Every one of them is a lie.

For some reason, I can't stop repeating in my head the line "electricity lies" (Buffy season 5, "Crush." Yes, we all know I'm a nerd).
Maybe I find something poetic about it, or obsessive.
Or maybe it's because I watched "Zardoz" tonight and, having never taken hallucinogenic drugs, am not familiar with the sort of thoughts I've been having this evening.

Lost in transition.

Change is definitely a good thing. I'm all for change. However, lately, my life seems like it's just non-stop change and I'm barely keeping up.

I've been toying with whether I want this to be a personal blog or a professional one. I'm trying on my business clothes, and I'm don't think that what I've been writing is the appropriate attire. However, I think I'll keep this personal; after all, it's called "It builds character." When I feel like it, I can start something about art/museums/exhibits/curating/cataloguing/etc. I'm going to an opening on Friday night and the College Arts Association convention is next week. I'm working on a resumé-style website.
I bought a briefcase and a suit. It's serious.

Then there are days like yesterday and today which make me feel...a bit hopeless. I hardly had anything to eat yesterday morning; I'm supposed to eat before I take one of my 4 medications. I felt like a big cottonball. Then I forgot to take my anti-anxiety medication, and I couldn't sleep until I did because my heart was pumping so hard. When I woke up this morning, I had a terrible headache, my throat hurt, and I felt so weak. I tried getting ready for work as usual, but the feeling of passing out never ceased. So I didn't go to work, even though I have a million things to catch up on. I wonder if I'm capable of having a full time job sometimes. But this is new, and I've been put in a strange position at work. And I'm sick of grad school. I feel like it's holding me back, keeping me in perpetual adolescence. If it wasn't for my thesis, I'd consider just quitting. The best thing that's happened from it is getting involved in the art museum world.

I am a bum.

Things to do:
Don't do any of the things below, but fall asleep instead.
At least I can still dye my hair.

Yep, that's something I would do.

I set an alarm so that I would be awake for when my briefcase auction ended. But in typical Emily fashion, I just turned it off and went back to sleep (I'm off work today). I later realized with horror what I had done, and sure enough, the auction was over; someone outbid me and I was not there to stop it.

So this will be my new briefcase.



It's the Piel "European" briefcase. My only problem with it is that pocket on the side, but as someone who is always finding her cell phone just after it has stopped ringing, that might not be a bad thing to have. I'm looking forward to being able to check it out in person. There weren't any images of the inside on any website, just lots of description. Hopefully, I'll be happy with it.

Things to do:
Dye hair.
Do laundry.
Make Valentine's Day card. (Decided not to go with a red-headed pinup girl)

...what...?

I wanted to make a cute Valentine's Day card for my boyfriend. He likes red heads. I was looking at thumbnails of Vargas pinup girls, clicked on this one...
...wow. I don't even know what to say...other than that she may be visiting me tonight in the form of a nightmare.

I <3 Joseph Mallord William Turner.

I saw these images in class tonight...incredible.

Hannibal and His Army Crossing the Alps, 1812


Slavers Throwing Overboard the Dead and Dying, 1840

Talk about ahead of his time. These could have been painted 100 years or more later.

It will be mine.

Oh yes, it will be mine.

I've decided that having a really nice suitcase will make me act more professionally at work. Once I beat the pulp out of the other guy for this baby on eBay, we'll put that theory to the test.
I'm guessing I'll still do things like make jokes at the wrong time and taking up the boss's offer to party after he leaves while we're still open to the public. But at least I'll look really snazzy.



These shoes will make me more professional, too. And a new suit. Right?

Steve French.

This is my new favorite tv show. It's Canadian and takes place in a trailer park, focusing on three friends and their (usually illegal) money-making schemes, with other assorted characters thrown in for hijinks such as the white rapper J-Roc, the drunk park manager Mr. Lahey and his ex-prostitute boyfriend Randy. It's shot documentary style.
My favorite character is Bubbles who wears coke-bottle glasses and takes care of all the cats in the park. In this episode, we meet a special kitty named "Steve French." Enjoy!

P.S. Be forewarned that the F word is used with great frequency.