Water droplets are just the most perfectly perfect thing in nature

I have a horrible fondness for water droplets, especially when they are on a plant and you can see sunlight reflecting through... Ahhh! Just lovely! And because of this, I have a horrendous number of pictures of water droplets. But that's okay, because I like them. And I think I've already mentioned that.

And I think that I should go back to studying now, because I know I shouldn't be blogging when there are more pressing matters to attend to.

But still...this is just so much more fun.

Except that stupid Blogger won't let me upload this picture right way up. Argh.

GO STUDY!

GET BACK TO WORK ALREADY!

Beware: Prone to Random Painting Outbursts

Do you ever feel the need to just make something? I do. On occasion, at least.

I get all restless, and I can't decide what to do with myself, and then I decide that the best way to expend the extra energy is by making something. Because, for some reason, having a physical product seems to be a very satisfying type of work.

A couple of days ago, I spat this landscape out. It doesn't matter that it's not especially good, it's just fun to make.

I must say, oil paints are very pleasant to work with. Hopelessly messy and impossible to keep off of your clothes (don't tell my mother, though... I'll never be allowed to paint at the dining room table again), and the table, and the tablecloth... But it's worth the danger. I love smushing the colours together--it's just...nice.

Today, I had another attack, and I made this:

Fun, no? I think so. Now I just have to wait for them to dry. For like three weeks. Probably the biggest downside to oils, but I guess the pleasure of working with them is enough to counteract the wait time.

My Music

"...what the ****
is you gonna do
about it..."

(followed by amazingly heavenly moment of electronic magic...bzt bzt bzt bzt bzt! It's Simian Mobile Disco's Hustler, by the way...)

Pause a moment! Whoa Angelina, quit singing! Someone might be listening. You're sitting on the bus surrounded by people. Singing out loud is going to break just about every bus-social-norm there is. Not to mention the fact that your friends are going to make fun of you again...hmmmmmm...

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Today's playlist of choice: "Argh, you're being a social retard again?"

Songs:

Hustler (Simian Mobile Disco, Armand van Helden Remix)

What Else Is There (Royksopp, Trentemoller Remix)

Panic Attacks (Rogue Element, Benassi Remix)

The Repetition Kills You (The Black Ghosts)

Must be played quite loudly, to get the desired effect of drowning out my thoughts.

Why is this particularly necessary? Most of my music is categorized by mood. This one is reserved for days when I'm mad at myself for being a social retard.

Maybe social retard isn't specific enough--how about "situationally socially retarded"?

I'm quite socially adept under most circumstances, it's just the presence of certain people (or, at the moment, a certain person) that I forget how to act like a normal, intelligible, friendly human being.

It's a terrible weakness, which will continue to make me miserable until I find a way to remedy it (other than resulting to my music as therapy...). Unfortunately, talking to him seems to be out of the question. Unfortunately again, talking is a major part of human interaction.

Argh, you're being a [situationally] social retard again?

Yeah, great, I know.