aww, that's-- daaamn shiki!
i wonder what percentage of my journals bear the sleeping emoticon... coz i'm thinking like 90%.
anyway, i'm at work early again, so it's time for another journal. seems like that's the only time i write journals any more.
speaking of writing, don'tcha just hate it when you sit down to write one story, and a whole other one comes out. i've been trying to make myself work on this one story, but the problem is, it only comes in fits and starts. i started it, i don't know, a couple of months ago, and then, about a month ago, totally scrapped what i had so far and started over. i got a nice big chunk that day, but then i didn't get anything until like last week, when i got this shorter but far more important chunk of this dude's life, and now i really wanna write about him, i'm actually starting to like this guy and his story, except now, i got nothing. he won't tell me a damn thing. it's like, he almost killed these three jerks and so now he's not talking to me. i can see how that kinda thing'd get you down, but i think he just likes to dwell on the past, and all the horrible things he's done in the name of standing up for himself.
not like i don't have about 5 other stories i could be working on, but still... i don't wanna work on those ones~ ::whining:: ::bad grammar::
and of course it's been freakin a hundred and five outside this whole week. like, literally, 105 degrees. this is ohio. i'm from michigan, and new hampshire, and boston. anything above 80 is uncomfortable. 105 is like, death!
<speaker voice>this is a test, this is only a test, to see how many times you can use the word "like" incorrectly. what are you, 16?</speaker voice>
my boss is on vacation this week, so i'm coming in early every day this week. i'm sleepy, i'm sooo sleeepy, but that paycheck is gonna be quite lovely. and of course i have nothing to do. everybody knows my boss is on vacation, so no one's calling. mary has a bunch of work to do, but it's all property quotes, so there's no help i can give. and i think i hurt the shredder. ::evil laughter:: i was shredding more ancient policies, and there's this click noise from the shredder and then it stopped shredding. with the paper half-way in. i kicked it around a bit and cursed its existance a lot, and it finally worked again, but it smelled kinda funny, so i decided to leave it alone.
now it's pouring outside, and i'm just sitting here, being lazy on the job. and thinking about buying a WACOM tablet. i have a tablet already, not a WACOM, just some little cheap thing. it works well enough with the likes of photoshop and corel painter, but it doesn't work at all with open canvas, and i found this new painter-esque program called DeepPaint over on the digital art forums, and my tablet doesn't work so well with that either. instead of coloring on the page, i end up rotating the page. around and around, in big circles. with no coloring going on. now i suppose the obvious answer is, stick to photoshop and painter, but i absolutely love the way the colored pencil brush behaves in this DeepPaint thing. the ones in painter bug me. they don't really operate the way my real life colored pencils do. but the ones in DeepPaint are alright. the ones i really like are in a program called ArtRage, but that program's really made for people w/ tablet pcs. one day i'll have one. just not today. luckily, both of those programs are free. too bad the tablet's not. guess i'll be heading over to eBay or something. course if anybody wants to donate one... yeah right. actually i would be willing to pay for one, it's just that a hundred plus dollars is a little outta my range right now. what i really need to do is save up and buy that tablet pc that i've had my eye on for like, a year now. tablet pcs are smexy.