I have a talent for calling people up at highly inconvenient times. It rather sucks.
Need... human... contact...
And not the family kinda that speaks in Tagalog/Ilocano.
I've also figured out that all of the women in this family have some sort of OCD. So, for the next month and a half dad and I will have to live with four semi-testy females. Yeesh.
People wonder why I don't relate to guys as well... Why? The fact is blatantly obvious.
Hrm. No one's on AIM too. This is going to suck.
I've been working on my pieces due for that art competition and for my Studio AP class but... my eyes are tired at the moment. I need to get eye drops so I can work into the wee small hours of the morning. I haven't drawn anything from life in at least a month so I know that skill needs severe refreshening. My painting technique (specifically oil, but acrylic is getting there too) is getting far better, but I need to let things dry for weeks or so. Blech.
Oh, and I've lost reference photos for half of the canvases in my room. Shite.
So, the computer is situated in the corner of the family room while the females of the household are watching this badly home-made dvd of old photos and cheesy ballads. It's rather annoying.
I need a car to get out of this damn house. Or I could always go for a walk. Hmm... think I can manage walking all the way to Rainbow Library?
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