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Oct. 2nd, 2003 12:58 pmWell, here I am, on live journal with all the rest of the bozos. I personally prefer books to write in, but oh well, I know tons of people who are on here, so why not.
Chris wants to go to B'ham tonight to see Victor Wooten, we're flat broke, but Brian's willing to front us two of his numerous spare tickets. Only problem is we were just discussing yesterday how broke we are, how we're going to be broke until the paycheck after this next one, and how we don't need to go to stuff like this. I'm apprehensive about the whole thing really. On one hand, it'll be great, a good time, probably a great show, intimate venue and such, on the other, I'm so freakin tired of working my ass off and still being broke. Stupid Book Systems and their bad money management, can't pay me jack. Oh, but what's a girl with dreads to do in the professional world.
Last weekend's brief traveling really got me thinking about such things. What if we could just hit the road, just run around and see where we land? I was going to try to sell some jewelry I had made up last weekend, but the lot scene just wasn't happening (if I had been selling veggie burritos or grilled cheese and beer, I would have made a killing, wares just weren't going). I guess I was going to use that as somewhat of a test of how well my work would go. Granted it's still all pretty simple, I'm just starting to branch out beyond hemp now. I walked over to Psycho and Daedra's table and he's got pieces for sale for as much as $3600 (beautiful intricate wire wrapped bracelets, rings, pendants, incredible work really). How to compete with that in a lot? Then there's the fact that we just signed a 2 year lease about 2 months ago, so we're kind of stuck here at least that long. Hopefully it'll work out that Chris finishes school and our lease runs up and then we could just head west, or anywhere but here really. In a perfect world I suppose.
Well, now its official, we're going to put ourselves in just a bit more debt to go tonight. As Chris put it, this is a credit card trip. Seems every time we start to catch up, something else really cool comes along. Apprehension growing, growing, growing. . .
Chris wants to go to B'ham tonight to see Victor Wooten, we're flat broke, but Brian's willing to front us two of his numerous spare tickets. Only problem is we were just discussing yesterday how broke we are, how we're going to be broke until the paycheck after this next one, and how we don't need to go to stuff like this. I'm apprehensive about the whole thing really. On one hand, it'll be great, a good time, probably a great show, intimate venue and such, on the other, I'm so freakin tired of working my ass off and still being broke. Stupid Book Systems and their bad money management, can't pay me jack. Oh, but what's a girl with dreads to do in the professional world.
Last weekend's brief traveling really got me thinking about such things. What if we could just hit the road, just run around and see where we land? I was going to try to sell some jewelry I had made up last weekend, but the lot scene just wasn't happening (if I had been selling veggie burritos or grilled cheese and beer, I would have made a killing, wares just weren't going). I guess I was going to use that as somewhat of a test of how well my work would go. Granted it's still all pretty simple, I'm just starting to branch out beyond hemp now. I walked over to Psycho and Daedra's table and he's got pieces for sale for as much as $3600 (beautiful intricate wire wrapped bracelets, rings, pendants, incredible work really). How to compete with that in a lot? Then there's the fact that we just signed a 2 year lease about 2 months ago, so we're kind of stuck here at least that long. Hopefully it'll work out that Chris finishes school and our lease runs up and then we could just head west, or anywhere but here really. In a perfect world I suppose.
Well, now its official, we're going to put ourselves in just a bit more debt to go tonight. As Chris put it, this is a credit card trip. Seems every time we start to catch up, something else really cool comes along. Apprehension growing, growing, growing. . .
