A new year, a new(ish) blog! Since the hiatus in November, I’ve put a lot of thought into what I was using Day Old Sushi to do, what I had intended the blog to be, and what I’d like to do in the new year.
Over the years I’ve been running DOS, I’ve tried to do about six things at once. I tried to cram all of my interests into one blog without really knowing what I’m doing. This was my first foray into blogging outside of a few mandatory blogs for various classes.
I can’t bring myself to close Day Old Sushi entirely. Instead, I’m refocusing on how I want to use this blog. I will be reverting to my original topics of my personal life and writing.
Writing is a huge outlet for me in dealing with my depression. Which is going to be my main focus in writing about my personal/daily life, actually. I’ve been off meds since August 2014, but I have a doctor’s appointment in a week and will be asking about alternatives to the medication I was taking.
No posting schedule will be in place for the new face of Day Old Sushi. I am moving my love of crafting off of DOS and to its own blog, to be created. One of my New Years Resolutions is to be more creative. Posting on a dedicated weekly blog enables me to hold myself accountable. If any of you lovely readers were following me for the crafts, I will post when I have the other blog up and running.
As a final note for my first post of 2015 and first post back from hiatus, I want to thank all of you reading this right now for doing just that – reading the words I write and share with mostly strangers on the internet. I hope my previous posts were enjoyable/useful. And I hope my posts over the next year will be even better.
Nothing was left of the money except for a few ten and twenty dollar bills. He’d blown through the rest of the haul in a hurry just trying to get as far away from the scene as possible. And also splurging on some new threads.
He shoved the sad-looking bills in his nearly empty wallet and shoved the wallet into his back pocket. Taking a deep breath, he shouldered the black duffle bag that held the remainder of his belongings and shuffled out of the motel room.
“FREEZE!” The shout startled him. He dropped his bag and raised his hands.
He laughed in my face. At least, that’s what his I-am-superior grin suggested. With his thick black beard only emphasizing the upward motion of the corners of his mouth.
So I punched him. Right in his face. His bearded, smirking face.
“What the fuck man?” He screamed, cradling his now-bleeding nose.
“You what the fuck, man.” I said, calmly raising my fist again. “No reason to be so uppity with me. I just asked a simple question.” My fist came down hard across his cheek.
“Goddamn, get off me!”
“Oh, I’ll get off you.” It was my turn to smile.
In the end, it didn’t matter. In the end, nothing ever matters. Lucy would have known this if she’d ever bothered to listen to the Linkin Park CD her first boyfriend got her back in ninth grade.
But she didn’t. Liam knew that. He turned the volume up louder to hear over the sobbing. All the time and money he’d spent on her, he deserved something other than one timid handjob and a half-hearted breakup.
He had spent years of his life on her. He was going to finally take what he was owed.
Lucy wailed as he leaned in.
I walked to work today. I missed the bus. The next available bus doesn’t come until three hours after my shift starts.
And of course, it started raining. And of course, I left my umbrella at home. And of course, it’s three days until pay-day so I can’t even pick a cheap one up from the store.
I saw one of my coworkers drive past me. Well, she stopped at a light while I was waiting to cross the street. Didn’t even roll down the window to say hello or anything.
Man, sometimes this job isn’t even worth it.
As I’m sure you’re all aware from previous posts, I’m a cross-stitcher (check my Pinterest board). I’ve been stitching for about two years now. And this is the kit that started it all. I stitched a bit of it to get the basics down, but then I set it to the side and worked on the pattern I really wanted to make.
In the process of organizing my crafting supplies, I found the not even half-finished kit and decided that it was probably about time to finish it up!
Since it came with its own little frame, I think I’ll take it in to work and hang it somewhere in my cubicle. A little something bright and happy to get me through my days on the phone.
You can see in the heart where I started, not all the x’s are the same. And I’m actually really proud of the back stitching, because I’m not very good at it to begin with. I’ve been thinking about picking up a bunch of those little beginner cross stitch kits, finishing them, and then just leaving them places. On a bus, at work, in a coffee shop, etc. I don’t know if people would pick them up and keep them or throw them away, but I think it’d be a fun little project.
And bonus for today: my girl Juri wanted to know what I was taking pictures of and wanted to join in on the photography fun!
She stood at the balcony, taking a long drag of a cigarette. She breathed in the soothing menthol, wishing she could escape the bass pounding out of the closed glass doors behind her.
Her brother watched her from his bedroom window. He hated the fact that she was here. Turning away, he turned up the music.
Their mother stood in the kitchen, mindlessly chopping vegetables for a meal she didn’t want to serve to a family that did not care. She turned her head towards the balcony. Maybe tonight would be the night she jumped, right there, from where her daughter was standing.
Today’s post is a bit of a throwback to middle school. Friendship bracelets! Although a bit more grown up this time around. I love embroidery floss – stitching, knotting, braiding, tying, looking at, collecting… I do love me some embroidery floss.
My grandmother gifted me a whole jar of buttons she’s collected over the years. I had lots of fun making these. I found the patterns around Pinterest. I’ve collected them on one of my boards. Check it out!
Metallic floss is pretty hard to work with when it comes to macrame and friendship bracelets. But this one turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself!
This pattern I found on Pinterest. This was the second button bracelet I ever made.
And this was the first. Not really a button. That’s actually a 5 yen coin from Japan. 5 yen equates to about $0.05 USD. The 5 yen coin signifies meeting new people and good experiences heading your way.
Living in the 21st century, most of the physical mail I get is either bills or junk mail. It always brightens my day when I get a note or letter or card in the mail instead of the usual “you owe us money” and “buy our random useless thing!” Unfortunately, those little pick-me-ups are few and far between. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and start sending notes to make my friends smile when they check their mail.
I have a whole board on Pinterest dedicated to ideas of how to decorate envelopes, cute stationery, how to spice up a drab letter, and other fun things to send in the mail to your friends and family. I’m also slowly working on practicing some calligraphy (or at least practicing how to fake it).
It was really fun to write to all my friends! I have a thing for paper and paper products – I tend to collect and almost hoard them. I see a pretty stationary set and I buy it. It’s nice to finally put some of my stockpile to use. I hope everyone enjoys their notes!
I’m hoping I get some letters back. It’d be pretty sweet to start a letter-writing campaign and get things other than bills and junk in the mail more often than on my birthday or on the holidays.
If any of you, dear readers, have any fun ways to address an envelope or any other fun snail mail ideas, please share them in the comments below! I’d love to hear them!