no, I am ashamed to admit it. but I will.
i don't even gain the slightly more superior status of some sort of Blog Whore.
nothing but a Blog Slut.
eagerly attach myself to the newest and best looking blog. easy, too. and cheap. Free works the best.
Nobody pays me, cuz whores are the ones who make money. They have a career. A "job". And with that, perhaps a shred of self-respect. Where-as, the "slut" mercilessly throws herself at the hottest things. At least groupies have preferences.
So this blog slut has just added one more notch to her keyboard.
And perhaps my personality will stumble on over to that little white box, with the potential of words like these.
but better!
And with more pizzazz! and Uoooommph! And hooplah. Always with the hooplah.
errr... uhh.... featuring CJ (redefined. free of any caffeine-free)
Friday, May 07, 2010
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
5mile radius
just got in from running down to kenaston and back.
sitting in the back of a car, with whom I thought to be two strangers. on the rainy ride coming back from our destination, I finally introduced myself. "Hey guys. Dont wanna be rude or nothing, but I'm CJ."
"Ya we know. You've been in our house."
Take a closer look at the small portion of the face that I see in the rearview mirror. Those are the eyes and the bridge of a nose of somebody I recognize. And his girlfriend in the passenger seat. Chris and Chelsea!
I havent seen those two in a very long time. And I only ever knew Chelsea as having very long braids in her hair (like almost down to her ass). The rest of the ride home we had a conversation about her finishing another year in art at the U of M, and almost being done school for good. And her big art installation that she had been starting to work on the last time I had seen her - a year and a half ago.
Just now Lauren showed me this blog She's 17 yrs old. And see's the world through the small square opening on her camara . I look at this and I will be honest - i get a little inspired. To take more pictures. To make more art. To see things all pretty-like, like how she does right away for her blog viewers and fans of her photographs. Awesome.
Motivation.
I went two weeks where I was actually practically distraught because I couldn't create. Nothing.
I couldn't color. I could ink some pencil drawings of mine (sometimes), but that was it. Oh woe is me... (*cries on any shoulder in 5m radius*)
I went to dollarama and stocked up on their awesome yet oh-so-inexpensive paint. Some new paintbrushes of the finer-tipped variety, and (wait for it...)..... chocolate. [surprise!]
Seeing all those nicer blogs has left me a little inspired to fancy up this bad boy.
But how....
I'll figure something out. Google will be my god and lead me down the righteous path of blog templates.
Take that jesus! And that, Moses! *fends off*
whew.
and after that workout, I think I need to find myself a new hobby. This fighting off biblical characters isn't the most convenient for me. And its very time consuming. You wouldn't believe how much they like to call a time-out to quote some nonsense. Dont ask.
I have been applying for work the past month. And FINALLY today the clouds broke and the sun shone (and by clouds broke i mean they actually didn't. and by sun shone i mean, i went to dollarama and they're florescent bulbs were too bright) and I received two requests for my work ethic.
Manpower (a placement agency) called this morning. It was a temporary position - about three weeks long. Full time for those three weeks. That wouldn't be bad. Three weeks of straight up making money? Sounded alright. I am borderline desperate at this point. Even attempted to apply at Tim Hortons (yes, mother, I finally settled), but alas, the website wouldnt let me get back step 3 on the online application, and I got sick of re-putting in all my info every time i tried once more.
This Manpower position, however, was in Inkster industrial park. A teeeeeeny bit too far. Hard to get to by bus. Even harder but teleporter. Most standard teleporters only go to the perimeters of industrial parks. It's a mystery why, however. Scientists are working round-the-clock to figure it out.
I turned it down.
I checked my email this evening (forgetting about Manpower ever even calling me about work..) and BAM! (ah!) an email! From fabutan of all places!
The owner of the pembina and grant location wants me to go in for an interview on thursday. I am super super super excited. That job WILL be mine.
Wish me luck.
Or superpowers.
I'll take either or.
sitting in the back of a car, with whom I thought to be two strangers. on the rainy ride coming back from our destination, I finally introduced myself. "Hey guys. Dont wanna be rude or nothing, but I'm CJ."
"Ya we know. You've been in our house."
Take a closer look at the small portion of the face that I see in the rearview mirror. Those are the eyes and the bridge of a nose of somebody I recognize. And his girlfriend in the passenger seat. Chris and Chelsea!
I havent seen those two in a very long time. And I only ever knew Chelsea as having very long braids in her hair (like almost down to her ass). The rest of the ride home we had a conversation about her finishing another year in art at the U of M, and almost being done school for good. And her big art installation that she had been starting to work on the last time I had seen her - a year and a half ago.
