Give me something to sing about.

[changeling]

I hate clothes shopping. I really, really hate clothes shopping. I'd rather be back in year eleven doing a primarily science/maths curriculum than be forced to do more clothes shopping. Particularly at "direct factory outlets", trying to find me a new pair of black jeans. (I failed, by the way.)

I can only assume that I haven't been getting enough sleep (even moreso than usual, I mean), because I ended up crying in the changerooms of one of the stores. Mother tried to make me feel better, and as usual, only helped a little, and made me feel much worse at the same time.

I have a theory about stress: the brain will only let you think about a small part of what's stressing you at a time. Hence I can worry about Relic, and completely forget about what uni stuff's due, and when I have work, and when the next Wackiness is due up, or whatever. I think this is part of my problem at the moment. I can only think about a small part of what's stressing me at a time, so I keep forgetting other important things. Which, in turn, stresses me further.

I got so stressed & depressed, I decided to get my ears pierced a second time. Some time after I handed over my cash, I realised that getting a second piercing just before Relic was due to go on was not intelligent. See? Can only think about small amounts of stress-related materials at a time.

I have five new icons, of me on Coffee Group Goth Day. Yay for Photoshop filters.

Re-inked Loki-Tybalt, in the hope that I can colour it properly this time. I'm experimenting with inking techniques. Also need to learn how to use Photoshop properly; shadows and highlights etcetera.



But please, make sure you don't give a shit.

Comments

[corybantic.livejournal.com]

*Gives a shit*

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*Gives it back*

[gadge.livejournal.com]

I can't - I gave at the office.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

That's reassuring. I must admit I tend to give shit at my office too. :)