Stuff dump.

I don’t want to read for school. (Random shit)

I really, want, a pug. Hi tumblr! I’ll try to post stuff on you again. I love it that my mom doesn’t know about this. Or my twitter. Not that there’s anything posted here that’s not for public eyes. Not that I said anything nasty on Twitter. I just enjoy this secret-not-secret I have. No name dropping here. Haha.

I’m taking up this drawing and painting class, and I’m finding it really enjoyable, even though it’s actually draining. It’s three hours every week when I just have to keep drawing. But it’s okay, I like it since I’ve never been in any art school or class or whatever. The formal (I suppose?) training helps. Hopefully I’ll be able to do tones and perspective and angles and all that stuff better after this. Oh! And we’re drawing nude people! I’ve always wondered what it felt like to draw someone nude in front of you. I remember how I felt my eyes being sexually harassed when I first saw that Jack-drawing-Rose-naked-in-the-Titanic scene when I was six.

I should go read now.

The end. I never really saw my self in that environment. I still can’t see myself in that environment. And no, not just the workplace itself, but the whole area - 30 storey blocks of metal and cement, underpasses, suitcases, the colors black, beige, gray and white (but not on my clothes, not all the time), noise, hardcore air conditioning. That will be my new home, for now. And with that, my summer wasteland will cease to exist. I now oblige myself to dive into the unknown, or as my friend would put it, “sell my soul.”

On the bright side, maybe I’ll be more productive after all of this. I am being more productive. I’ve been sketching again (so that I’ll look like I have a purpose there) and I’ve been trying to study all the (very user-unfriendly :( ) software in my laptop. I’ve been researching too, for my job. I just don’t want to go there without anything.

And hey, I’m actually blogging, which has become more difficult for me to do over the years. I have something to new talk and write about again. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

I should stop talking about blogging because then, I run out of things to say.