...my dad really seems to want another puppy. o.O He kept saying we weren't going to get a dog until one of our two cats died...but then we got Drama anyway. We still have her, and the cats, so it's quite surprising that he's eager to get another one.

I really feel like nobody wants to talk to me today. The longest conversation I've had was with my dad...which is hard to believe. Aside from that...I think I've exchanged more words with my stuffed toys then anyone else!

I went out to some different shops yesterday with my parents. Got Zero Wolf and Sukiyaki Western Django, both of which I read about a while ago in one magazine or another. I also got a second hand mahjong set - which I shall attempt to learn to play properly if I can find 3 other people, but play a different mahjong in the meantime. I also got a long skirt, because I'm so sick of long pants and apparently they suit me.

I also got a blister on my foot from walking around so much two days in a row in boots.

But I did find a Borders that I can get to while Pitt St is being renovated.

My parents didn't argue (I seem to be a mediator between them) and the weather wasn't so bad - though I wish I had brought my camera because I saw a great view - so all in all it was a good day.

Come on! All I need is a job and I think I can handle the rest!

I did forget to buy printer ink though. I need it in order to print out my photos.

~Glitnir

Quote of the Day: "If I'm not back in five minutes... just wait longer." ~Ace Ventura

Today wasn’t actually a bad day! It didn’t start out so well, but I did get out of bed at 9 instead of almost lunch. I watched two episodes of CSI:NY with mum while I got dressed and ate, and found out that no one wanted to go into the city with me today.

So I went on my own. Turned out better that way!

Dad wanted me to drop some paperwork off to Paddy, but he wasn’t at the shop today. Then he wanted me to get a refund on the DVD that he had bought my little sister (which she already had) even though JB doesn’t give refunds, so I exchanged it for the next DVD instead and got Hudson Hawk with the extra credit. If dad doesn’t like that, I’ll give him the money for it: problem solved!

And then I bought my Near figurine! It’s got the same stand that came with the DVDs even! I loves it! But as I had known would happen, I couldn’t stop with just getting that...yeah. I wound up also getting Sanji from One Piece, and Vincent Valentine from FFVII. Aren’t they cute? Aside from Death Note and Naruto I didn’t have any other figurines, so Sanji and Vincent make a welcome addition. Plus, they’re small so they fit on top of my speakers properly unlike my shinigami.

But I didn’t stop there. I also got a Gara plushie. ^^;;; It’s the only plushie I’ve ever got! As big as he is, he’s still dwarfed by my mice though. They rule my room.

I also took some pictures! Some of them actually turned out quite well! Please have a look!

Plus, I got complimented on my outfit. ^_^

I got home, and walked to my room (which is at the back of the house) and just as I put my bag down it started to rain! I haven’t seen a sun shower in such a long time and it was such good timing...

Drama followed me around for a while, then licked Sanji’s face and sniffed at Gara and Vincent (though she wouldn’t go near Near) then as soon as I sat down, she jumped up on my lap and fell asleep. She’s still there. I haven’t even taken my boots off.

Oh! And I got a letter from Heidi today! Two letters from friends in one week! *passes out in shock* I just posted a letter to her today! Turns out that she’s moving to Canberra at the end of the year...and I’m going to Brisbane! So I finally move to the same city as her and she leaves! Oh well, hopefully the dates will overlap a bit so we get to see each other at least once.

I really feel like going out tonight, but my sister is working. Prob. the furthest I’ll go is over to Holsworthy with mum to pick my other sister up from her friend’s house after school. And get hot chips and gravy. ^_^ Yum!

~Glitnir

"This is madness.

Right out of the starting gate, for one thing, to even attempt to create something artistically worthwhile, to even entertain the notion, for a moment, at this stage in the game when everything has been said and done so many times over by people more talented and brilliant than you can hope to be.

But more than that, to try to create something and give a shit about it. To put your heart and soul, and sweat and toil, and faith and talent, and everything else you can muster from God knows where into a project which is, in fact, doomed to fail, to shrink into insignificance in comparison to almost everything that inspired you to try to become a creator in the first place.

And even more than that, to give this futile process such importance in your life that it’s inevitable failure will come as a crushing blow, reducing you to a quivering mess, shivering naked in a parched emotional pit, from which the only thing that can offer the slightest glimmer of hope for salvation or healing is to do it all over again, and again.

If we observe this behaviour in some endangered animal species we might conclude that it was evolutionarily impossible, a charming, cosmic mistake, like the dodo, beyond salvation. In any case, definitely on the one-way highway to extinction, and perhaps we are.

But when you’re wired this way, no matter how you might look at it intellectually, no matter how you rationalize and break it down, you are left with no choice in the matter. Or rather, as mad and impossible and futile and disorienting and alienating as the process can be, the alternative to not create seems infinitely worse.

Not having ever been a junkie, I should be careful how I tread here but I can imagine there are parallels. Though the emotional and spiritual investment in the creative process raises the stakes a little. The psychic and existential danger as weighed against the more material degradation of physical addiction.

On the other hand, I have to admit, it ups the ante in another way, too. Occasionally, somehow, against astronomical odds, despite your usual fervent and misguided efforts to get in the way, the work is strong enough and urgent enough and it comes through clear, uncluttered. Cask strength, pure and intense.

And you look at it. And even after all the usual neurotic spirals of self-criticism and self-doubt, all the pointless deconstruction of analysis we cannot help but apply, though you know in your heart it’s wrong, somehow, the work is still there and you are drawn in an immersed in its beauty and strangeness.

And then, suddenly, the epiphany strikes. And you finally realize, in all honesty to your inmost self, “Hey, you know, that’s actually not half bad.” "

Tobias Tinker

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