(actual date is November 4, 1995 -- blogger won't let me date anything before 1999 so I'm going to have to place several old entries in 1999 so they at least read in the correct order.)
I have about $20 I can spend any way I want to naturally I'm going to spend it on egg stuff, but I can't decide what to buy. Should I invest in some basics, like dyes, cups, and an electric skillet or should I go whole hog and buy something more exciting? I want some more rubberstamp embossing stuff, for example. I'm sure that's going to be a flash in the pan so I want to get some more colors while they last. I also want to try some tijanting and needles and some of that bright neon dye in the Sax catalog. But also want methyl cellulose so I can marble, and getting some Photo Flo wouldn't be a bad idea. AAGGHH!! And I need more plastic cups, and an eyedropper. I don't know what to do.
The small folder on boat put always the related notes in to spur inadequate. It's just too small to handle the volume Suwannee the notebook. There's one more thing I need to buy.
If I could do anything I wanted to I'd go salvage store hopping. I'd start in Grand Prairie, and go down to the office-supply and one in Dallas; the one I been wanting to check out for three years now, then hit Fazio’s and maybe find a couple more in Irving. But did anyone ask me what I wanted to do? Of course not. And they’re right not to. After all I I'm 25 and still living at home. I should be out of the house making my own entertainment, not having to wait for someone to provide it. But I still feel sort of neglected, which is stupid. And selfish.
Marty is going to help me get some part-time work at the school during registration. It probably won't pay more than minimum wage, but if I can get even a few days doing that I could pay off the terrible student loan. Another thousand dollars or so and I'll be finished with that company. Wouldn't that be nice? And even if I get enough hours, I could probably do Christmas for everyone this year.
Eggs aren't going well. I think about them constantly, but I can't 't talk myself into dyeing anything. I don't know what's wrong with me.
