Motherlode (or, being a fresh grad bum)

I have the taste of expensive mango juice in my mouth. With the money I bought this juice with, I could have gotten a piercing AND rode home, if the cash were mine, earned through something called a job. But I am unemployed and will be for a month, so I have to spend my (dad's) money on this Seattle's Best mango juice so I can sit here to wait to be picked up and go home.

Living with my parents while I wait for June to be a working grad student has perks and all foh sho, like no rent and free food+internet, which is paradise for a bum like me. But it also sucks, in the following ways:

1. Ever played The Sims? There's a little cheat there called "motherlode" (about which you can ask me in a more sims-related note) that makes you frikkin rich as crap without having to work. That is how my life feels like now, save that I'm not frikkin rich as crap. Not having to pay rent or buy my own food kind of feels like I'm cheating life and going about it the easy way. Like in video games when you cheat, it's like you didn't really play the game.

I'm sure worrying about bills and all is a horrible, horrible thing and that when the time comes that I'll have to do it, I'd wish there were a true to frikkin life motherload cheat to solve my problems. But comfort isn't really everything there is to life. I believe that when Adam and Eve were exiled from Paradise, it's so that they can learn to make awesome stuff like bread, and the internet. Now we have freewill instead of a comfortable existence without growth. You just HAVE to get out of your comfort zone to come up with awesome stuff. And right now, in my life, I'm not sure about the awesome 'cause I'm super effin' comfortable.

2. I can't get a piercing when I really want one.

I know I sound like a spoiled kid who has the luxury to complain about how easy things are going for her, but in a month I'll start working part-time for my grad school scholarship. After that I'll probably be a literature teacher. I'll have time to complain about poverty.

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this was written in May when i was jobless. now i do have both a job and a piercing. and i'm complaining about poverty.

Neurosis

It drives me a little nuts to see that the cap of the pen in my blog's layout is off.

Boyish Little Girls, Girly Little Girls

I was on a silent retreat and I drew these. Supposedly the redhead would have been drawn better, because I like boyish little girls. But I guess I tried too hard on that one and made a better blonde kid, and in a pink sweater no less. Maybe my subconscious says I like girly little girls too.

お友達。

by me, a couple of years ago.

Me and my best friends see each other about three times a year. But somehow when we're together it feels like we see each other everyday. It's like nothing has happened since high school.