lllookalive | EVERYTHING SMELLS LIKE LAYTEX ACRYLIC! OMG ARGH.

...So I finally started painting today. And by "started" I mean, i started at 12pm and finished, aka needed to stop or would've gone batshit, at almost 11pm. Looks good, though. At least, what I could see of it. The lights in my room suck. So I'll see what needs touching up tomorrow. But aside from that, now all thats left is the trim and the detailing, aka fun part. Although, it is pretty amazing to see something that I thought up three and a half years ago as sort of a kid with an overactive imagination's fantasy turn into... my walls? Luckily I was underfunded a few years ago, so between then and now have procured a few of the necessary things for such an endeavor; i.e. painting ability. So now my whole room looks like the sky after sunset. Its actually really pretty, but I think I may have to work on the gradients. I went through Color Theory and had the number one most anally retentive grayscale gradients, yet somhow gradients are even MORE of a bitch when you're painting a whole freaking wall. Go figger, huh, kids?
Lucky for me, I was working with laytex acrylic... sound familiar, SCAD people?
I was *covered* in the stuff. Omg. I think I still have it in my hair, and theres a bunch I didnt get all over the top of my foot. Who knows where else. But yeah. Tomorrow, aside from the touch-ups, I have a day of NOTHING!!! I am SO excited. Today I woke up at 4:30am to go to a kickboxing class that turned out to be some lameass aerobics thing with a lot of flailing. Undignified. Ugh. Anything where you jump around to obnoxious techofied versions of the oompa loompas in the old Willy Wonka movie (ironic...) at 5am while someone screams things at you, wearing sneakers, I can totally do without. I made it forty minutes before leaving, prying my shoes off, and vowing not to wear them for a week; or... until I have work. Argh. I dont want to flail like a moron. I want to learn balance and control of movement. When did fitness turn into hyperactive gerbil-hour?
Never thought I'd say this when I quit... I miss dancing.
I keep putting on my old pointe shoes and spinning around the living room... and crashing. Damn small house.