I finally thought to actually change the border colors on this silly blog! Ever since the Pink Incident I’ve just been too busy and distracted to bother with copying and pasting the old blue border color back into the template. Now I can finally move on, shaking off the shackles known as the color pink. 🙂
Speaking of pink shackles, I got out of designing a wedding for someone. I’ve spent roughly 80 to 90 hours designing an absolutely gorgeous Martha-Stewart-Eat-Your-Heart-Out wedding for this girl that I don’t even know because I need to boost my portfolio. But her rather, um, how to say this tactfully… erm, *overly* stressed mother keeps changing the design, and then giving me lectures. Such as, “Well, honey, professionals do it this way… da da da da da.” She doesn’t seem to get it through her head that I get paid between $22 and $50 an hour just to design stuff, and I was doing this wedding for pretty much nothing. I just needed to boost my portfolio a bit. I thought perhaps the mother-of-the-bride would just let me at it because she’s heard all sorts of amazing things about the first full wedding I pulled off which happened in February. Without trying to gloat, I did an absolutely beautiful job for only have two weeks to do it, having never met the bride, and only visiting the reception site once. (I’ll put pictures up as soon as possible — they’re still on my laptop.) Anyway, word has spread around that I kick serious butt at designing weddings, so when all this started with the latest wedding, the mother of the bride was basically grovelling at my feet. Now she’s giving me lectures about being a professional, saving money, and arranging flowers. Never mind the fact that as of a week ago the mother was completely shocked when I said I could pull off Posh English Country Garden for under $1,500. Everything. Under $1,500. And I was going to make it well under that, too. Oh well, her loss. I can only imagine what the bride’s going to say when she finds out her mother botched it.
I suppose that brings me to my next subject. Do you have an industrial space you need designed? I need to boost my portfolio for design school and that’s one thing I’m still lacking. An office, a doctor’s office, a cafeteria, a restaurant, anything. I’ve got pictures, I can prove I have skills. If you’re interested, email me. You want professionalism? I’ve taken down two companies, I can handle professional. You want cheap? Hey, the first wedding I pulled off was well under $1,000. I decorated my bedroom for well under $500 (take that, Trading Spaces! Hehehe.) Anyway, this is getting silly.
I’ve got to take the SAT on Saturday. I’ve decided not to be nervous about it because I suppose it doesn’t really matter. I know I’m rubbish at math, and I know the University I want to go to doesn’t need to see my SAT scores, they just need the ACT. Since I’m not worried about the English bit, that’s fine for me. But you know what’s strange? On my little SAT practice test, I aced all of the story math problems. I *loath* all math, I hate it. I’m terrible at it. Except when it comes to story problems. If I can see a practical use for it, hey, I’m peachy with that, I can do it. It’s all that stupid “P+Q=?” crap. What’s up with that? P and Q are letters, dang it. If we’re talking letters, R should come next, right? 🙂
Can you see me twirling blonde hair around my finger yet? Can you imagine the gum chewing, the platform shoes, and the tube top? Nah, seriously. It’s just math. I’m okay with the rest of it, and I’m really not too worried about going through life not knowing how to add my P’s and Q’s. I can manage money like a bandit, that’s got to count for something. Besides, in all the different options I’ve thought up for what I want to go into as a career, I don’t need to know complex trig or calculus. MIT can keep their math whizzes. I happen to be an English person, not a Math person.
My email’s backed up again. I go away for one weekend and it’s backed up for ages. I think I’ll deal with that after the SAT.
Good news! My fake toe’s almost done. Woohoo! Sure, the CIA guy said it would take months, but I think he likes me. We got at least 8 messages from him in about four days, and I’ve been in to see him three times in two weeks. I think he just likes me cause my feet are ticklish. 🙂 When he spread this weird purple goop molding stuff on my foot it was really hard to keep from laughing. He had to use a palette knife to spread it around, and he had to get it between my little toes. It tickled! Anyone would be ticklish if someone stuck a cold palette knife there. And don’t even get me started on when he had to pull the purple goop off.
I got a call from him earlier this week, saying that he had already gotten the initial sculpture done on the toe, the thing he said would take forever. When I went to see him he said, “Well, I just felt like making a toe last night, and it happened to be yours.” Then he turned around and smiled and his cheeks got a little red. But anyway, the toe looks amazing. It was hard not to cry as he held it up to my foot. It’s been seven years since I’ve seen anything resembling a real toe on my left foot. Ever since I was eleven my left toe had been a scarred-up, nail-less mess. To see something so real down there was strange. I don’t even remember what it was like having a normal looking toe on my foot. I’ve gotten so used to it looking strange that I automatically shirk my left foot away from people, hiding it behind my right ankle and such. It’ll be a great feeling once that fake toe’s done and I can actually wear it. The Sunday after I get it, I’m wearing open-toed shoes to church. I may even paint the toenail. 🙂
I think I should get some sleep now. If my grammar and/or spelling has taken a dramatic turn for the worse, I apologize. I’m slowly slumping forward onto my keyboard, quickly falling asleep. I’ll try to blog tomorrow. I need to get back in the routine of blogging. With over 50 people visiting this blog every day (holy crap! How’d that happen?) I should give them something to read.
Good night!