every day that you want to waste

so, what, its been another two weeks (I think), and I haven't said much of anything.

not for lack of trying, I just haven't really had anything that fantastic to say. No, wait, actually yes. There was that one day where I walked 10 miles for the hell of it. And last weekend where I went to the creek festival and it was awesome. And how now that the pools are open I've already burnt myself to a crisp.

so far, summer has been really great! I've been working a lot, and yet I still have some time off. I've got my raise so when I work certain shifts I get a little extra, which is nice. And everything has just been good.

its the rainy season again and I'm loving every minute of it, though I am still cautious. We got our garage door replaced, but still no other work on the condos, which makes me sad. I'm really hoping that something happens soon, whether that is the HOA finding the work and funds to fix it, or me winning the lottery. I would like the latter to happen, but its more likely that I'll get struck by lightning.

my evil artist brain is getting the best of me and I'm loving every second of it too. So much art, so little time.

speaking of which, I have something to work on tonight, tee hee.

oh yeah, and its almost June.

Shreds

as a kid, I was often called "Vron the Destroyer" because everything that came across my path usually ended up in a damaged state. I wouldn't say it was because I was a generally angry kid or was malicious, it was just something that happened.

if that was a premonition for part of my adult life, well, I don't know what to say. When I get stuck in these melancholy moods, everything goes out the window. When I get grumpy, I'm ready to let everything burn, and even laugh in the process.

i have to stop and remind myself why it is a Terrible idea and to NOT get caught in the negativity. Its a big inner struggle and the only way to really counter it is to blast music and go on a walk. I usually return from these walks rather mopey and feeling silly.

the moral of the story is that being an adult is hard.

The Rhythm of my life

If this past week was at all a sign of how summer is going to turn out, I really won't miss it when it flies by. It was a lot of wake up: work: go to bed: rinse and repeat. Not that it was a bad thing, just, busy. I got called into work of both my days off, and luckily I need the hours otherwise I would have said no. But if I had stayed home, I doubt I would have done much else.

I have been drawing more lately, which is good. Actually, on that subject, I posted a picture I drew on tumblr, and it has exploded with views, 1069 last I checked, and that makes me happier than you can imagine. Mind you, its just a traced over photo, but it took a long time and I'm just very happy with it.

however, right now I'm feeling all sorts of weird and I don't know why. Maybe it's because its spring. Maybe because I'm tired. I honestly don't know. But its making existing rather difficult. It'll go away soon enough, but until then I'll just sit and mope.

at least everything is going well at work...

FINALS WEEK

its done, its over!

now lets hope I actually graduate and never have to set foot in a classroom again (unless I want to).

even though all the progress that I was hoping to have happened, didn't, I'm still looking forward to the summer. We'll see how well everything goes, but no promises on them...

now if only I can get my work schedule the way I want it...

Operation: Rescue

So, just over two weeks ago, it was Easter. All the 420/JustBlaze jokes aside, it was a decent day. It was the last full day I had with my editor and we spent all of it sitting around doing nothing, and by doing nothing, I meant caching up on videos he's missed.

What I had intended to do for that day was write the following, but I didn't because laziness.

two years prior, while I was still living in new Mexico with my parents, this Easter happened.

I forget why, but my mother was out of town for the weekend and my father had to go up to Colorado to retrieve the vehicle that my sister broke (or something like that, it was broken and fixed like a million times and once again broke about two weeks after she got it). So my dad went back to get it. He had planned to be back before Sunday and we were going to go to the Easter brunch that the military base always hosts.

I remember I was watching The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya at the time when my dad called. He said that he was sorry, and wasn't going to be able to go to brunch with me because his truck broke down. What had happened was that while towing the vehicle my sister broke, his transmission failed and had to get towed back to where my sister lived. I said it was ok, and once we hung up, I went back to my show.

I thought about it for maybe a minute, and then called my dad back. I had gotten my drivers license that winter, and since my mom was out of town, I could take her car and bring my father back. When I told him, he apparently had the same idea, so it was decided that I was to meet him in a town that was about 3/4 if the way there. Roughly a 6 hour drive.

so on Easter morning, I woke up at 7, and left town. He and my sister were going to meet with my dad's side of the family for their get together, and leave after that. This was my first time driving by myself for such a long distance, so it was quite an adventure.

I soon passed the first couple city landmarks, letting my dad know my progress with each stop. I has just gotten gas at the "halfway" point when i asked to see where they were on the road. They hadn't even left. So i just kept driver further and further, and they still hadn't left. Eventually, i just ended up driving into town, and i just met them at my uncle's house.
Not only was everyone surprised to see me, they were impressed that I made the trip so quickly.

you see, typically, it is an 8 to 9 hour drive, and I made it in about 6. I may or may not have been going a little faster than I should have been, but to be fair, I thought that it was an emergency.

eventually, everything got worked out and my dad and I made it back safely. It was a fun trip, and I am always reminded of it when I have to make that drive.

