Shhhh

I am trying to decide whether I want to die right away when it starts.
Or live through it and see the new world.
England is the first to go. Japan is making arrangements because it is also at high risk right away.
And they say the most stable place to be will be Western Siberia (in terms of tectonic plates).
I really don't want to go!! Or at least I should make my way to the other continent. I don't want to either.
But you know, at high times planes won't fly.

In all seriousness my mom is worried like crazy!! And now the whole family is into it too.

So we decided to make a list of the predictions with a corresponding list of our actions.
In the end better be safe then sorry. But noone listens to each other anyway.
Do you know about that guy who was on the Titanic ship?
He was on the Titanic and he remembered reading a book where the tragic fate of a ship called Titan was told. And the circumstances in the book exactly matched those of Titanic. So he got off and ran away. And then things happened.

Things are different nowadays, something happened to me. And it has to do with fashion. (!)

I used to wear what I like and be mildly interested in style. So mildly that I wouln't even talk about it too much. My main points were only buy what you like and only what looks good on you.

But sometime recently a tiny switch has been flipped. I have finally found a complete way I would like to dress. And now I stive to fit within that repertoire. Getting dressed is not just grabbing what I like and putting it together anymore, its fullfilling an idea. And when I have fullfilled that idea I am so happy, like I've hit the nail on the head, like a still life perfectly set up. And I enjoy it, oh how much I enjoy it.

Since my closets have never been what I would call overly anbundant, I've learned to switch things up a bit, like a european woman. And I dress with a desire to look "french", even though only vaguely, if at all, do I know what french women dress like. I am, in fact, perfectly aware that my idea is nowhere near reality, but nevertheless that's what I call it, "I want to dress like a french woman."

And every time I have an opportunity to get dressed with an idea, I yell, "No, I haven't fullfilled my repertoire yet! I can't quite get it, oh my, oh my... Do I look like a french woman yet?!" And my mother would say, "Absolutely french!" because we are, once again, absolutely late.

- I like your scarf! Where did you learn to tie them like that?
- I looked it up on youtube...

I want to memorize this blog!!!
http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/
And I think I read the "best of stevepavlina.com" articles (on the left) all in one go.
Ahh so good, so good.

My paintings and I are in a show!!
when where and how?
At the
Guild of Creative Art
620 Broad St,
Shrewsbury, NJ 07702
732 741 1441

December 5th - January 6th
Opening Reception: Sunday, December 6th 2:30 - 5 pm

I have two paintings in. Come and see. Except that noone lives in New Jersey but me.

Rasputin had a personal secretary.

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that provides for an interesting image

I love curly hair and I want to go back to school.

Happy Thanksgiving ...mmm

I made up the menu this year:

oven roasted duck stuffed with apples
fried farina
blins
cranberry jam
pumpkin bread

(we don't like turkey, too big for us)

stylish I say

The last post was it, I've done it. I've made a painting blog. http://vanovskaya.blogspot.com Follow me!
That doesn't actually mean I'll post my own paintings over there. I'll just blab about it. And maybe that will make less painting thoughts everywhere else, or not.

I stumbled upon the paintings of Maureen Gallace recently. (here: http://paintingperceptions.com/?p=559) And I sort of liked one of those paintings. But I couldn't decide if I liked her overall or not. Then some time passed. And the other day I looked and looked at her paintings again. Trying to decide. And looked and looked. And finally decided that I did not like them. Not even a little bit not even at all. Because while I was looking up Maureen Gallace I stumbled upon this painter: http://louisamatthiasdottir.com/index.html - Louisa Matthiasdottir. And that has made all the difference. She is great! (Besides the fact that I really love the north.) Her paintings make my hands itch. They make me want to paint. Well, right now I think they are great! (Especially in comparison to Maureen Gallace). Any thoughts?

I am thinking about starting a "painting blog" on blogspot. What do you think?
And also I am thinking about starting work on my "portfolio type" website.

But if I have either one of these, what's the point of having the other one?

to someone or air:
- oh you know, I always do my painting homework the morning of.
teacher:
- !!?
- I was joking!!!
- No you weren't.

Just dropped five knives.
Five men will come?

Someone said,
Make a painting of what your life is about.
In all seriousness, I don't know what my life is about.

And then livejournal said,
If you could change one major thing in your life, what would it be?
And I said, I would change everything in my life except for one thing.

Yesterday I accidentally drove into a closed- off construction zone.
And while cops and construction workers abound:
- Oh noo! I turned the wrong way!!
- Where were you t r y i n g to go?

Happy Hallooowweeeeeeeen!

I, all of a sudden, miss Chicago.
Oh well.

My guilty pleasure is

livejournal.

And I am out of tea.

Imagine that.

The other day I drove to my work by myself, which is about 30 mins away.
It took me two hours to get there. Why? I made a wrong turn. And spent the next two hours driving around in circles, large and small, down big streets and little streets. And I did have a map. And I did finally make it, of course. And I'll spare you the whole detailed story. But the best part is that I still don't know how to get there.

In the very beginning I was afraid that I'd be afraid of driving itself, but apparently there is a larger problem at hand: I have no sense of direction or space what-so-ever.

However I am so used to wandering that it doesn't bother me except if I am late. And if I am late then I just might have a heart attack or die of nerve wreckage.

So to that haircut next week? I'll leave two hours in advance and with a full tank of gas.

UPD. Haircut: I missed a turn and was an hour late. And all the while I stopped four times to look at my map.