sometimes life is tough.

well, after 10 days of construction the forest kitchen is finally open. we never calculated the actual number of hours worked, but we did discover that we broke 100 hours in less than 6 days. i can now do basic plumbing and electrics and my construction skills are honed more than ever (not that they were ever honed to begin with, but you understand?)

i'm seriously lost. i'm a part of something i love, my mind is active, things are good but socially i'm still not found. it seems that i've found about 2 people that are on the 1332-level, but they're never around. i've been in one of my angsty moods lately, but it has lasted much much longer than my usual adolescense phases that hit me.

bah - get over it mateo!

in otherwords, hippies are driving me mad. as a part of the kitchen rebuild i've taken it on myself to refurbish the bathrooms. i've taken the room with the sinks, painted it a deep green and then did some coulping in gold. the colors go really well together. it is simple and (not quite) classy and just looks nice.

UNTIL

some chick put it on herself to hippiefy the damn thing. she's painted a huge tree where the trunk is a womanly shape.


how fucking clever. the tree as a goddess.

now normally this might not bother me too much, but aside from the overwhelming cliche that is screaming out of the bathroom it is just bad. bad bad bad. the tree could have been painted by me. I AM NOT AN ARTIST. it is horribly 2-dimensional, the colours haven't been mixed well and the chick has decided to use green sparkly puffy paint to put the face on the tree. god. it is awful.

fortunately i will be painting over the thing shortly and things will be better.

joy