QueenofNightmares

Its been a long time since I posted a journal. I don't have anything particularly interesting to talk about. I have absolutely nothing interesting happening in my life. Well I do. I just kinda don't want to post it up on the internet before talking to people about it in person? Ooh the suspense! Its not good suspense, so wipe that smile off your face.
So looking at my last journal it says I quit my job at CBC. This is funny. Because I work at CBC again. I hated being a cashier with a passion and my boss basically begged me to come back. So far, this has been a marvelous thing. I really missed working there. The stress is still there, but it will be that way no matter where I work. It is work after all. CBC stress is just so much easier to manage than Bistro stress. 
I have a new car that doesn't break down once a month. It is more expensive but, I'm saving money by not having to spend $400 to get it fixed every month or so. So that's nice.
I've not been doing any crazy art lately. I have been doodling (and I've uploaded all of them that I've done recently that are any sort of quality work). I did buy a coloring book for when I'm stuck on hold at work, but I don't think I can really post that sort of thing on here. Found out that I really enjoy coloring. And this isn't just your average "color one color in between the lines" coloring. Ridiculous shading and blending on every object on every page. I just wish I knew someone that needed a colorist... I would totally color all the things for money.
That's about it really. Aside from the thing I don't really want to talk about on here. So yeah.

Things that have happened since I last showed my face on dA (the short version):

I bought a new camera recently and we went to Spring Grove Cemetery to christen it. So be prepared to be bombarded with photos. In fact you might even see this journal post after you see all the photos. But rejoice! (huzzah) for I am come, and I have brought art to share.

Books about mental illnesses and/or mental institutions/sanitariums? I want to research for a new idea I had but am having no luck finding good research material. I posted this on tumblr as well and one kind soul was nice enough to give me a list. It is as follows:

Better but not Well: Mental Health Policy int he United States since 1950 by Richard Frank and Sherry Glied.

Mental Institutions in America: Social Policy to 1875 and Mental Illness and American Society, 1875-1940 by Gerald Grob (these two can be kind of dry, but they were pretty comprehensive in their review of mental health policy in the United Stats since its founding).

Handbook on Mental Health Policy in the United States by David Rochefort.

Back to the Asylum: the Future of Mental Health Law and Policy in the United States by John LaFond and Mary Durham.

If you know of any books (preferrably  not from the sick person's point of view) I'd appreciate it!

Apparently on the list of things I don't do anymore, deviantart is towards the top of the list. I haven't had time to do any art lately and even if I did, I'm not sure I'd take the time to put it on here. This website just doesn't hold the same allure to me as it used to. I spend most of my time on tumblr now. When I'm not on there I'm not on the internet at all. Maybe that will change now I can get to my computer and I can leave it on all the time now. I can't guarantee that I will have any to say on here when I do stop by to visit. I'd share my tumblr but I feel like that's not something I want to spread around a lot. Though I think if you tried hard enough you might find it. (and I might have posted it here before)

While I'm here I think I might ramble a bit. I moved again. I didn't move far, just across the parking lot to a different building with a one bedroom. Right now you'd think I was in the beginning stages of hoarding. What with the box and trash all over the floor. But its turning into a different place slowly. I moved a lot of stuff into my (tiny) closet. I have a tv set up. I have a desk with my computer on it. I finally put a lamp in my living room. I have internet. I'm still not an adult though. I don't know why people keep treating me like I can do stuff on my own. The only reason I'm surviving now is because I'm never here by myself. I think today might have been the longest I've spent time in the apartment by myself, that wasn't sleeping. Eventually I'm sure I'll start making my own dinner and things here... But probably not soon.

My 22nd birthday is on Wednesday. Can't say I'm really feeling anything close to birthday-ish right now. The things that I would want I can't really have. I was saving up money to buy a camera, but with the move I lost a good chunk of it to down payments and deposits. I don't expect to really get anything, which is fine.

I have a playlist of music I made to keep me entertained at work and I noticed something weird about one of the songs. As soon as it starts playing I immediately think of a certain book I have. Right down to a specific moment in the story. Its weird. I don't think I even had the song when I was reading that book...

Its not like I don't want to do art stuff... I want to. I doodle while I'm on the phone. I got excited when I realized I could have a room just for art. I just... when I sit down to really draw I can't think of things to draw. And everyone comes out bad. I need a big book of ideas.