That's Why You're Finding Out Now

Sry about the long wait ya'll. When I'm depressed I don't blog. So anyway, here's what happened. I knew I'd be hearing from Bobby or Mike about Canvas 6 soon. I was beginning to feel that itch, if ya know what I mean. I had this huge flippin blow up. Trust me it was ugly. Ask my poor brother. My camera battery charger or battery or both quit. I had plans to shoot pics for the show this year. I mean sprcifically and  I was actually excited about it. Proud that I had in fact planned something out instead of just throwing something together. Which is what made me so d*mn mad about it. So 2 friggon days later I get this email from Bobby about their new film project/show called motion. Bobby only knows I have a film. Not what kind of film it is. So based on the rules, no sacriligion or pornography FREAK is automatically disqualified. Even though I'm pretty sure based on my footage that it's open to interpretation, somehow I don't think a church is the appropriate setting for my little flick that could. There is nudity and it is jarring to say the least. Beyond that, they don't accept digital formats yet. So I have to shoot off a thanks but no thanks maybe next year note in the next couple days.

I have completed work. Even completed paintings from this year.A large back log in fact. But nothing felt right. The idea of doing something specifically for 6 really turned me on. So as you could imagine, the come down was even worse. I mean, seriously. Sh*t dude.

There were family issues afoot, so I figured we were moving again. That had my completely derailed. I dismissed any plans (including taking a class and learning to drive.) (Doris, hit the brakes on ye old encouragement train. I'm still working thru this in my brain. I haven't clicked the links yet either. Schooling is hard for me and you know this. So don't email me any info either. If I do this, it's on my terms. I mean it, Miss. I will freak the frek out, ok? Thank you. That's why your finding out now, instead of last wk.)  I had and was preparing the fall out shelter accordingly. But mom basically kicked my ass until I changed my mind. So maybe another week passes and I sent in 3 of my graphic designs instead. At which point mom handed me back my ass cheeks.

In between I'd been sick with another bad bout of IBS. The last 2 were basically back to back and I turned beat red and developed what my mom thought to be a fever blister. Those things are gross. Yay. Good times.


Bye!