the glory hole.
my name is celeste. i paint, do yoga, ride my bike, cook delicious food, and listen to music. i live in florida, i have a cat, and a boyfriend. i don't know if i enjoy life all that much, but i'm doing a half ass job at making the best of it.
going to new york city for my first time. wanna get lost. what should i do ?
A couple of older pieces that I did maybe about a year ago. Perhaps more. I’m trying to sell them so they can have a good home, otherwise these images will meet their demise. I will destroy them (paint over them). I’m willing to make a really good deal on both of them separately or together.
send me an ask for details if you’re interested.
like I said these piece mean a lot to me. It was a fun phase for me. That’s why i’m pushing to sell them rather than destroy them. I’d really love for them to be appreciated.
i don’t know why people don’t quite understand this yet, and i’m sure i’m guilty of it sometimes like everyone but i try not to be…..it’s pretty rude to shove shit down people’s throats… whether it be religion, politics, or dietary lifestyle ( vegan, vegetarian, whatever) it’s super rude….. if you like satan. good. i’m not gonna try to get you to be a hindu. if you like george bush. good…. i don’t care. won’t try to change your mind. if you eat meat…. awesome…. i’m not gonna take you to a vegan restaurant and make you eat bean sprouts. (unless you want to) ….. i don’t know. i just notice this stuff a lot…. and it just leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth. we’re just humans…. lets just let each other be whatever kind of human we want to be. we don’t have to agree…. but lets not try to.
i ordered my bridesmaid dress for my best friend’s wedding too late, and i didn’t know it was gonna take like 20 days to send the fucking thing. i paid like $50 for rush delivery service thinking…. ” oh! rush delivery. that means they’re gonna hurry the fuck up. cool. “
i was wrong. i guess the shit was being sent from fucking antartica or some shit, because it’s gonna take forever, and so i canceled my order after i talked to my friend, who was having a bad morning because her fiance and herself had gotten into an argument about god knows what. luckily a little weight was taken off of my shoulders when she said she didn’t care all that much, but i know she was just being nice, and she does care. and then i started crying, and she was crying…. and then she said we could just find a dress that is similar to everyone else’s dresses so i ‘m gonna be the dumb hag wearing a different dress because i’m an irresponsible dipshit.
i just kind of have to laugh about it… i really did fight with these people i ordered the dress from for days. i tried harder than i probably have ever tried to fix anything, and it just didn’t work. i don’t even complain when my food is shitty at a restaurant. i just don’t eat it…. this time i was a diva bitch. i guess it just wasn’t meant to be. i guess i was meant to be the dumb shit bridesmaid who “has the wrong dress on” or…. ” why is her dress different?”
yeah… i just have to laugh about it. cause if i don’t laugh about it i’m just gonna cry, because i feel so bad, and then i’ll just cry until i induce cardiac arrest, shit myself, and die.
and the weather is shitty today. okay.
I have to give myself credit where I feel credit is due. I think to make such a drastic lifestyle change it is important to not be too hard on myself. I knew I was going to struggle in social situations, and I will continue to do so, until I can completely control my mind, and become more disciplined.
This past weekend was my boyfriend’s birthday, and there we like three parties to celebrate the occasion.
Friday night: I gave in and had two glasses of wine.
Saturday night: I had two glasses of wine, and took three shots of whiskey with three different friends.
Sunday: I had about 6 shots of whiskey throughout the day because wine was not available.
Compared to my twenty shots or more in a single night of partying, I’d say i did very well. I feel proud of myself, and I also feel a huge sense of relief knowing that i didn’t say or do anything inappropriate. I remember everything that happened, and it felt way better to be conscious and mindful of every ounce of liquid I consumed.
To be honest, this is turning out to be not nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Like I said before social situations are tough, and that was to be expected….. but I’m excited to work on it. I’d like to eventually get to the point where I can stop completely, and I will get there.
More plus sides to this journey is that since I’ve cut back on my drinking, I’ve been back on my yoga/meditation grind everyday (which I missed so much…. I don’t know how I was living without it). I go for runs, or bike rides everyday. I feel healthier already, and there is already a very noticeable change in my attitude towards pretty much everything. Not to mention the constant bloated feeling I had before is completely gone already. I’ve always eaten very healthy, and knew that the reason I was feeling so heavy was the alcohol, and now I can actually feel that I was right.
Good things. ^_^
Got a coloring book today from one of my cousins. It’s called “colour me good: birds” by Mimi Leung. It’s amazing.
This is one of the pictures I’ve colored so far.
Yellow sharpie and ball point pen.