Seriously, from an email I received from a foreign fashion outfitter:
Do you still remember the days when you were 16 years old? Or are you aged at16 now?
Do you have any unforgettable memories?
What did you wear at that age? Beautiful dresses?
Do you want an answer? It was a period of extreme awkwardness and psychological torture, otherwise known as adolescence, and HIGH SCHOOL. I would like to not think about it. And my fashion choices were rather disappointing.
And also THANK GOD I AM NO LONGER 16.
That is all.
So, I’m up right now for the market that begins at 10. Setup won’t really take that long for me, and I figure I should have some breakfast, pack myself some snacks for the course of the day, etc. I made a bunch more bracelets, I have plenty of earrings… going to bring the trivial pursuit earrings and circuit sheet pendants, and I think they will be well suited for this venue.
I’m better prepared than most occasions. I slept alright, though not long.
I’ve done a good amount of shows now by myself (I think there’s only about 2 where I was accompanied by anyone), yet I’m always hit with some anxiety. Waiting for the show where things really take off. I feel like this could be a really good one. (It’s a shame there will be all these record dealers there, and I won’t have much of chance to look—unless people visit me and watch my table. Or I’m placed right next to one…)
Just want to use my creativity for something I love. It’s a great feeling, making conversations with those passing by, talking about what I’m making.
At a programming job, confined to the walls of a cubicle, there’s no time for that. Then outside of the job, no one would really know what I’m actually talking about…
Great thing about setup today… it will be a peaceful drive into the city on a Sunday morning.
Now, what to wear?
I’m not one to give up. I can’t and I won’t even if no one is going to be alongside me.
That is all.
I stand in the Wawa, and manage to have serious deliberations about cost per ounce of coca-cola for the 20 oz, 1 liter, and 2 liter sizes. Clearly, the last in the best value, but I am actually picking up each bottle to read for comparison.
All this to get a necessary element for a rum and coke.
Is this a sign of being more adult and conscientious, or being a neurotic nutjob? Or perhaps neither?
*steps into the tardis*
go on, say it. people always do
does this have wi-fi