More snow, more fun?

Well, it was another one of those days: woke up around 6ish. Why on earth would i do that on a sunday morning? Actually, i decided to listen to one of those voices in my head to which i never pay attention... and for good reason: i volunteered for a youth dance festival that took place in a way too cold arena, which gave me not only the shivers but also developed a not so fun headache. The least fun part? Basically i didn't even get to observe most of the dance competition as my job involved staying out for most of the event, waiting at a table and handing 1$ ticket to the very few people who did not already purchased a ticket in the previous days of the festival, and frantically checking my emails since the other two girls, clearly smarter than i (but almost knowing what the job really involved) had brought with them a book or ipad.

I don't own an ipad but seriously, i do value my time! Turning my thumbs is something i don't even allow myself when i'm by myself. Even when i watch a show, i tend to do something more... productive. Like half-read a book, paint, socialize online (well, you know, we need to do that too, so if i do 2 things that are not so productive at once, i feel a wee bit more not completely unproductive).

Back home now and enjoying the furry company of my new cat-friend, cheese, the cutest little cat i've seen in a while! She landed in my place last Friday for the weekend. She's quite the kitten! fuzzy and purring like a machine, but afraid of her shadow. As soon as i get up, she runs as if a hornet was stuck in her butt, but if i sit down, she jumps on me and can't seem to receive enough love. Well, well.

Compared to her, Achilles basically looks like a fat and grumpy Garfield. Quite the picture!

This evening, painting! There is no way around it; i really want to finish this painting that i've been working on for more than 2 weeks now. I'm taking a curious pleasure in working complex hair-do, which, hopefully, will look fucking amazing when i'm done. But again, with painting (not like other things in my life) i tend to be one of those: perfectionist.

I'm serious about that. And i profoundly despise perfectionism. The quality, not the people. Well, the people sometimes. Depends who... And how. I mean, how their perfectionism affects me.

Or when the bitterness that comes out of their perception of my lack of similar perfectionism affects me.

Fact is, when it comes to painting, i am somewhat of a perfectionist! (which also implies that i despite myself... or this specific aspect of myself... and how it affects me... how my affects affect me (this is getting complex - Spinoza, where the heck are you?!)) <-- this bracket was a bracket in a bracket, a practice i actually enjoy very much because i enjoy non-linear speaking, which my listeners might not enjoy so much, but for the lord (!)'s sake, you're reading this blog, you can just scroll back a little, eh?

Back to where i think i was: i can spend hours on the smallest details, and if i'm not satisfied with something, i just won't stop. Seriously, this is serious condition!! I'm not quite sure how i feel about this...

Seriously.

As you can see, the picture isn't of high quality (taken with my iphone) but of course, this is just a tease...

Raining all weekend...

Woke up at 5:30am, with the sound of jazz on the radio; i must say, waking up early is the way to go (although i absolutely didn't say that when the alarm went off!...) Getting to work, checking my emails, my FB, my twitter... Wow! Already two hours have gone by, and i still haven't started working per se. But, most visibly, it is now 7:30 and apart from green tea that my stomach is requested angrily (or hungrily?!), i am wide awake and ready to start the day!

No painting involved just yet though, but this is what i will treat myself with this evening. My lover's long gone to L.A. (not just yet, thank "somebody") but evenings will be dull as hell and nights cold as fuck.

And now, what is this i hear..? Purring? What's going on with you, Achilles? Is it because i woke up at 7:00, finally, after all those years of meowing your way to my bed, in hope i would get up and cheer you up? Literaly, if it wasn't for the pair of huge balls that hang below his tail, i would think s/he's in heat or... something! But he's having none of that, just regularly love-seeking attitude; climbing on the piano, the desk, my lap; orbiting around my body and purring like a damn tractor! What the fuck?! Did i miss something? Oh well...

So there you have it: plan of the day? Also going on a trip of my own, but nothing as exciting, hot and HOT as L.A.! There will be none of that for the poor francophone soul that i am, but only the sad-looking, grayish, lost in time, somewhere in the 40s, campus of YorkU, Toronto, on which they are currently buldozing the only green space that made this place bearable, and to do what exactly? An entrance for the subway in four years. Hm... Oh, don't get me wrong! this is all good news! but still... going they make the entrance in a building?!

The event is the Grad Humanities Conference: The Everyday... as well as a zillion books i need to drop off at the library, ugh!

Stay posted! I'll put some art very very soon.