I started making pendant necklaces with shed snake skin in them, and I gotta say they look pretty awesome.
Like definitely sellable quality awesome. I really like making them too. You don’t know for sure what they’re going to look like until the last piece is in place, it’s pretty interesting.
I was gonna make this entry all long and complain about a ton of shit, but I’ve decided to not do that and just be done instead. Read a couple pages from one of the weird ebooks I’ve got on here, then try and sleep. Peace.
Haha man, what even am I? I have no idea. Clinically depressed almost certainly… But not in the mood to get put on pills about it. Weak and wanton. I had a bunch of dreams about being in grad school and weird things were happening and there was a giant bear??? Or something?? And it was kinky sort of somehow. Not the bear… The bear wasn’t kinky. The general undertone of the dream was, but I can’t remember exactly how… Only that I woke with that unmistakable feeling. Anyway, I don’t even know if grad school is really what I want out of life at all… But it’s something, you know? I’m not thrilled af about it, but I think it could be good for me, and I do really hope I get accepted. I got an official “your application was received and is under review” letter in the mail today. So that’s cool. I scored a pair of tickets to see one of my all time life heroes in March. I’m very psyched about that. It sold out in like 30 minutes, it’s amazing I got tickets. I’m going with my little brother, he was super psyched as well. I don’t feel like saying any more about it right now. Why can’t I fucking muster up the will power to do the rowing machine every day? Like it lives right there in my fucking house, there’s no excuse. You know what I’m really passionate about? Snakes. Fucking snakes. Ball pythons in particular but all snakes in general. My fantasy future is to run a top of the line breeding facility with the highest possible quality of care for the animals. And to have part of my facility be a non-profit reptile rescue where I take in reptiles in need and get them the medical care they need and find them good homes. Oh, and in this fantasy I also do community outreach programs that help people learn about reptiles and I do little seminars about proper care and housing. Also, all of the snakes’ shed skin would be used to make cool jewelry and trinkets and stuff that I would sell to support the rescue. As you can tell I’ve thought about it a lot. Lmao. But it’s hyper unrealistic for a ton of different reasons. But I like thinking about it, and I love snakes. I don’t know why, I just do. I love them. I’m gonna go watch some egg cutting videos on YouTube and then go to sleep.
And she makes herself a crown upon my head
She is the purest thing in my life
All cool scales and lidless eyes
All fearsome instinct and gentle wiles Craving food and warmth and domiciles
And she makes herself a crown upon my head
We got another snake. He’s a lavender motley corn snake and he’s incredibly cute and incredibly small. He ate a meal on Friday, which is awesome.
I fucking love snakes like I feel so passionate about snakes. I haven’t felt this passionate about something in a long time and it’s kinda nice, even though it’s kind of a weird thing.
I’m doing a lot of freelance work this week… which is really nice money wise, but sucks pretty much every other way. And yet I keep hoping for more. I need the money. Keep it coming. Keep me busy and bored and antsy and anxious. Hell yeah, give me that work.
I’m watching my parents dogs tonight which is kinda annoying because it makes getting my work done harder, but whatever. I said I would do it.
Other stuff is happening too but I don’t feel like talking about it so I’m not going to.
Here’s a picture of tiny snake. It doesn’t really do justice to his amazing pink/purple (lavender) colors… but it’s still mad cute.
I tried to dye my hair the other day and it came out sooo fucking stupid and my roots were waaaaayyy lighter than the rest of it and it looked fucking terrible with a goddamn stripe down the middle of my head. Soooo I ended up dying it twice more before getting it acceptable. But now it’s wicked sad and dry. I did a deep conditioning treatment but I’m probably gonna do another one soon. But seriously I was full ready to damage the shit out of it before walking around looking like the offspring of a skunk that fucked a clown. It was a monstrosity all around. I went on a walk this evening and it was cool and lightly raining. Beautiful clouds and trees and sounds. But then when I was almost home I had a mildly embarrassing encounter. So I’ll probably dwell on that for a week or so. (It might haunt me forever! 🙂 there’s just no way to know! 🙂 ) hide hide hide hide. I want to be my snake. Hide inside a log, curl up on a warm spot and sleep for a few days. Until my old skin just sloughs off. Until my old skin sloughs right off. Until my old skin all sloughs off.
Hey, hi, hi, hey. I successfully made it through my birthday. It was actually not bad at all. I went to my parents house and we just hung out for a long time and went to lunch and it was easy and everyone was happy and overall it was a very nice experience. My new age has settled over me, and I suppose I’m okay with it. Or at least getting there. We went to a play last night (part of my birthday present from my parents, along with another play in like a month, and the phone that I want when I can get an upgrade in like two months. I think I’ve convinced my mom to take my old phone, and **finally** join the modern -smartphone having- world.) The play was okay, it could have been 30 minutes shorter and 30% funnier… and it would have been amazing. I’m pretty much over forever and ever really truly incredibly over dramas about people cheating on each other and getting cheated on and yeah. Snoozles. One funny thing was the three old people sitting behind us could not fucking figure out that some parts of the play were like… plays within the play. They literally had no idea what was happening 90% of the time and I felt bad and kinda wanted to explain it to them but didn’t want to bust into their conversation and reveal my true identity as The Amazing Eavesdropper(TM). My parents still don’t know I have a snake lol. I should suck it up and just tell them I’m a MAJOR FUCKING ADULT they have to deal with my pet-having decisions. Speaking of my snake, she’s awesome and I held her for a long time last night, and I let her go on the bed to explore and check it out, but she ended up just hugging my leg and staying all close to me and it was the cutest shit ever. I’m ridiculously attached to her tbh. In less cool news, today I started bLeEdInG in that special fucking monthly way, and I feel a little bit terrible. I could tell last night it was probably going to happen. Even though this break isn’t *my* break exactly, I’m treating it like it is. This time is mine and I’m going to read and chill and enjoy it as much as I can… because when it ends I’m really going to need to take care of shit.
So things have been more or less okay, I think. *knocks on wood* *literally does it* My wish bracelet finally fell off. Jeeze, I was wearing that thing forever. My snake is still really awesome. I held her for a really long time last night, and then she chilled in my bra for like a half hour. She got comfortable and just curled up there, enjoying my body warmth and whatnot. She might have been asleep it’s hard to tell with no eyelids. It was extremely cute, in a ~snake boob~ sort of way. *posts a picture whether you guys want to see my snake and boobs or not*
She would have stayed there longer, but I needed to feed her, so I pulled her out. 10/10 snake, highly recommend. It’s ridiculous how attached I am to this cold blooded reptile. Jeeze. I’m once again without any work. I really need to either find more clients, or just find some other way of making money that’s more stable, because I’m getting pretty tired of this feast and famine, monetary uncertainty bullshit. I got a $20 bonus for my last round of work for “finishing work on time”. Like really? I thought finishing on time was like… the bare minimum for freelance work, but thanks, and I accept your $20.
I got an *actual* blister on my finger from my bass guitar the other day. That’s what I fucking get for not playing for so long. Still, it was really gross and ouchie and mostly gross, but it’s gone now, and I should play more. I’m really hungry, but dinner isn’t going to be done for like two or three more hours, so I’m just going to have to deal with it ay? Just chill and tremble slightly because I drank too much coffee with too much nothing else in my stomach. Cool.