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Here I am sitting at my desk again
- looking for inspiration to start my day of cutting up graphics
in photoshop and fireworks and making little buttons for insanely
boring clients. Loneranger
totally made my day by emailing me asking for yesterday's
lentil soup recipe…
I've been cruising for jobs
on the internet and I'm cursing myself that I wasn't
more focussed when I left school and studied something that
would be actually useful to my life and career. However -
I did have a lot of fun at art school and doing all the associated
art-school drop-out type things. So it's not all regrets.
Besides, the internet was practically unheard of when I first
left high-school and had it ever occurred to me that such
a thing as "human computer interaction" course existed, there
is now way I would have ever thought about enrolling.
My dream job is still at Vivid
but I am yet to find someone in their ranks who hasn't
graduated.
Special K has just told me that she's
been searching for my diary typing in bits of conversation
that we've had as search key-words! No luck thankfully
- and for some reason she thought my secret name was libbyloo
- so no luck there either.
I've had a boring BORING day.
V-dub came and saved me from total button-cutting-photoshop-dreariness
around four, and we went for coffee where we gossiped outrageously
and then went and spent way too much money. I bought the latest
Bust magazine, which, from what I can tell from the cover,
is all about body image. I should get a copy for Special-K
for xmas as she has just started a violent (eg. Going to the
doctor tonight with a sprained wrist) gym-going habit, and
says she's really in to it apart from the feeling that
she's giving in to the body-beautiful thing.
Was it a really whole year ago that
we were in Canada? Unbelievable. Christmas here is really
a breeze compared to over there. Hardly any bad muzak, no
christmas lights in windows or on roofs and no church (yay!
At least, no church for my family, I can't speak for
every Australian…). I don't think I'd even tasted
turkey until last year and it really sucked. This year we'll
sit in the back yard and drink a lot of champagne in a very
low-key, drunken kind of way. I usually spend most of the
day asleep or playing video games.
Can I really use New Year's
Eve as an excuse to buy a dress? I realise I don't
have one single dress. What if I suddenly had to go to some
formal thing - I'd probably have to shave under my arms!
The horror!
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