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yumenonakaeit seems like everyone else i know has been relieved of their required presence in the office this week. alas, i am not one of the lucky ones, and will have to return to the office to dwell among my coworkers who may or may not have fucking covid. great!
among other things to worry about, i have a group lunch on wednesday that i'm REALLY hoping gets cancelled, but even in the wake of omicron my director has erred more on the side of "over it" than "better to be safe." so that's something i have to worry about –– not the act of going, but how to say no fucking way nicely. it pains me that i now have a cog of capitalism residing within me that thinks it's bad optics to decline an opportunity for schmoozing.
but anyway. i would rather not spend the last day of the holiday break fretting about the end of good things. aside from the covid scare (from which my household was thankfully spared) i had a pretty good break. saw family, spent time with my siblings, drank a much needed amount of alcohol, made a lot of art, finally got my damn tires fixed, finished a 1000-piece puzzle, and listened to a bunch of albums that make me feel good.
i've resolved to make more art in 2022 — mainly because i've realised that i put off creating so often that i forget that i can sometimes be good at it. i bought a sketchbook while waiting for my car the other day and have surprised myself at what i've been able to make just sitting down for an hour and putting an honest effort in. i'm not a proper artist by any means, definitely just a hobbyist, but still! i've been pretty pleased with what i've made. and aside from sketching and painting i've embarked on some other crafts outside my comfort zone this break: i made earrings from polymer clay for the girls, and even on my scrappy DIY packaging they looked like something worth paying for, and i just finished making some coasters for a gift, though i'm not sure yet how those will turn out. i may not stick with that one since i have no patience for letting glue dry in between applications...
i have been listening to a lot of... whatever genre franz ferdinand/interpol/the strokes/arctic monkeys is classified under? indie rock? post-punk? post-post-punk?? but also a lot of mcr and two door cinema club and deerhunter and basically anything teenage me would have listened to. i've really honed in on that era as my comfort music. for one, it all reminds me of simpler times where i didn't have to worry about anything, didn't have to pay rent or drive or cook for myself, but also it's all just really fucking good music. fun fact: i heard take me out for the first time when i was ten, on a "now that's what i call music" CD, and then i listened to it on my CD player over and over again until the CD skipped because i'd developed a major crush on alex kapranos' voice —— yes, his voice, because i didn't know what he looked like yet, and i also didn't know franz ferdinand was a band named after a historical figure because i hadn't learned about world war I yet, so i thought franz ferdinand was a modern-day singer and was rightly confused when i got to high school world history.
oh, at the beginning of the week i watched tenet. (spoilers maybe?) this viewing was long overdue, especially as someone who shamelessly calls inception one of their favorite movies, and i was starting to feel like it wasn't worth it until the story started to feel like a convoluted time-traveling gay romance. i thought i was reaching until i found that a good deal of folks on the internet seem to agree. during one of the last scenes of the film i turned to my sister and exclaimed "it's just like river song and the doctor!" forgetting she hadn't watched those episodes of the show. after supplementing our viewing with a couple of "tenet: explained!" youtube videos, i felt pretty solidified in my reasoning. i highly doubt it was christopher nolan's intention, but it's a good film when viewed as a tragic romance. and there are some incredible fics out there for it. i recommend. hahah
one more hour left in the day. i should have started fixing my sleep schedule earlier, but maybe i'm banking on not spending much time in the office this week (or not having to go in at all, which would be nice). tomorrow morning i need to remember to run my last load of laundry and to retrieve the resin pieces i have drying on the porch right now, and then it's back to the miserable life...
among other things to worry about, i have a group lunch on wednesday that i'm REALLY hoping gets cancelled, but even in the wake of omicron my director has erred more on the side of "over it" than "better to be safe." so that's something i have to worry about –– not the act of going, but how to say no fucking way nicely. it pains me that i now have a cog of capitalism residing within me that thinks it's bad optics to decline an opportunity for schmoozing.
but anyway. i would rather not spend the last day of the holiday break fretting about the end of good things. aside from the covid scare (from which my household was thankfully spared) i had a pretty good break. saw family, spent time with my siblings, drank a much needed amount of alcohol, made a lot of art, finally got my damn tires fixed, finished a 1000-piece puzzle, and listened to a bunch of albums that make me feel good.
i've resolved to make more art in 2022 — mainly because i've realised that i put off creating so often that i forget that i can sometimes be good at it. i bought a sketchbook while waiting for my car the other day and have surprised myself at what i've been able to make just sitting down for an hour and putting an honest effort in. i'm not a proper artist by any means, definitely just a hobbyist, but still! i've been pretty pleased with what i've made. and aside from sketching and painting i've embarked on some other crafts outside my comfort zone this break: i made earrings from polymer clay for the girls, and even on my scrappy DIY packaging they looked like something worth paying for, and i just finished making some coasters for a gift, though i'm not sure yet how those will turn out. i may not stick with that one since i have no patience for letting glue dry in between applications...
i have been listening to a lot of... whatever genre franz ferdinand/interpol/the strokes/arctic monkeys is classified under? indie rock? post-punk? post-post-punk?? but also a lot of mcr and two door cinema club and deerhunter and basically anything teenage me would have listened to. i've really honed in on that era as my comfort music. for one, it all reminds me of simpler times where i didn't have to worry about anything, didn't have to pay rent or drive or cook for myself, but also it's all just really fucking good music. fun fact: i heard take me out for the first time when i was ten, on a "now that's what i call music" CD, and then i listened to it on my CD player over and over again until the CD skipped because i'd developed a major crush on alex kapranos' voice —— yes, his voice, because i didn't know what he looked like yet, and i also didn't know franz ferdinand was a band named after a historical figure because i hadn't learned about world war I yet, so i thought franz ferdinand was a modern-day singer and was rightly confused when i got to high school world history.
oh, at the beginning of the week i watched tenet. (spoilers maybe?) this viewing was long overdue, especially as someone who shamelessly calls inception one of their favorite movies, and i was starting to feel like it wasn't worth it until the story started to feel like a convoluted time-traveling gay romance. i thought i was reaching until i found that a good deal of folks on the internet seem to agree. during one of the last scenes of the film i turned to my sister and exclaimed "it's just like river song and the doctor!" forgetting she hadn't watched those episodes of the show. after supplementing our viewing with a couple of "tenet: explained!" youtube videos, i felt pretty solidified in my reasoning. i highly doubt it was christopher nolan's intention, but it's a good film when viewed as a tragic romance. and there are some incredible fics out there for it. i recommend. hahah
one more hour left in the day. i should have started fixing my sleep schedule earlier, but maybe i'm banking on not spending much time in the office this week (or not having to go in at all, which would be nice). tomorrow morning i need to remember to run my last load of laundry and to retrieve the resin pieces i have drying on the porch right now, and then it's back to the miserable life...
