today my day started off bad in that i overslept and then my ex messaged me on facebook saying how sorry he was for everything and that messed me up because i was positive i blocked him and that he knew to not contact me by now because NO. i somehow made it through 3 classes back to back (i had a make-up class on top of regular classes) today and fixed my book that i fucked up and worked on my thesis prints enough to feel like i’m not going to walk into critique empty handed. I also solved like 4 different people’s art project problems over the past few days and i just really like feeling helpful.
so yeah, i bought myself a damn good double veggie cheeseburger for dinner because i deserve it.
I’m not really sure what to say or do but I know what I’m supposed to be doing but I’m not doing it.
every karaoke birthday party i ever went to as a child meant that i sang this and everyone was impressed because i somehow felt it so much and listened to it so much i knew every little pause and could imitate her delivery pretty darn good.
i had a million great art ideas last night and thankfully i got them all down in notes but i’m just really mad at myself for fucking up one thing that i’m like, why bother with anything else?
today was so freaked out i tried to do some health & beauty stuff.
- i tried oil pulling (kinda yuck but it did make my mouth feel cleaner)
- used coconut oil as deodorant, smelled a little bit like food.
- i dyed, trimmed, plucked and threaded my brows all by myself. threading is new to me but i like it and just need to practice. i normally don’t fuck with my brows, but i realized i have denser brow hair growth from my castor oil use and could shape them without losing fullness and form.
-took xanax and let it make me fall asleep for a bit
- ate maybe too much hummus