The Band Quiz By Rahel
I used to play Oboe, so a double reed is close enough for me. ^..^
So much cosplay stuff done.. so much to go.
Until the weather is nicer, I really can't go back to my sanding, etc.
I feel like such the handy-person. I've been drilling, sanding, fiberglass-ing, bondo-ing, more sanding, dremel-ing, and all sorts of other -ings that are associated with "real men" and "real tools." I feel spiffy.
The shoulder pads are turning out well. The Latex paint is acting funny, as only latex paint can.. so I'm a bit unhappy with it..but it'll all work out well in the end. When I finish doing touch-up paint-ing (another -ing!) I can spray sealant all over it, and then attach the gold bumpy rivet things. Then, I need to re-do the trim on the hat, seal that, and paint the two other "rivets" on there gold. Unfortunately, the windowstripping adhesive works.
I say unfortunately.. because it has the consistancy and color of snot. It's green, slimey, and moves VERY strangely. It stinks, it's a skin irritant, and it's really gross...
But at least it works.
And at this point, that's what matters.
Everything else can get taken care of with touch-up paint.
I'm spending too much money. I think it's because I have a job again. I need to stop.
Work is kinda stressing me out. I'm not even pulling 30 hours a week, and I'm whining about it. I *AM* doing the full-time student thing, too.... but I still don't think I have any right to complain. I just wish I had more time off to myself again. I've put in time for A-kon already.. but I don't know if I'm going to be able to get a Saturday off so I can go to Scarborough Faire :( I'm really looking forward to going on the 20th, but it might be too late for me to get it off. :/
On a weird note..
I've been having mild panic attacks lately. I don't know what's causing them... Suddenly, my heart will start beating rappidly, I freak out, and I want to run away. I get really scared.. but the worst part is, I know that if I run off alone, it won't get any better. I think it's stress.. but M seems to think that it's a combination of stress and some of the medication I'm taking. Could be. I'll find out soon enough. Until then, I'm using that as my excuse tomorrow for missing so much class.
I'm so stressed out. The worst part about all of this is when I'm stressed out, I just want to curl up into a ball and give up on everything. That's really no good.. because that's the time I need to kick it in the ass and get stuff done, so to speak.
But.. ever since highschool.. people have been using stress to try to motivate me. It's like poking me in the eye with a stick. Not only does it accomplish nothing productive, it makes me want to curl into a little ball and cry.
I hope I don't have to go to work so much anymore.