Chelsea Margaret

Making collages, again. And cleaning up all the ridiculous amounts of scraps as well. A lovely way to spend a Sunday night I think.

The title to this little blurb is a lone fortune I found, buried under old photographs of people I don’t know.

I love fortunes. Not saying I don’t love fortune cookies with the same amount of zeal, but really, crispy cookies can’t stand up to little pearls of insight on tiny pieces of paper. As thrilling as it is to receive these bits after some good sweet n sour pork, I tend to think they’re much more poignant when they’re found randomly. It’s much more of an event to find a tiny scrap of paper in the mess of everyday clutter, than to crack open the vessel it’s supposed to be in. The element of suprise, and survival, that’s what I mean.

Obviously, I’m almost completely disoriented.

In essence, my weekend consisted of getting food poisoning on Thursday night, then, simultaneously, having a terrible reaction to new medication. I’m just now getting close to normal.

As I’m not a real big fan of running to the doctor for every ailment, I tried to figure out how to make my misery a bit more bearable.

Turned out that not eating completely was the only way to keep my stomach at bay. So I haven’t eaten much since Thursday, and, being the wise individual I am, I downed a diet rockstar before heading to work.

NO idea what I was thinking. That much caffiene in my empty stomach made me a crazy person. Seriously. Customers couldn’t escape my banter.

Pause.

Have you ever met someone so over-the-top perky that you want to be sarcastic and difficult just to spite them? And I’m not talking about people who are just straight up happy. There are definite lines between tolerable and slappable on this subject.

Those who are persistently happy tend to have an overall aura of well being and peace with them. They don’t try to choke you by shoving sunshine down your throat in a pastry bag.

Perky, however, is where I start wanting to pull my hair out.

Oh wait, their hair out.

Those perky creatures of the world would just LOVE to help you mop up the mess you just made, on purpose, and they aren’t even being sarcastic about it. They’re really trying to convince you that they’re pumped.

They run around, doing everything possible to make themselves elegible for earth’s citizen of the year. Having a bad day? Well, they’ll give you a free mocha, a four dollar gift card, try to tell a story about something even remotely similar to yours that happened to them not too long ago, and leave you with a pouted frown and a ” I hope it all works out for the very best… have a nice day!”

And then, you want to take off the lid and toss the mocha in their face, because shutting them up would actually make your shitty day better.

Deep breath.

5..4..3..2…1…Going to my happy place.

As is apparent, I have a bit of a pet peeve that has been scratching on my chalkboard for one day too long.

I might go crazy.

Or burn the place to the ground.

I’ll keep you updated.

In other news, I watched more movies this weekend than I have in an entire month. Roughly 90% were on VHS, and I must say, it was the ultimate sick day activity! To be completely honest and selfish, I totally lucked out because Andy got food poisoning too, so we got to stay in bed all day and watch movies and laugh about how ridiculously pathetic we were.

Okay so I can’t make that sound remotely enjoyable, but I promise you, for being as ill as we both were, I actually had a great weekend. Wouldn’t want to be quaranteened with food poisoning with anybody else.

Awesome VHS collection I have. Yes, I’m bragging. A little sampler from this weekend’s film festival….

-Roman Holiday ( best movie ever made. Period )

-Waynes’ World ( A close, close second )

-Elizabethtown ( Not because of Orlando Bloom. Unless you’re into guys that dress like fairies.)

-A Mighty Wind

Good times. Didn’t make it to Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, but I have to ration these things, otherwise sick days will all start to feel the same.

OooOoOhhh!!

Story of the CENTURY!

Art Gallery in Pullman.

Run by artists.

STUDENT artists. A chance to get some up and coming works into Pullman. For those of you who don’t know or haven’t noticed, the WSU Museum of Art is the only gallery space in Pullman. Compare that to good ol Moscow Idaho 8 miles away, which has a handful of galleries, in addition to twenty something businesses that open their walls for a monthly art walk. It’s a crying shame.

Enter Andy, Nick and me.

Nick happens to be the current President of the WSU Art Student Union. An already succesful one, considering the juried show that is being hung right now raked in 300 dollars for the cause.

Rent downtown on Main Street is 800 a month.

You do the math.

The snowball effect started this morning, now that’s all I can think about. I can’t think of a better way to spend my time and energy. I’ve wanted to own a business since, well, junior high. It was then I first started reading books about entreprenuership and small business practice. I started as a business major at both Western and WSU for these same reasons. And this could be my chance.

We have the dream team in the three of us. Nick is insanely gifted artistically. Insanely. His work is brilliant and he hasn’t even graduated yet.  And he’s already proven he can get people together in the art community.  Andy, is a computer genius, not to mention a pro web designer ( yes, pro ), aspiring metal sculptor AND the expert on anarchy and guerilla art. I, know business, given about every member of my family has or does own and operate their own business, and I have connections with the communtiy of Pullman ( let’s hear it for being the low profile drug trafficker ), as well as the aspiration of being a curator.

Brilliant.

Just realized I’m still babbling about this. I’ll stop now before the idea loses it’s appeal to all.

But this is not the last time you hear of this.

Today’s collage isn’t my best, but it makes me laugh. For that reason, I like it.