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my fingers look funny
Tuesday, 16 December 2003 01:03For a gal that's out of work, I sure have been working my ass off. My fingertips look really strange from all the painting, sculpting, and gift wrapping I've been doing since Thursday.
Sunday I invited a friend over and coated pretzels in chocolate for the first time EVER. They turned out pretty good. I should have made a lot more, but I think both of us were running out of inclination. That, and I think we were starting to eat more than we packaged. Not complaining -- they were delicious.
I covered two frames last week, and today finished covering one small tin with polymer clay. They were pretty much experiments that turned out alright. Whether I liked them or not SOMEbody was going to get a gift-wrapped one. Two down, eight to go. Not sure if I'll continue on the tins, though. Keeping fingerprints off the clay was a real pain in the ass.
This week's band practice almost isn't. I realize everyone has a life and all, but I get frustrated with all the postponed and skipped practices. I wonder if we'll end up one of those studio-only bands. I hope not. Only one of us has the software, and he's a big bossyhead about it. After all the weight I have struggled to lose this year (almost 15 pounds!) I am going to get on a goddamn stage at least once.
non sequitur: I WANT FRENCH FRIES. NOW, PLEASE.
Well, it's time for bed. Tuesday means more clay, a little bit of vacuuming, and some errands. I'm so fucking tired I could sleep in my sports bra.
Sunday I invited a friend over and coated pretzels in chocolate for the first time EVER. They turned out pretty good. I should have made a lot more, but I think both of us were running out of inclination. That, and I think we were starting to eat more than we packaged. Not complaining -- they were delicious.
I covered two frames last week, and today finished covering one small tin with polymer clay. They were pretty much experiments that turned out alright. Whether I liked them or not SOMEbody was going to get a gift-wrapped one. Two down, eight to go. Not sure if I'll continue on the tins, though. Keeping fingerprints off the clay was a real pain in the ass.
This week's band practice almost isn't. I realize everyone has a life and all, but I get frustrated with all the postponed and skipped practices. I wonder if we'll end up one of those studio-only bands. I hope not. Only one of us has the software, and he's a big bossyhead about it. After all the weight I have struggled to lose this year (almost 15 pounds!) I am going to get on a goddamn stage at least once.
non sequitur: I WANT FRENCH FRIES. NOW, PLEASE.
Well, it's time for bed. Tuesday means more clay, a little bit of vacuuming, and some errands. I'm so fucking tired I could sleep in my sports bra.
