As a going away present from my old coworkers from FLUOR, I was given some Wal-Mart gift cards. I knew two of them added up to about $55.00 but I had one that I didn't know the quantity of. Why I was given Wal-Mart gift cards, I don't know, nor did I believe there was one of those monstrosities her in Bellingham but sure enough I was wrong. It's in a location north of the Bellis-Fair mall that is definitely a Wal-Mart location and contained the same variety of customers you'd see in, let's say, the Tri-Cities.
So, I'm kind of low in money and when I remembered I had these cards I was like "holy shit! I don't have to starve until Wednesay." I spent about $57.00 on beans, rice, milk, tortillas, eggs, cheese, cereal, chips, bread, and a toothbrush. I'm really great at looking for low priced non-brand items but after I had everything rung up I recalled how expensive food is/is getting.
I came back to the Summer House™ and made a bean, rice, cheese burrito thing. It was a bugger though because I had to toss a ton of chile powder and other seasoning in it just to get it even the tad bit spicy. Now begins my Mexican cuisine phase.
I headed upstairs, updated Amy's WordPress/website, drew a bit, then Rod (the fellow that's subletting his room while he's gone) came in with a ridiculously tall and cobalt colored bottle of presumably cheap wine and asked if it was mine. I imagine my roommates were all talking about booze, looked above the fridge and then wondered who's bottle that was. Apparently it just showed up since no one knew who's it was. So, naturally, it was opened and poured.
Here's the thing.
It was terrible. Worst-wine-ever; it was definitely cheap wine (that probably went bad). It was elected that it be thrown out but I denounced that saying that it would be a waste of cheap wine and that it ought to be drunken. I said I would take up the responsibility and was then my roommate, Cameron, said that he would not allow me to drink it by myself and decided to join my cause. We drank the poured amount that everyone else didn't want to drink and closed the bottle so that the remainder can be consumed at a later date. Seriously, this stuff was god awful.
I did start on finishing the damn webcomic strip, which is good. Also, my head is flying with ideas for the new comic I want to get done. They're not really ideas as much as content I'm going to put into it. It's just really scattered all over my brain right now and I'm afraid to type anything out and I think I'm going to do this one on the fly like I used to. It's more fun that way.
I've been reminded of the problem with having a job for 40 hours a week is that you hardly get any time in the evenings to do anything.
I checked out the room yesterday in Monroe Manor (1030 Garden St. Bellingham, WA 98225) and listened to the landlord talk about Andy Worhol, the Velvet Underground, reception of artists that are 'of their time', and other art in the media stuff. It was good to hear an opinion and POV on that stuff but it was kind of hard to listen to him and be able to respond or switch topics. I suppose it's to the same degree that people may have conversations with me. Ironic.
The room reminded me of the depressing room that Javier lived in after he moved out of his parents place. The carpet was the 50's or 60's looking brown, orange, yellow, and stain color and the walls were wooden. I'm second guessing staying there based off of the fact that it may not be a good idea to be in the same building as Catherine and Anna since we already lived in the same building as each other last year. Also the downstairs partition of the building is pretty much isolated from the above portion of the house. I think the bottom is meant for the guys but the thing is that I get the feeling is that even with eighteen people living in one place there is still a high chance that an individual can acquire some anonyminity. That, of course, depends on the individual and whether or not they want to know or be unkown to the other residents of this establishment. The landlord told me a few stories about peolple that lived in the manor but no one knew that they existed. Kind of sad.
So, I'm mulling this over and in either place I'll be living in a basement. I don't really want to live in the original house but at the same time I don't think it's too great of an idea to live in the manor. I do think the manor is $50 cheaper though.
After checking out the room I headed over to the Summer House™ to start whatever project I was going to work on. I talked to Matt and Susan for a bit, decided I was tired and wanted to take a... four hour nap? Not really what I intended but I was really tired. I woke up, ate something, then I watched a film with Matt and fellow roomate Jeff that had to do with a russian mofia, a baby, an undercover agent, a diary, and prostitutes. The title had 'eastern' in it and the damn thing was confusing at points because it was like "bam, unexplained plot twist." It was pretty violent and two throughts were slit. I would not recommend watching whatever the film was called.
After the film I headed upstairs and started to put up posters and started to figure out what dimensions I want for the book I want to make this summer. I hopped in bed around 1:30 and until around 5:00 I drifted in and out of consciousness. I was tired but I went to bed with an unfavorable mood and several things on my mind that kept themselves injected into my head probably all night. I did come up with a few ways to start a comic and maybe a premise but I'm still formulating things.
Today I'm going to get some sketches worked out for one poster I'm going to make, maybe pencil the painting I'm going to work on, and work on the unfinished webcomic that I've been meaning to finish.
I worked for about eight hours yesterday and afterwards called Richard-the landlord for the Monroe Manor on Garden Street. I'm meeting with the fellow at the manor today at five but I'm unsure as to what might happen after that. I paid this months rent which has left me with $13.07 (something that I'm not proud of) and I'm slowly waiting for next month when I get paid for my current wages. So, in a couple weeks I'll be fine on money and so far the plan for the Summer is to hardly spend anything. I'm going to travel between here and Seattle as well as the San Juan to visit my sister but that's about it. Oh, yeah, one trip to the Tri-Cities.