Just now Lauren showed me this blog She's 17 yrs old. And see's the world through the small square opening on her camara . I look at this and I will be honest - i get a little inspired. To take more pictures. To make more art. To see things all pretty-like, like how she does right away for her blog viewers and fans of her photographs. Awesome.
Motivation.
I went two weeks where I was actually practically distraught because I couldn't create. Nothing.
I couldn't color. I could ink some pencil drawings of mine (sometimes), but that was it. Oh woe is me... (*cries on any shoulder in 5m radius*)
I went to dollarama and stocked up on their awesome yet oh-so-inexpensive paint. Some new paintbrushes of the finer-tipped variety, and (wait for it...)..... chocolate. [surprise!]
Seeing all those nicer blogs has left me a little inspired to fancy up this bad boy.
But how....
I'll figure something out. Google will be my god and lead me down the righteous path of blog templates.
Take that jesus! And that, Moses! *fends off*
whew.
and after that workout, I think I need to find myself a new hobby. This fighting off biblical characters isn't the most convenient for me. And its very time consuming. You wouldn't believe how much they like to call a time-out to quote some nonsense. Dont ask.
I have been applying for work the past month. And FINALLY today the clouds broke and the sun shone (and by clouds broke i mean they actually didn't. and by sun shone i mean, i went to dollarama and they're florescent bulbs were too bright) and I received two requests for my work ethic.
Manpower (a placement agency) called this morning. It was a temporary position - about three weeks long. Full time for those three weeks. That wouldn't be bad. Three weeks of straight up making money? Sounded alright. I am borderline desperate at this point. Even attempted to apply at Tim Hortons (yes, mother, I finally settled), but alas, the website wouldnt let me get back step 3 on the online application, and I got sick of re-putting in all my info every time i tried once more.
This Manpower position, however, was in Inkster industrial park. A teeeeeeny bit too far. Hard to get to by bus. Even harder but teleporter. Most standard teleporters only go to the perimeters of industrial parks. It's a mystery why, however. Scientists are working round-the-clock to figure it out.
I turned it down.
I checked my email this evening (forgetting about Manpower ever even calling me about work..) and BAM! (ah!) an email! From fabutan of all places!
The owner of the pembina and grant location wants me to go in for an interview on thursday. I am super super super excited. That job WILL be mine.
Wish me luck.
Or superpowers.
I'll take either or.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
I am really starting to get excited about what I am making for my mom. She requested to buy some of my art. And then she bought me the supplies I'd need and a huge 38"x26" canvass, and then sent me the link of the photo that she wanted me to re-create on that canvass.
I know that she may be expecting one thing, but she'll get something that is much more than that. (eeeee!)
making art makes cj a happy cj.
lately my right wrist has been absolutely killing me. it hurts to draw, it hurts to exercise, and it hurts to turn door handles. and it is driving me crazy. contact juggling does a pretty awesome job of building up the muscles in my right hand, so I should practice that more often. (j'adore contact juggling)
the realization that it might be carpel tunnel makes cj a very sad cj. hope not.
phil is coming to hang out with me and we're getting slurpee's... of course. i'm hooked on those. its serious addiction of mine, and i'd be happy if no one intervened. (that means you)
oh and BY THE WAY, you'd be happy to hear (unless you are a tobacco company) that my implying i am quitting smoking.... is working! i had only one smoke the other day, altho i would hardly call it a smoke. i rolled it out of cigarette butts i had. (is the thought of that making you dry heave a little? the taste wasn't that much more satisfying either).
I have kind of bought a pack since then. I thought I'd let you dedicated readers know this... in case you got a little TOO proud of me.
I know that she may be expecting one thing, but she'll get something that is much more than that. (eeeee!)
making art makes cj a happy cj.
lately my right wrist has been absolutely killing me. it hurts to draw, it hurts to exercise, and it hurts to turn door handles. and it is driving me crazy. contact juggling does a pretty awesome job of building up the muscles in my right hand, so I should practice that more often. (j'adore contact juggling)
the realization that it might be carpel tunnel makes cj a very sad cj. hope not.
phil is coming to hang out with me and we're getting slurpee's... of course. i'm hooked on those. its serious addiction of mine, and i'd be happy if no one intervened. (that means you)
oh and BY THE WAY, you'd be happy to hear (unless you are a tobacco company) that my implying i am quitting smoking.... is working! i had only one smoke the other day, altho i would hardly call it a smoke. i rolled it out of cigarette butts i had. (is the thought of that making you dry heave a little? the taste wasn't that much more satisfying either).
I have kind of bought a pack since then. I thought I'd let you dedicated readers know this... in case you got a little TOO proud of me.
fedora's get me kessed.