I frustrated myself over the designs, especially over the fact that the folds were not the greatest and I heavily HEAVILY over-shaded in some places and I was too far into it to fix it. I am just glad I worked it until it was finished rather than giving up, even if it wasn't perfect. P.S. A 'Fat Pack' is just another way of saying there is more than one colored item in the set, when bought by a SecondLife user.
And I watched Modern Family. Also did that a little today, finally on season two. I'm getting laundry done right now, FINALLY. I keep waiting until I've run out of clothes to do it.
Yesterday, I had this dream that Mom and I were being taken by this woman on a highway and we saw this semi in front of us, speeding heavily. For some reason, we were hoping this was just part of some movie stunt and not something dangerous. Mostly, because it was the same tint of green as that car from the first Fast and the Furious movie.
The semi does a flip RIGHT in front of us, we narrowly miss it and keep driving. We ultimately decide it was just a movie stunt...so much so that we want to go check out the set. So we decide to turn the car around and park it.
In the middle of turning to park on the grass, another car spun in front of us and parked, race car style (the driving style, the car was a dark sedan looking thing) and others park ahead of it, following our lead. So, basically, they ALL want to go visit the set. Mind you, this is on a highway with thick trees lining both sides.
So we run back to the semi and the late Paul Walker (R.I.P.), who had previously entered the woods, comes out and beamed widely at the sight of all the fans. I give him a light greeting and my Mom goes next, with a crowd gathering behind her, and does this fist thing with Paul and she does something in his hand.
She then hands me this graphite keychain with a graphite mini statue of a pumped fist and forearm, his. It also has this lime green metal bottle opener attached to it. (The kind you see all the time in those Auto Part stores.) Then he asked where he could get one of those. (fist) He said something to Toretto, who is on a Harley. Toretto answers, slowly and deeply with a single raised nod, "Yeah."
And I think the dream ended after that. I've been waiting to write that dream since yesterday. I just made myself too occupied to an entry yesterday.
April and I cleaned a bit today. She decided we shall not be buying any more hot dogs for the house becaue we eat unhealthily as it is. She's got a point BUT hot dogs come in multiples and make more meals quantity wise. But I won't both disputing it. When she's decided something, it's pretty much firm. Not a big deal. We're not going grocery shopping until tomorrow, God Willing. I'm still wondering what I want to do with the rest of my day.
I'm partially wondering when Mom will be inviting me back to the house because it's gotten to the point where I only visit about once a month now, which is fine. It's transportation that is difficult to handle (as far as when it comes time for me to leave there and come here, whoever is willing to drive)
4:50 p.m. I want to see when my tax refund is coming but I don't know the exact amount of the refund to find out. I know it in dollars, but not cents.
5:19 p.m. I watched Modern Family and now my laundry is drying. It would be a good idea to wait until tomorrow to wash towels. Until then, I have a mind to read my Bible, drink some lemonade and read The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. God bless, Jesus loves, Died, Rose, Saved. Amen, in Jesus Name, Amen! God is able!
6:03 p.m. -_- Oi. Well, for one thing, I have 50 pages left of the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
She has, just now, relaxed and apologized and asked me to propose some solution that will get the dishes done. To be honest, I don't think there is one. Why? Because since we are supposed to be responsible for our own dishes, I cannot control each individual in this house to make sure they follow through on a plan. The only solution to making sure the dishes get washed is to wash the dishes, there is no other way. The way is our individual willpower, which I cannot control aside from my own. And implementing a household punishment just makes this look crazy and takes a simple thing out of hand, and normalcy.
Mind you, this isn't happening yet. She said she will put up signs asking it but if it comes down to it, she will do this....
Yes, I'm upset, baffled, a bit angry. Yes, writing this may have consequences, but this is the platform for speaking my mind and if I don't write it, they will ring in my head to little end. Sigh.
7:42 p.m. We talked it out and nobody is upset anymore. Everything is okay. No complaints.
9:00 p.m. Just been hanging out with April. Again, I say, we're all good and calm now. Right now, I'm wanting to design another outfit. At the same time, I don't, because I take at least 5-8 hours at most to finish one and it's already dark. My laundry is not done and I'm in desperate need of feminine products, thankfully, April is helping me out there.
10:41 p.m. It took an hour and fourty-one minutes but I found the mesh I want to use for the dress I'm making. I'm happy!! :D Night all. I'm not designing tonight. Searching for the perfect dress base I wanted took my energy. As always, God bless, Jesus loves, lives, saves~!