I've learned not to drive so fast, but I'm not much better...

plotting

sometime before I moved here, about 3 years ago, I remember getting off of work and deciding that I wanted to drive down and surprise my editor where he lived. It was only an hour and a half drive, so it was totally doable for a weekend. The problem was that my mom and I had barely done any packing and because of that she told me I couldn't go.

she used the office closest as an example, because it was full of clutter and crap and hadn't been cleaned in two years. I took that as a challenge. I obliterated that closet in one night, packing it and organizing it so that it was done. Once I finished it, she really had no other choice but to let me go on my trip (I'm pretty sure it was the next day).

I remember leaving town and driving down that familiar road, excited to surprise my editor. We had only been together about two months at that time. I rolled into town, and tried to be as sneaky as possible, hoping that I wouldn't get spotted by someone who knew me.

I knew my editor was at work at the time, but was going to get off soon. If his roommate was home, I'd just tell him my plan, and if not, I'd wait on the porch. Luckily, he was home, so I didn't have to sit outside.

he had the evil idea to film my editor as he came home from work, and then put it on the internet. When the time came, my editor walked in, greeted his roommates and saw me. He was holding some grocery bags and dropped them on the floor, rushing over to hug me.

because of what I pulled off two weeks ago (and posted about yesterday), this may seem like a very similar story. Well, its kind of the same thing. And because of what I did way back when, my sudden appearance a few weeks ago was not that much of a surprise, but anticipated.

it still was totally worth it.

The Great Escape

So remember how in one of my last post (about two weeks ago, if I am correct), I said that I wouldn't promise that I wouldn't do anything too crazy?

well, I lied.

After work on thursday night, I packed up a weekend's worth of close and drove south, not just like the other town south, more like 500 miles south. I want you to believe that it was a spontaneous thing and I just acted on impulse, but that would not be true at all. I planned it, all of it, because I am an evil genius, (obviously). I left a little after midnight and drove about 4 hours before I resided myself to exhaustion. It is technically the half-way point between my home and my destination, so I knew I was making good time. I slept in my car for about two hours and eventually woke up because the sun was too bright, so I kept driving.

It was an absolute perfect drive, very smooth and the weather was good. as soon as I got into the desert, I felt an overwhelming sense of something, but I can't exactly figure out what it is, it was nice though.

Not long after, I arrived at my destination, but that was when my mission really began. I had one goal to maintain, and that was stealth. Now, I know what you are thinking, why would I drive 500 miles in the middle of the night and go sneaking around another town? well, it was a surprise, and I love surprises. As you know, my editor is currently in an internship down in this said town, and though it was barely a month since his visit, I still went to see him again. yeah, go a head, call me creepy, I don't care.

Here was my plan, I was going to enter the museum where he works, walk up to the area of the museum where you can see into the lab where he would be, take a picture of him working, send it to him, and wait for him to explode with confusion. Thus, revealing my presence and executing operation "surprise!" This relied heavily on two things. One, was my editor's poor attention span, which I often take advantage of to play jokes on him (usually with him ending up with several mouseytoys in his pockets). The second is my ability to disguise myself and generally be sneaky. Seriously, if I change a small aspect of my appearance, no one can recognize me, its weird.

Everything was going according to plan, but I was too early, the museum wasn't even open and my editor was still at his apartment. So I drove around for a little while and tried to play it cool. Once I returned, I parked on a side of the museum where he wouldn't see my car. I made it into the building, payed my fare, made small talk with the clerk, and went into the gallery. This is where things didn't work out as I hoped. I waited around for a good half hour, waiting for him to show up in the lab. I saw him briefly in the little office on the side with his good friend (the one who visited us back in the summer), and they were looking at something on the computer. I waited and waited, taking various selfies in front of several dinosaur statues, but still he wouldn't show up. i eventually got tired of waiting when I took a picture of his friend on the computer and sent it to him. The picture was a little hard to decipher, but he got it,  but not before the curator of the museum found me, but she did't tell my editor I was there, thanks to my request, though I might have made her worry a little.

I walked back to the window area that looks into the lab and saw my editor looking very confused. He saw me and immediately knew what was going on. I tried hiding, but I couldn't stop giggling, which eventually gave me away. It was a very worth while trip, but I will tell the details of that later. Besides that little hiccup, my plan worked perfectly! Of course, this is not the first time I've done something like this, but that will also be saved for later.

Until then. . .