It Beads Me
I changed my blog template once again. The other template had glitches unfortunately. And I really liked that old design with the scrappy pictures and notebook.
Yesterday I had a serious writer's block. I didn't feel like writing nor did I know what to write about. I hate those days. It's like the light in my mind was switched off.
I met a woman last school year at JB who creates jewelry as a part-time gig to sustain her during times she didn't have much work as her line of work is sporadic. I wondered if she made any money in it - the items didn't look that great. I didn't want to ask. And then a few days ago, I browsed through Walmart and I realized why some people make jewellery. There were rows and rows of beautiful beads, charms and other trinkets that you can coordinate to create your designs. The beauty of it all wasn't so much making big money, although that would be nice, but rather, the joy of creating a piece of art. The possibilities of what you can design are endless. I was so tempted to pick up a few items but I don't even have the basic know-how of creating jewellery so I opted to learn the basics first and then try my hand at it.
I talked to Tristan last night. I can't even explain my feelings for him. In so many ways, he's just like Justin, except in some areas, Tristan might even be worse. He's extremely shy, lives with his parents, doesn't appear to have particular goals at the moment, he's slow to act on things (he didn't sign on to facebook yet, or has commented on my site) and if it matters, I think he's a virgin. He's not the type to fool around with girls. Should that be a good thing?
But there isn't a doubt, he's got that something. He's got such depth to his soul, I can't explain it. He always wants to know more about the person he talks with, always asks the right questions, always ponders about profound matters, always says your name before he says good-bye.
Oh I need help.
GW
Yesterday I had a serious writer's block. I didn't feel like writing nor did I know what to write about. I hate those days. It's like the light in my mind was switched off.
I met a woman last school year at JB who creates jewelry as a part-time gig to sustain her during times she didn't have much work as her line of work is sporadic. I wondered if she made any money in it - the items didn't look that great. I didn't want to ask. And then a few days ago, I browsed through Walmart and I realized why some people make jewellery. There were rows and rows of beautiful beads, charms and other trinkets that you can coordinate to create your designs. The beauty of it all wasn't so much making big money, although that would be nice, but rather, the joy of creating a piece of art. The possibilities of what you can design are endless. I was so tempted to pick up a few items but I don't even have the basic know-how of creating jewellery so I opted to learn the basics first and then try my hand at it.
I talked to Tristan last night. I can't even explain my feelings for him. In so many ways, he's just like Justin, except in some areas, Tristan might even be worse. He's extremely shy, lives with his parents, doesn't appear to have particular goals at the moment, he's slow to act on things (he didn't sign on to facebook yet, or has commented on my site) and if it matters, I think he's a virgin. He's not the type to fool around with girls. Should that be a good thing?But there isn't a doubt, he's got that something. He's got such depth to his soul, I can't explain it. He always wants to know more about the person he talks with, always asks the right questions, always ponders about profound matters, always says your name before he says good-bye.
Oh I need help.
GW
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