I don't know how many of you are still actively watching me, but I thought it necessary to let you know that I am not, in fact, dead. Perhaps a bit incorporeal, but not dead.
Although my day-to-day life is about as exciting as peanut butter, it's been long enough that there are a few notable updates. I'll put the updates into categories.
Life in General
Taking a break from school for the time being. I moved to a small town where I am working as a sales associate at a place called Taylor Maid, which sells hair product, theatrical makeup, costumes, and wigs year-round. I utilize my employee discount much more often than I should, considering what I'm getting paid. One of the head honchos of the company has invited me to be a makeup artist for the Halloween season, though, so that's pretty cool.
Got into a relationship with a 'great guy.' Broke it off after four months due to sheer lack of communication on his part. Pro tip for suitors: Don't ask somebody to be your girlfriend and then put forth the bare-minimum effort required for basic human interaction. (After much healing, I've given up on real men and have once again resorted to pouring all of my love into intangible, fictional characters.)
My computer decided one day to delete all of my Microsoft Word documents. I didn't discover this until a week later, when the most important recoverable files had been overwritten. I gave up after hours of digging through the cavernous recesses of my computer's hard drive. Strangely, despite losing six years of my personal stories and hundreds of hours of my heart and soul, I wasn't all that upset. Instead, I treated it as an excuse to pick up writing again. Serendipity at its finest.
The Rare and Elusive Beast that is Art
Back in June, I took two weeks of drawing workshops at the college: portrait drawing and figure drawing. Both classes were taught by a jaw-dropping artist by the name of Colleen Barry. I learned so much about observational drawing from this fantastic woman, and you should look up her work if you're unbothered by nudity.
I did a 31-day makeup challenge during the month of July to get some practice in and increase my skill level. It was a lot of fun, but also a lot of work! I've been too lazy to post each individual challenge... Maybe I'll upload a collage of the ones that actually kind of turned out.
I attended a Renaissance Faire at the end of August, for which I haphazardly threw together a faun costume in three days. (It was like my own personal Face-Off challenge!) Despite running on forty minutes of sleep on the day of the faire, and then spending entirely too many hours in thirteen-inch stilts and consequently demolishing my feet, I enjoyed every minute of the event. After the faire, my friend and I met up with a mutual friend at a China market and we all went to a noodle house. My goatish features elicited many a confused stare from uninformed strangers.
I experienced Comic Con for the first time ever last Thursday. I threw together a quick Grave Robber from "Repo! The Genetic Opera" for my costume, and a surprising amount of people actually recognized the character. Since I was helping man the Taylor Maid booth, I didn't get to explore the con very extensively; now that I know how fun it is, though, I want to attend more cons in the future without any work obligations. (I've always been curious to dabble in the world of cosplay.)
My drawing style has been suffering for many months, and I strongly dislike my current sketchbook. Does anybody have any hints for getting out of an art funk?
My mom and stepdad invited me on a canyoneering trip to southern Utah with their climbing group. Not only did we hike, traverse sandstone chasms, and wade through waist-deep pools of water, but I got the opportunity to rappel down a sheer, 200-foot cliff. I'll never forget that view.
After weeks of jokingly discussing trespassing upon the nearby abandoned hospital, a friend and I spontaneously decided to actually jump the fence and explore its interior. The building is huge, dilapidated, and supposedly haunted. He and I recorded the whole excursion, hoping (and also not hoping) to capture footage of ghosts or disembodied voices. The scariest thing we found in our hour-long adventure, though, was a ridiculous amount of inappropriate graffiti. I was legitimately more scared of getting caught by the police and fined than running into dead bodies or druggies.
I've been binging on manga and anime lately, most likely as an escape from post-breakup depression and the daily grind. I revisited the first manga I ever picked up, D.Gray-Man, after learning that Katsura Hoshino started the series again after a years-long hiatus. My love for this story and the characters within is unmatched. I adore Allen. I plan to make a body pillow of his hand. I would be such a cougar for that boy, you have no idea.
I got free tickets to the Haunted Circus, the self-proclaimed "Scariest Haunted House on Earth." I invited my fellow hospital-trespasser friend to come with me on Saturday, and we had a grand old time. I can't agree with the Haunted Circus' slogan, since I couldn't help but laugh with pure glee the entire time--I was so entertained and so excited by the atmosphere, costumes, and gimmicks that there was no time to be scared.
After a month or two of me not attending, my dear coworker/friend invited me to come to church with her. She calls me every Sunday at an ungodly hour to get me out of bed, then drives over and picks me up. I'm incredibly thankful that I get to spend Sundays with her family; it gives me something to look forward to every week. As payment for me eating her delicious food and frequently taking much-needed naps on her couch, I'm sewing her Halloween pirate coat.
Huh. I've babbled on for much too long. I'm sure I could come up with more, but I'm just filling space at this point.
Kudos to those of you who read all of that. Thank you! You are much appreciated. For those of you who didn't read all of that, I don't blame you, and you are still much appreciated. All you really need to know is that my life is bland, save for the occasional happy day that reminds me why I soldier through it all.
Until next time, my beautiful minions!