Weird Days

I should have known it would be a weird day when I woke up this morning. For some reason my alarm didn't go off--I know I turned it on!--which could have been bad, but my mom came in only like seven minutes after it was supposed to go off. Then I had no time for a real breakfast because I had to make lunch, so I try to heat up some Carnation Instant Breakfast Drink Stuff in the microwave. I do this two times (2 minutes each) until I pull the mug out and notice that the handle has melted. I had't noticed that the mug was actually metal. So the thing stunk like hell and I put it on the stove fan, and I dump the Drink Stuff into another mug, heat it up for another 2 minutes (since it was cold) and when it came out it was...yes, too hot, so I had to set it by an open window to let it cool down.

Things get weirder. We watched a movie in civics about how congressmen can use taxpayers money to spend a week in Barbados and talk to lobbyists about how much it will cost to do favors for them...then we watched a State Farm sponsored movie about Congress, and that's all that I know. By then the class was pretty riled up and the narrator on the movie had a lisp, so it was too easy to make fun of him. I don't mean the stereotypical lisp attributed to gay people. Like, I missed out on speech therapy because my parents don't love me" lisp.

And things get weirder. At least if you understand how boring my life usually is.

Total anarchy in math! We were talking math and, as usual, one whole side of the classroom just wouldn't fucking stop talking. Thoe's already told us that we're free to just leave the class if we want to, since it's math IV and no one cares anyway, so he just turned to them and said "you can go." So half the class just up and left. Then Thoe decides he wants to talk physics--in relation to parabolas. So he set up a problem where Brandon Lloyd (kid in my class, incidentally also in the play last night) jumps off a 150m cliff into a pool that's 50m away. Thoe said he'd make it. He led us through this physics stuff about gravity and stuff I don't understand, and to make a long story short Brandon's head made it but his feet had to be sacrificed. 49.17 feet. Hilarium ensued. Yes, this is my math class. We dumb people know how to have fun. Oh, and to prove that things drop at the same rate, Thoe dropped a 40 pound box of books and had a girl drop a bit of wood at the same time. Apparetnly Galileo was wrong, because the books kept hitting first and the box kinda broke.

And Ipswich was her usual insane self while driving, jaming to Brittney Spears of all people, squealing about animal crackers and veering into the wrong lane. More hilarium ensued.

And Trigun vol. 1 was waiting compliments of netflicks when I got back! Woot!

OK, I admit, it's not all as weird as I say it is, but like I said, my life is pretty boring. Talking about Brandon Lloyd not quite making it into that pool is my equivalent of suitable weirdness.

Commitment?

OK.

I think--I THINK--I've finally made a commitment to learning to draw. *gasp!* Astounding!

I have so, so, so many ideas for drawings for my stories but I have negative 30 talent, and I've never had the will nor the patience to try to learn. I know it takes an awful lot of practice to get good, and considering I have no talent to start with it will take even more practice. But I think I might be willing to try and actually commit to it this time. The problem before has been that writing has always come first, but Alch. is finished for the time being, Penta shifts in and out of stagnation, and all my other projects have been cryogenically frozen until such time that they can be brought to life. It's been a while since I really set myself to something too, and this is something I know will actually benefit my life.

However...

I have a terrible history of laziness. I'm not ashamed to admit it--I'm very lazy. I'm a procrastinator. And I'm terrible with commitments. I made a commitment to learning violin and that lasted about six months. I made a commitment to take writing classes and never got around to it. I've made several commitments to eat better, bike ride every day, excercise, and each one (obviously) has failed.

But I really, really want to draw this stuff in my head. I think I might be able to pull it off this time. Maybe. A very, very big maybe. I'm certainly going to try. I'm just going to have to keep reminding myself of how much I want to draw and also remind myself not to give up just because I totally suck. Which I will, probably forever, but if I can manage to get even one of my characters on paper and be satisfied with it I'll have done good. I have to tell myself that it'll take a lot of practice and a lot of patience. I guess we'll see if I have enough of the latter.