefully found true love and learned valuable lessons.
Of course, the problems these women are trying to deal with are invariably of their own making, due to stupidity and/or selfishness, and I always fail to see the humor in their tragic situations, finding them merely depressing and bleak.
Why oh why do I keep hoping that Chick Lit will not disappoint me?
(This particular novel–All We Ever Wanted Was Everything–stars a 
suburban mother and her two daughters going through a divorce. The divorcer is a father that each of the women has at some point idolized but are now all realizing is a selfish, scheming rat who not only left his wife for his best friend but also intentionally bilked his wife out of his huge investment pay-off. The women, in turn, deal with depression, drugs, eating disorders, teen pregnancy and creditors…and all of these problems are mostly brought about because the affected cares too much about what her peers think of her.)
Yeah. Bleak.
Anyway, dinner making is calling, so I’m outie. Later, skaters.
