I woke up at 6 this morning for reasons unknown to my unemployed brain. Trying to reason with myself at that hour as to why I'm not sleeping, is utterly impossible. New reasoning: I'm awake, may as well work on some design stuff. Execute.
So I make my daily list, that I will most likely misplace by noon, and then open Photoshop AND Illustrator. Because ADHD has cleverly tricked me into believing this is the best possible solution to eliminating distraction. I have 9 bagillion ideas in my head, as the creative block has now left the building, so I get out mah trusty notebook and start writing them down.
But wait, another idea springs forth. I need to create some symbol libraries to use later in Illustrator, so repetitive things can just be popped onto the page. Not today later, in the future later. Why? I don't know, I forgot why.
When I need ideas for designing, I search online for various things. I needed ideas for symbols, so I googled vector images to browse for something that gave me an idea. Any time you search for some sort of free resource, you're led down an endless path of download sites, which I might add, DO NOT HELP WITH DISTRACTIONS.
Naturally, I'm no longer looking for ideas and writing them down, I'm now downloading vector libraries. LOTS of vectors. To put it in perspective, 3 hours of hyper-focused downloading.
Current time: 9 am.
In my quest to amass a boundless collection of vectors, I've realized I didn't create the libraries I already have correctly. Try to delete them, Illustrator says not a chance in hell. New idea: chat assistance on adobe.com That can't take long right? Uh huh. The help I finally get doesn’t work. In my frustration, I take a break.
Current time: 11:30 am (yes it took that long to get help)
Can't find my list OR my notebook, so of course this means I must go to Target immediately to get more notebooks. I've concluded ADHD sits in the back of my brain and waits for me to set my notebooks down and lose them, and then pounces and tells me it's completely rational to NEED to buy a new notebook, when mine is somewhere within a 5 foot radius of me.
I wind up buying more paper and pens and paint markers than I could ever possibly rationalize needing at any given point in the last 29 years of my life, for an hour. AN HOUR. While in the aisle I've now banished myself from, I randomly say, out loud, "I have a prehensile penis and retractable testicles."
Please, let me explain. I have this book that's basically just a metric ton of ways to screw with people's heads based on the scenario at hand. This fantastically sane phrase I've burst out, is something you teach a pet store parrot to say. I haven't read this book in about 3 or 4 years. Keep that in mind.
Current time: 12:45-ish
I walk out of Target with my goodie bag of shiny new pens and ridiculous amounts of notebooks, and proceed to the row in which I have parked. Or not. I make it all the way to the very end of the parking lot before I realize, not only am I in the wrong row, I'm in the last row before the street on the opposite side of the parking lot from where I actually parked. I can remember an obscure and disturbing quote from a book I read 3 or 4 years ago, but I can't remember where I parked an hour later.
*Note to self: find phone app that gps tracks where your car is.* This is not the first time I've done this. Last time I had a cart full of groceries on the opposite side of the parking lot at Walmart and instead of walking back up the row, strained to get the cart pulled up on the grassy curb things that separate the rows, so I can just take the straight route. This gathered lot of fun this bitch is off her rocker looks.
On to my car. I'm hungry at this point after my exhausting trip to my untimely demise, referred to as Target. I get home, just a block down the road and suggest to myself that a sammich is required. Except I need to go set my stuff down in my room. But wait! I can't put my new notebooks in such disarray! I need to organize my desk to make room for new shiny paper and pens.
Sammich? What are you talking about sammich. I've got new paper you fool! Oh right, I'm hungry.
Current time: 2 pm
Make a delicious sammich. Go back to my room to eat and design. I've only wasted 8 hours at this point, there's plenty of time left in the day to do something constructive. Find my list of things to do and say, again outloud, "Oh yeah. Vector libraries." Actually start listing libraries this time but I want some music.
Proceed to open my playlist and start doodling in my shiny new notebook. Because yes, this it TOTALLY part of amassing vectors.
Current time: 4 pm
I think I shall partake in a delightful cigarette. Naturally, I can’t find any one of my 3 lighters. I search my room, which by the way, isn't messy. It's rather clean actually. Give up 15 minutes later and go outside to see if my roommates have left one of theirs outside. SCORE. They have.
I smoke, go back inside and open the fridge and immediately forget why. Confused, I stand there looking at the freezer door trying desperately to remember why I'm standing here in the cold breeze the open fridge door has created. Give up, close the door. Turn around to go back to my room and remember what I wanted. Ahh yes. A coke would be fabulous, but so would some easy mac. Put the mac in the microwave, and head back to my room.
Sit back down at my desk and hear a clicking noise. Look down and I'll be damned if all 3 of my lighters weren't in my sports bra. I put the lighter there when I go smoke because I have no pockets and if I leave it outside, one of the roommates will pick it up. How I managed to forget ALL 3 OF THEM WERE IN MY CLEAVAGE? ADHD strikes again!
Now that I have my trusty pyro tools again, back to vectoring. I stop downloading for the time being because I'd like to try to keep them organized as I go. Organizing vectors it is!
Current time: 8 pm
I hear from the kitchen, "Alisha? Is this mac & cheese yours?" *ears perk up* "I KNEW I forgot something."
So here I am at 8 pm on what promised to be a constructive day and I'm looking at my list.
I haven't done a single thing I so lovingly wrote down this morning. Not one. And the cherry on top of today's lapse in brainwaves……… I haven't even used Photoshop or Illustrator.
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