Well, fancy seeing you here.

I've been not writing as of late, and it's come to my attention that it isn't a good thing. Even if I'm worried that my blathering on about nonsensical, everyday life is dull to readers/followers/whatever, it's still somewhat therapeutic for me to do it anyway. Plus, getting over the fact that I'm the only one entertained by my ramblings helps me to be less insecure and self-conscious, so there's that, too.

Everything has changed, but it seems it's for the better. I only have a year of school left for my BA, and then a bajillion years until I have my PhD, so so I figured the smart thing to do would be to stop taking classes altogether and just work. Actually, that wasn't my first choice. But the whole "winning the lottery so I can stay in school and not be forced to get a full-time job" thing didn't really pan out. However, I really enjoy my new-ish job, and I love the people I'm surrounded by every day, so I suppose I'll have to find a way to finish school during non-school hours once I'm ready to move forward in that process.

Speaking of the new job, it's stellar. I get to do graphic design that's far too advanced for me (and pull that shit off, if I may say so myself), I get to wear yoga pants and tank tops if I so desire, I don't have to get there until 10ish every morning, and I'm surrounded by liberal, creative, like-minded people 95% of the time. I can see myself becoming an integral part of this business in the next year, and just never leaving (well, by "never leaving" I mean "staying for at least another 10+ years, until starting my own practice").

Other than that, life has been fairly steady. The boyfriend is great. Wait, have I mentioned the boyfriend? Has it been so long since I've written anything that no one knows of The Boyfriend? Well, we met and started dating in August. We had an instant spark, we're totally in love, blah blah fairy tale ramblings blah. Of course, the relationship has its occasional rocky moments, but those just tell me that it's a real relationship. People that are out to use you or take advantage of you rarely allow for disagreements. So, you know, mild occasional bickering is a good thing. It proves that you aren't being courted by a scam artist that has mistaken you for the daughter of a business mogul or heiress to a laundromat fortune, or something.

Anyway, that's where things are now. And things are good.

P.S. I'm taking bets on how long I manage to keep this thing updated regularly.

We're painting the roses red, we're painting the roses red!

You know that part in the beginning of Alice in Wonderland (the real one, from 1951) when Alice falls down the rabbit hole, and she finds herself bored because her skirt puffs out and allows her to lazily float to the ground? Well, I've been feeling like Alice lately, but more like a pants-wearing Alice. Everything is rushing around me, and I find myself regretting my metaphorical attire more and more each day.

It probably doesn't help that I'm currently making a giant Alice in Wonderland homage for a friend of mine. I've been nose-deep in the images from the Disney film. It's nostalgic, though. And I've forgotten how much I freaking LOVE some of the creatures from the movie. My all time favorite, though, has to be the broom-faced dog. What a brilliant concept. Was the dog all Disney, or was he in Through the Looking Glass, too?

Aside from the Alice piece, I have more art to work on that usual. Actually, that's not true. Classes have been out for a week or so, so the time I would usually spend on projects for my drawing class, I now spend on other miscellaneous work. **Shameless plug: That being said, I'm always looking for new art to make, and have incredibly reasonable pricing for commissioned pieces. If you're interested, drop me an email and we'll figure out how to go things.**

I managed to finish up my finals unscathed, and now I'm keeping busy with my silly, creative nonsense and with some serious job hunting. I'm not wildly fond of job hunting (I know, I know, everyone usually LOVES job hunting... hahaha), but it has to happen. School resumes in August, and my social life, hopefully, will resume once I find some steady income. I have a few bartending interviews lined up, so things are moving in a positive direction, I suppose (a negative direction being something like being charged with a felony, or losing an important limb, or finding out your face is going to melt off over the course of the next 30 days).

I'm going to post some art in the next week or so. It isn't only because of my shameless plug (though, well, that is partially why), but because I'm also an horrendous show-off. Because I'm terribly talented. And modest, too, probably not.

Love to all most ....

Elfor, the LandStander (He STANDS. On LAND.)

Does anyone else love and miss Home Movies? I would be more upset about the lack of new episodes, but for the fact that I find Metalocalypse to be far more awesome, and Brendon can only do so many things at once. It's like if my giant dog had to quit loafing around my house, drooling, leaning on everyone, and barking at invisible pedestrians in order to go be a bad-ass, metal, Great Dane rockstar while also creating a hysterical cartoon about even more hardcore, rocker Danes that live satirical, extravagant lives.

Or, you know, something like that.

Other than watching Home Movie reruns and pondering Lucy's rocker Halloween costume (you have to plan that shit early when it comes to dressing up dogs... they just don't get the whole concept behind "Halloween costumes", I guess), I've been buried in school work. I love my classes this semester, but there's just SO MUCH INFORMATION. I feel like you would feel if handed a giant, old-school Webster's dictionary and told that you were going to have a test on A-J in two weeks. As much as you may love vocabulary, there's NO WAY to learn ALL OF THOSE WORDS in two weeks (especially while trying to learn about the same amount of crap in two other classes, and creating hours worth of art for the third).

So yes. That's what's up.

Also, my dreams have been so horribly off the wall, lately, and I have no idea why. I'm equating it to stress. I tend to have pretty awful dreams, anyway, so it isn't so outlandish to think that my mind has grown tired of the boring, normal bad dreams and is looking to replace them with something more creative (damn me and my creative brains).

My last horrific dream was of a POW in a desert, who was having his face melted off. I'm not talking cheesy, Poltergeist-esque face melting, either (because that shit was great... especially when I was FAR too young to see something like that, and my dad explained to me how they did the special effects using sculpy and a plastic skull with quarter-machine eyeballs we had laying around the house). It was intense, and FAR more realistic (at least, as far as I can tell, having never actually seen a face being melted off of a skull).

I wonder what kind of bizarre secrets the human subconscious holds. I like to think that the moronic, hopeless people I encounter on an almost daily basis have every potential to be functioning members of society, if only they could learn to tap into their subconscious as much as the creative, intelligent, informed, open people I try to associate with.

Thoughts? Perspective? What kinds of dreams do you have on a regular basis? What do you attribute them to?

Love to all. I'm going to go study for a quiz tomorrow, try to write some music, and continue my oddly-timed pondering of the human psyche.