Really?

I missed my flight? Really?
Wait...Flights are given away if you don't show up before 10 minutes prior to departure time? Really?
I only have $4 in my account and an empty stomach? Really?
I have to wait 4 hours to catch a flight that has no guaranteed seat for me? Really? (I made it though...yesss. Anyway...)
My phone died and there are no outlets at Sacramento Airport? Really?
The only available outlet is in front of delicious and hunger inducing Cinnabon? Reeeeally?
My family is still 1 hour away from picking me up? REALLY?

Mom, please buy me In N Out when you pick me up :( I think that would patch up an otherwise frustrating day.

help.

That would be me.

Heaven is currently outside of a Tully's coffee shop on 1st & Virginia St., stealing their free wifi.

She is outside because the shop doesn't open until 7...

...but actually doesn't want to go inside and purchase anything because there will be free coffee at the work meeting.

Yes, work meeting. 7:30 to 10. Hopefully breakfast is provided because Heaven hasn't eaten anything.

exhausted

Emotionally, physically, mentally, exhausted...

moving, even up 2 floors, is very difficult.

update:

Furnature moved, many items are in place, and I am winding down to cookies and cocoa. Memories of Mexico and friends brought to me by Arrested Development on Netflix. Here's to a good ending to a junky day.

Bad Romance

It sucks when you realize that Lady Gaga songs basically describe your life situation perfectly. Bad Romance? Really, it's come to this? Sigh.



J'veux ton amour
et j'veux ton revenge
J'veux ton amour
I don’t wanna be friends

(P.S. luv u gaga xoxo)

Oh, joy.

Today's airport experience hasn't been as pleasant as the others.

Yes! I am at the Seattle Tacoma International Airport! Today I am flying home, to spend nine days in charming Grass Valley. I hope to see lots of friends, get very tan, and enjoy my family. My mom had a baby about a month ago, so I get to finally meet my new little brother, Sky. And I get to play with my current favorite brother, Blaise. My first Californian meal is going to be In N Out burger, because it's been about 11 months since I've had one. (which is blasphemy). I can't wait to go to the river...get burned...see my old kids at Hennessy...hug my mom...gosh I am so excited.

BUT I MISSED MY FLIGHT.

Yes, I did. How many times has this happened to me? Like 4 or 5 times? Granted, one time I did miss my flight due to hospitalization (I'll tell you that story another day), but really...I tried my best to catch my 7:20 am flight on time, I really did! I even slept at a friend's house in Belltown so I could walk to the light rail instead of taking the bus to the light rail. I woke up at 5:15 and got ready in less than 1/2 an hour! (record time). I caught the light rail (early) at Westlake station even though I had to carry my horrendously heavy duffel bag. Everything was going according to plan, until I got to the bag check in line at SeaTac. With only 1/2 an hour to my flight, and about 20,000 people in front of me, I couldn't make it. And no, I never carry on bags, because I simply cannot pack light. That, and there is no way in hell that all of my liquid makeups combined can fit in one ziploc bag.

Really cool mural found at the Westlake Station tunnel, taken before I missed my flight/got stressed & stuff.

Usually when I miss my flight, I take it in stride. "Oh well," I usually think, "now there's more time to people watch and sip tea!" Or, for example, if I miss a flight in San Diego, I can usually just catch a friend to come pick me up to spend an hour or two with to kill time (the wait there is never long. Never.)

But this time I am frustrated. I am only home for 9 days instead of my usual 10, and I'll be spending most of day 1 stuck in the airport, sans-family/friends. That is disappointing to me. I really miss home. I need California. I've been working so much, it's like my summer vacation didn't start until last night at 10, when I got off of work and literally skipped around the streets of Seattle because I was so excited.

Oh well. For now, I pacify myself with a grande soy white mocha, and the prospect of browsing Fireworks for hours.

P.S. I totally agree.

P.S.

Boys are stupid.

That is all.

Sade knows best.







Girl angst, girl angst, please begone! :)

sickly choices

I feel sick today. So far I have skipped two classes today (even though one involves a free field trip to the Asian Art museum to view Ukiyo-e. Dang it). I may skip my third class. I don't know. It would involve me missing valuable oil painting time but I am a fragile being, and don't like to over-work myself. (By the way, yes, I am oil painting, and yes, I am starting to make peace with it! Yay!)

So here are my choices: slowly tidy up my room, even though my body aches and my tummy is upset?

Or, listen to KEXP while resting underneath my snuggie?

P.S. I just realized that I'm going to be missing Hokusai. HOKUSAI. F BOMB.

