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I hate school.
Okay, that's a lie. I love school. Only, here is the thing. I have early morning classes/job. My friends have night classes/job. And apparently my body loves sleep more than it loves my friends because I keep waking up in the morning only to find that I've somehow slept through two phonecalls because my friends tried to get a hold of me after 10:00 at night, and I've already been in bed since 9:00, so that I may wake ::before the sun has risen:: to go walking/jogging, take a shower, and hurry off to class.
LIFE SO HARD.
If I could just subsist on 6 hours of sleep a night instead of 8, the world would be a brighter, more wonderful place. For me, anyway. Since I'd get to speak to my friends.
I miss you guys.
Oh right, speaking of which.
I HAS A JOB.
I'm doing figure modeling. You know, where you stand/sit very still, usually sans clothing, and people draw/paint/sculpt you. I had my first workday last Friday. It went well. The schedule is sporadic for this semester since I signed up late, and I'm now getting mostly jobs from other models' last minute cancellations. The pay is decent. Particularly since my parents are still supporting me through college and I don't actually need the money. Next semester I should get steadier work.
I'm reading Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond. It's really good so far. I'm about 1/2 of the way through.
I haven't had much time for fannish things lately.
I still need to post my companion post to my Geisha vid, an in depth vid review for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keewick's 32, and an audio commentated version of my Dean vid.
My Dean genderfuck fic is 12962 words thus far.
Hmmm, what else?
My sense of taste has gotten bizarrely acute in the past few weeks. Things that tasted perfectly fine before now have strange, sometimes chemical aftertastes. I don't like it at all.permetaform thinks I'm turning into a sentinel.
Which would be awesome except I don't think I can fit Blair Sandburg in my studio apartment.
Note: I did not make that icon. I only really wish I had. Credit toamandathegreat.
Okay, that's a lie. I love school. Only, here is the thing. I have early morning classes/job. My friends have night classes/job. And apparently my body loves sleep more than it loves my friends because I keep waking up in the morning only to find that I've somehow slept through two phonecalls because my friends tried to get a hold of me after 10:00 at night, and I've already been in bed since 9:00, so that I may wake ::before the sun has risen:: to go walking/jogging, take a shower, and hurry off to class.
LIFE SO HARD.
If I could just subsist on 6 hours of sleep a night instead of 8, the world would be a brighter, more wonderful place. For me, anyway. Since I'd get to speak to my friends.
I miss you guys.
Oh right, speaking of which.
I HAS A JOB.
I'm doing figure modeling. You know, where you stand/sit very still, usually sans clothing, and people draw/paint/sculpt you. I had my first workday last Friday. It went well. The schedule is sporadic for this semester since I signed up late, and I'm now getting mostly jobs from other models' last minute cancellations. The pay is decent. Particularly since my parents are still supporting me through college and I don't actually need the money. Next semester I should get steadier work.
I'm reading Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond. It's really good so far. I'm about 1/2 of the way through.
I haven't had much time for fannish things lately.
I still need to post my companion post to my Geisha vid, an in depth vid review for
keewick's 32, and an audio commentated version of my Dean vid.My Dean genderfuck fic is 12962 words thus far.
Hmmm, what else?
My sense of taste has gotten bizarrely acute in the past few weeks. Things that tasted perfectly fine before now have strange, sometimes chemical aftertastes. I don't like it at all.
permetaform thinks I'm turning into a sentinel.Which would be awesome except I don't think I can fit Blair Sandburg in my studio apartment.
Note: I did not make that icon. I only really wish I had. Credit to
amandathegreat.
