I get so anxious when we have projects in school because when they know you’re an artist you get this feeling that you have to present something amazing when 100% of the time mine looks basic because I don’t have the time or the patience to make an art piece for a fucking history project.
I keep thinking about Mettaton going to the beach and all the problems that would entail but what haunts me the most is that because he’s a robot and his shoes are pretty much attached he can’t walk well on the sand and has to wear sandals like this
hey guys! so as of late, you’ve probably noticed that I haven’t been actively on here as much as I used to be. I have a new job and college has become pretty time consuming. I’m only ever really on here to set up a queue and the occasional break from work/homework.
so with that being said, I guess this is my official announcement for being on a semi-hiatus of sorts. I’m not disappearing completely whatsoever. I’ll pop in every so often to fill up my queue so that way there’s still content on my blog.
if on the off chance I have the time to take a long break, feel free to tag me in things so I can check them out! I track #usersierra or you could always tag my url!
I hope this finds you all well & that things are good x
Okay so as of wearing this outfit, I’m officially hired for the ESL teaching job? (I’m writing this caption a week later.) I’m wary of getting too excited, since I don’t want to jinx it and then get fired.
Anyway, I’m teaching every day for the rest of the summer–sometimes just mornings, sometimes just nights, sometimes both–so putting outfits together is hard and I may have to put the challenge on hold. I basically have to look professional from the waist up every day! There have been some times where I’ve just worn a nice shirt and gone without makeup because I didn’t have any time or energy to get all the way fancied up. And other times I’ve done a nice shirt and some quick makeup but I haven’t gone The Full Outfit. We’ll see how it shakes out, and my schedule should be less intense during the school year.
I can’t quite decide if I like this skirt or not–I got it at the last minute on the last day of the rummage sale. It’s clearly handmade, probably also vintage, and I think it’s charming. However, it’s a little tight in the waist and a little difficult to work into my wardrobe. Maybe I’ll sell it on Etsy?
[Image description: one full-body photo of a young woman (me) with short, light purple hair that is pulled back into a half-ponytail with a clip. I am standing in front of a blue wall. I am holding a metallic pink cane in my left hand. I’m wearing a blue lace T-shirt (the body has an opaque lining, while the sleeves are only lace and therefore sheer) tucked into a skirt. The skirt is pink and goes to mid-shin; there is a ruffle around the bottom. The skirt is hand-painted with colorful flowers, birds, and zig-zag patterns. I have on brown sandals with thick straps. I’m wearing purple earrings with big, stone (amethyst, my birthstone) beads as well as magenta lipstick. As always, I have on my round black glasses.]
My boss (we’ll call him Steve) is one of those guys who’s always attached to his email. Whether he’s at his desk or answering them from his phone, he will stop the conversation immediately and read the email. No warning. The sound will go off, he’ll stop mid-sentence, read and reply to every email. This annoys me. A lot. While going over a very important project (well into the $40-$50 million dollar range and long-term), I’m briefing him on talking points and covering the power point on the projector. A few slides in, he gets an email. Immediately Steve pulls out his phone and begins reading and replying. I’ve dealt with this for years, and this is where the revenge begins.
I’m on slide 6, and while he’s buried in his phone, I progress the slide to 13 and patiently wait for him to end. He looks up, oblivious to my trickery. Mind you, he has to present this within a few hours to top-tier business management, and this a project that we’ve been working on for months. I finish briefing him on the rest of the slides, we take lunch, and eventually the guests arrive for their briefing. Steve’s taking charge of the meeting, and I retreat to my office, where I can still clearly watch the presentation but don’t have to participate.
Steve’s hob-knobbing, talking our guests up, laughing and joking. As he’s talking to one particular VP, he gets an email, and in normal sh*t-lord fashion, he stops mid conversation and reads it. The VP did not like this, not one bit. He interrupts Steve’s email reply with a hand wave and a, “let’s continue.” This is where I get my second idea for revenge.
Eventually Steve gets to the power point presentation, yammering on like he’s the one who spent all the time on the fancy fly-in’s, formatting, research, etc… Until he gets to slide 7. I can see him pause, break his jovial manner, and begins reading word for word what’s on the slide. He’s no longer chipper and poised, he’s floundering. Little does Steve know that I’m about to launch an email war on his psyche that he is ill prepared for. See, since I’ve been in my office, I’ve been collecting all the emails that came in that needed replies, drafted the replies, and have them sitting on my desktop. I’ve CC’d Steve to every one of them, because I’m just that good of an employee. As he skips to the next slide, I send the first email. I hear his phone jingle. He pauses and instinctively reaches for his phone, throwing him off his presentation. He looks around, and then continues. A minute later, I send the next email, then after a short pause, the next… And the next… I can see him sweating bullets, his brain imagining some catastrophic failure somewhere in our building, in shipping, in product sourcing, etc… But he can’t check his emails without breaking from the presentation and pissing off the executives.
It’s still going on. I have about 8 more emails to send, and he has about a hour until he’ll be able to slink away and cower over his phone like Gollum holding the one ring.
What to do when your cat violently refuses a collar (the answer is give up)
so. i’ll preface this entry with a general apology, and a ‘hi i’m not dead’ note. some things happened, and they were more important than running a blog on an obscure website, so this fell a little to the wayside while i was dealing with that.
chara is still a big fluffy asshole. in a fairly recent development, he’s decided he’s my asshole.
he wasn’t, however, impressed with my decision to make my claim on him visible.
given he’s out and about fairly often (read: all the time) i thought i’d get him one of those fancy quick-release collars, so at the very least people will know he’s not a wild cat. he uh. wasn’t a fan of that.
the collar is in pieces, and i’m pretty sure the amount of blood he drew from me should have been concerning. i’m typing this covered in iodine and gauze. here’s hoping the salve i put on my hand gets to work soon.
So I guess this’ll be my first contribution to the fandom? It’s really been long overdue.
Anyways I’ve been practicing watercolor painting and decided to paint some Bills, because he’s always my go-to for drawing and color practice (and the only thing I know how to draw but that’s besides the point).