I will literally be missing In the well of the wave of Kanagawa. I am upset.

+/-

These are the bane of (today's) existence:

Soggy moccasins and wet feet (due to rain).

Book stores not carrying what you need.

Not getting paid on time.

Cold, uncomfortable libraries.

The prospect of missing cupcake happy hour at Wink.

Needing to read and report on two books that you do not own and have not read.

Positive things that balance out the day to make it tolerable:

Coffee at The Grinder with Elyse, Danny, and Josh.

Delving into the Old Testament with Professor Spina.

Waking up and having naturally messy hair.

A clean bill of health at my doctor's appointment!

Yummy breakfast: toasted everything bagel and pomegranate green tea.

Beautiful mist, drizzle, and fog.

por favor...

There is too much going on, and not enough time to do it all. The thing is, every task that I have to complete is important! I can't just "get rid" of the stress in my life, it is necessary that I do it all! Here is what I have been trying to accomplish:

Work at Cost Plus World Market: When I came back from California, my work scheduled me for a 24 hour week (which is great in terms of money) but not great in terms of adjusting to a new quarter. I had to work all of those shifts, take on 4 new classes, and adjust to being away from my family (which was very difficult). For this week, I worked 8 hour shifts on Monday, Friday and Saturday, and a 5 hour shift on Sunday, and am gearing up for another 5 hour shift today.

Craigslist online job: I have barely been able to do postings for the past 5 days, and have been fitting in small sessions of posting whenever I can. I do about 2 1/2 hours worth of postings every 48 hours. So, add about 10 hours of internet work on top of my work at Cost Plus, and you have about 34 hours worth of work, give or take 4 hours.

SPU: I have class on Monday/Wednesday/Friday from 11:00-12:20. On Tuesday/Thursday I have classes from 10:30-11:50, 2-4:20, and 5-7:20.

Homework: Project due Thursday, logic activities due tomorrow, 35 Biblical observations due Wednesday, illustration process due tomorrow.

Life: My room is a mess, I've needed to do laundry for about a week now, and I need to file my taxes.

I barely have time to eat, or see friends (which I'm finding is a daily necessity for personal sanity).

It's just too much.

edit: today I managed to complete 1 load of laundry, do the illustration process homework, go to class and work. Now, sleep.

Ibuprofen, please.

Sunday:
On Sunday I worked an 8 hour shift at work, got off late, missed my bus, and missed a study group. I decided to go to the art center and gesso my last wood panel, since my 5 pigeon paintings were due the next day. I gessoed away, with much of it ending up on my peacoat :(. Then, I came back to my apartment, and began to finish 5 paintings. My only break was when Joshua drove me to The Grinder for a latte (dark chocolate raspberry, mmm).
I ended up staying awake until 5:30 am. If you know me, you know that this is virtually impossible for me to do. I cannot stay up late. I typically start to get sick and achy around 1 am. I have no idea where my energy and stamina came from, but I think it was a combination of constant Lady Gaga music, the latte, and an act of God.

Monday:
My paintings did get finished, I got 4 hours of sleep after that, and my final went very well. I got some good feedback and lots of nods of approval! Soon I will post a picture of the set. The whole class did excellently, and it helped that Gala brought us all coffees and pastries from Tully's. I set off for my day feeling accomplished, slightly loopy, and feeling like a true college student.
Then, as I rode the bus to work (another 8 hour shift that got cut into 4, thanks to someone willing to cover for me), I began to feel sick. Soon, I had a migrane pounding my head, I felt like simultaneously throwing up and crying for the rest of the day. I finally got off work and headed home so I could take a 1 or 2 hour nap before studying for my other 3 finals. But, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't sleep. How frustrating is that? I tried all sorts of relaxation techniques, but no go. I crawled over to Bethany's apartment and pleaded that she would play mom to me, and make me soup. That angel happily obliged and with two bowls of soup, bread, tea, and water in my stomach, I went to bed at 11:00. So, it is confirmed. Heaven cannot do all nighters. That day was awful.

Tuesday:
So, as you can imagine, I got absolutely no studying finished on Tuesday. Absolutely none. I went into all three of my finals utterly unprepared, and still feeling the aftermath of yesterday's sickness. I think that my art history final went okay, which is amazing, seeing that I am not the hugest fan of that class. My perspective final is incomplete, and I hope to finish it today. And, my history class final was basically a bust.
But, I'm done. And alive.

AWESOME

I have a 4 page paper due tomorrow in art history and can't find the digital copies of the previous 2 papers that this one is supposed to build on! YAHOO!