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I have a small quiet not much changes externally stay away from it all sort of life. It's alright I guess, I've just sort of recognized that it's what I've been needing. So when I tell myself that I will be going on a roadtrip and visiting new places and doing lots of interesting things it's sort of impossible to grasp. And if I do grasp it it's more of an oh it's going to be freezing cold, or boring, or awkward, etc, and I'll hate it sort of thing. This says a lot about me. It points large neon arrows that say you should work on this at large areas of my life.
Does anyone know of interesting places off of i-40? Long shot, I know, but hey. Tell me about some really cool place that I need to check out. Bonus points if it involves art.
My etching is- (i really think so at least) finished. It was incredibly stressful towards the end. I had this technique that I wanted to use- it looks exactly like marbling used in handmade paper, but in an etching, and I did test plates- I did three test plates, and they all worked perfectly. I got around to actually doing it on the actual plate, and it failed miserably. I tried multiple times before realizing that the plate was too large to use the technique properly. So on the last day of class I came in with my hair. I got a large quantity of hair cut off six months or so ago and asked to keep it because I thought it would make an excellent softground texture. So I did that, and It was nervewracking and stressful because when you invest five months in something you really want it to look amazing and I'm pretty sure it does. Actually it sort of looks like she's being attacked by some weird tentacled creature but only if you really unfocus your eyes. Since I didn't manage to print an edition of this one my teacher (because she is incredibly nice) is letting me use her personal studio. So after that is done, I will take pictures.
Ridiculous liquor store story- I need to collect these, but this one happened today- We got these new plastic bags in and they are incredibly flimsy. A guy (who when he's in a good mood sexually harasses me, and when he's in a bad mood, is an asshole) bought a two liter soda and a forty and insisted on bagging it with paper then plastic. I told him several times that this was a bad idea and that it would break and that he should just carry it in paper, but he insisted. I shrugged and said "okay but if it breaks don't come back asking for a refund" meant more as a joke but he exploded. He started calling me a dumb stupid bitch, several different variations but all with that same theme- made a child in the store cry- which all culminated in me threatening to call the cops and telling him I would if I saw his face in the store on my shift again. I'm not exactly sure if I'm allowed to do this since he is a regular customer but I don't want to deal with him at all anymore. It's been a long time since I've had a confrontation with a customer- at least one that didn't end with them apologizing- I might have been able to calm him down a little bit better but I'm not my best when I have a sinus infection from hell, am shaking from being yelled at, and shaken by hearing a little kid cry from hearing it. This was less ridiculous and more depressing. Wait, all my liquor store stories are. If most of my job didn't involve getting paid to read books I would really have to think about why I'm still working there.
Oh, and tomorrow's sunday. which means they'll be paying me to bring my laptop to work and watch a movie, because on sunday mornings customers don't really come into the store until about four hours into my shift. Ha. And I just got a raise. See? there are good things about this job. Kind of.

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