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changelingHad a pretty good day. Watched the Goodies DVD that Greg leant me. Ah, good times, good times.
I also have two new icons; my Goodies one, as shown, and also this one:
That Megatokyo pic's been sitting on my drive for ages, just waiting to be made into an icon. So I coloured it (with a little reference to I Feel Sick to get that proper Johnny feel) &c. O'course, the colour looked way-fuckin-better before I exported it as a gif. Why does Photoshop lighten my colours? WHY?
Then, after my day of procrastination, I pencilled a comic for Saturday.
'Course, it's not going to get done for Saturday. You know why? I have a nine AM class, followed by a marathon Vis Ink meeting as we collate the judging. So far, so dandy. I mean, I have a godforsaken alarm going off at seven, but I can kinda cope with that.
THEN, the part that I only just remembered fifty seconds ago, and which has me clawing my eyes out with frustration, I get to go to Altona (which is on the other side of the goddamn city from me) and usher for Wizard of Oz. Then I get to drive home (which'll prolly take at least an hour). So much petrol money, wasted. So, do I drive over there, or do I do a desperate dash to the train and hope I catch the last train back out my way? Either way, we're looking at an extremely fucking cranky me. Then I get to drag my arse over to Altona again on Saturday night. But it's not like I'm getting paid for this. I'm doing this for the sheer joy of helpingmy fellow man out community theatre.
Someone shoot me inna head.
(I don't think I've ever gone to bed out of despair before.)
I also have two new icons; my Goodies one, as shown, and also this one:
That Megatokyo pic's been sitting on my drive for ages, just waiting to be made into an icon. So I coloured it (with a little reference to I Feel Sick to get that proper Johnny feel) &c. O'course, the colour looked way-fuckin-better before I exported it as a gif. Why does Photoshop lighten my colours? WHY?
Then, after my day of procrastination, I pencilled a comic for Saturday.
'Course, it's not going to get done for Saturday. You know why? I have a nine AM class, followed by a marathon Vis Ink meeting as we collate the judging. So far, so dandy. I mean, I have a godforsaken alarm going off at seven, but I can kinda cope with that.
THEN, the part that I only just remembered fifty seconds ago, and which has me clawing my eyes out with frustration, I get to go to Altona (which is on the other side of the goddamn city from me) and usher for Wizard of Oz. Then I get to drive home (which'll prolly take at least an hour). So much petrol money, wasted. So, do I drive over there, or do I do a desperate dash to the train and hope I catch the last train back out my way? Either way, we're looking at an extremely fucking cranky me. Then I get to drag my arse over to Altona again on Saturday night. But it's not like I'm getting paid for this. I'm doing this for the sheer joy of helping
Someone shoot me inna head.
(I don't think I've ever gone to bed out of despair before.)
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Date: 2004-07-22 06:52 am (UTC)Take a little good advice...
Date: 2004-07-22 09:22 am (UTC)*runs to put DVD on*
I'm having severe childhood flashbacks now!
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Date: 2004-07-22 04:05 pm (UTC)I'm hoping that Glenda etc can give me a lift home...what time is last train?
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Date: 2004-07-23 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-22 06:23 pm (UTC)And I'm peeved because my Goodies videos are in bloody England - just when I want to watch them!