Apples!

My sister and I have acquired a couple boxes of apples. Who wants to have an applesauce/apple pie making party?! They are delicious apples. I will let you have some if you are nice to me.

School starts in a little over a week. My job has been pretty learnsome, but sometimes it's a long day of boring installations or stuff like that. It's a pretty nice relaxing job for the summer though. Nice to have a little something to do so I don't feel like a total bum, but 20 hours a week gives me plenty of time to have fun as well.

My month-long summer has been fun enough to almost make up for the fact that I only get a month. Lots of floating in boats, and enjoying the sunlight. Enough books to fill in any space when I don't feel like playing wow or enjoying the sunlight. It's a good life. My bedroom and livingroom are far beyond messy right now, but I'm not too terribly worried about that. My oldest sister and my brother-in-law are coming out to help us find furniture next weekend, so it'll have to be cleaned up by then. Visitors are great motivation for cleaning up.

Don't forget to tell me if you want apples, or apple pie, or applesauce.

Hobbies?

Lately I've been plagued by what I like to call artistic itchiness. It's like when your imagination starts running and you're like "I'm sure I could make a story out of that." Or when you see something gorgeous and you can just picture some impossible addition to it, and you wish you had the talent to draw it.

This feeling has almost always been there for me, whether it's writing, drawing, digital art, music, whatever. I always have the feeling that if I actually put effort into it, I could be really good at those things. However, since I haven't, I know that all I would do if I tried is add to the mounds and mounds of crap that people put out there in the name of "art." The result, then, is artistic itchiness. The desire to do something, but the unwillingness to subject people to something terrible. It takes time and effort to get to the point where it's no longer something terrible, and I have too much other stuff that I want to put time and effort into.

So I will instead simply whine about it. Or maybe get a s00per s3cre7 sketchpad and hide it under my bed. Probably both.