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Final Fantasy - Peach, Plum, Pear |
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 I've decided that I need to shave my head sometime in the next year or two. There are a few reasons behind this decision:
+ Curiosity. The fact that I don't truly know the shape of my own head is sort of mind boggling. I've had a few short haircuts in my life, but never shaved. I was even born with hair.
+ Maybe I can donate my hair to a good cause. Though it's sort of damaged, what with half of it bleached underneath numerous dye jobs.
+ Low maintenance would be divine. And Adelaide wouldn't be able to 'groom' me anymore.
+ I'm tired of being a 'pretty long-haired girl'. People compliment my hair all the time. I wonder what they would compliment if it were gone? Am I nothing without the hair? Social experiment time.
Last night I had a bizarre and vivid dream. In it there was a still image of a cluster of deformed hands and feet. Some looked arthritic, others like elephant feet but human, and others pudgy and bloated, kind of like baby hands and feet. Some were melting into each other, others completely separate. I decided I needed to paint this, so I began today. We have a 'self portrait' to work on in painting tomorrow; this will be it. It came from my head, so how is it not me? Anyway, I am enjoying it immensely, even though I barely began. And I am being smart and writing down pleasing colour combos for once. I think I will make a habit of doing so.
The free studio space at Concordia for painting 400 students is peeving me off. Every square inch of the floor is squared off into 'territories'. People stick their names on everything, it's ridiculous. I can understand for those who are there a lot of the time, but what really aggravates me are those who take up a shitload of space and equipment (which is just rude and inconsiderate to begin with) but then who are rarely even there. I took a space that claimed it was 'reserved' (as if one can reserve space in a FREE studio), yet had no canvas or painting supplies set up. All I know is that I plan to be painting a lot this year, and I will be doing so in that room. If someone wants to take my in progress canvas down (carefully) and use the space, it's completely fine, but I will be back, is all I'm saying. If I have a melt down I may end up ripping all the so called 'territories' off the ground one night when I am alone. I'll probably be laughing maniacally while doing so.
I bought a beautiful and expensive book today for photo class, as well as paid a lab fee. My wallet hurts.
I always make too much fettuccine. I need to read an article...fold clean laundry.. "Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some:
peach, plum, pear"
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