Wednesday, January 28
into memory
It's strange how humans mark the passage of time. How a year is significant. I guess it is.
It's been a year. I still think about him every day. I can hear his voice in my head and it still makes my eyes well up.
Monday, January 26
Aesthetic
Moving Images Update:
The Phantom Carriage, Sjorstrom, 1921 - Oh, silent movies. I fell asleep 2 times whilst trying to watch this one. The only thing I took away was the axe to the door scene was cool and Kubrick must've liked it, too.
Haxan, Christensen, 1922 - Another silent film that I also fell asleep in, even though this one was way more interesting. Lots of nudes.
Goke Body Snatcher From Hell, Sato, 1968 - Subtitled, which is not my favorite. The scene with the blood red sky seemed like I'd seen it before and I found out that Quentin Tarantino made a call back to it in Kill Bill. The practical effects were great. Kind of creepy, but mostly absurd.
Dark Shadows Episodes: 202-212, Hall, 1967 - I had seen a couple of episodes of this before, but I didn't know what was happening. So soapy. I liked it, but not enough to watch 1000 episodes.
Twin Peaks, Lynch, 1990-91 - I'm only on S2E6, but it's great so far. Agent Cooper is my favorite.
The Phantom Carriage, Sjorstrom, 1921 - Oh, silent movies. I fell asleep 2 times whilst trying to watch this one. The only thing I took away was the axe to the door scene was cool and Kubrick must've liked it, too.
Haxan, Christensen, 1922 - Another silent film that I also fell asleep in, even though this one was way more interesting. Lots of nudes.
Goke Body Snatcher From Hell, Sato, 1968 - Subtitled, which is not my favorite. The scene with the blood red sky seemed like I'd seen it before and I found out that Quentin Tarantino made a call back to it in Kill Bill. The practical effects were great. Kind of creepy, but mostly absurd.
Dark Shadows Episodes: 202-212, Hall, 1967 - I had seen a couple of episodes of this before, but I didn't know what was happening. So soapy. I liked it, but not enough to watch 1000 episodes.
Twin Peaks, Lynch, 1990-91 - I'm only on S2E6, but it's great so far. Agent Cooper is my favorite.
Sunday, January 25
Incredible
I posted this article on facebook without comment, because I'm a chicken that is scared that I might get into a stupid comment battle that facebook is known for. But this is what I wanted to say.
Great perspective about young people and "the news" that I absolutely agree with. This article was so incredibly thoughtful. Maybe it's wrong for him to speak for all millennials, but I am one millennial that absolutely agrees. How do we, as a country, make a more credible source for unbiased information for our citizens? I hate that being cynical is the first response I have to this question. Like, of course there's no was for a news outlet to be unbiased... But why not? Why can't the news just be the news?
I think we humans have a tendency to get bogged down in the negative, but sometimes people are good. And it makes me weepy.
Great perspective about young people and "the news" that I absolutely agree with. This article was so incredibly thoughtful. Maybe it's wrong for him to speak for all millennials, but I am one millennial that absolutely agrees. How do we, as a country, make a more credible source for unbiased information for our citizens? I hate that being cynical is the first response I have to this question. Like, of course there's no was for a news outlet to be unbiased... But why not? Why can't the news just be the news?
I think we humans have a tendency to get bogged down in the negative, but sometimes people are good. And it makes me weepy.
Saturday, January 24
Magical
Went on an adventure today.
Mike Falzone, in the floor, signing Bri's hi top
I totally geeked out and didn't say anything memorable or even conversation-y, but I never do so I'm not that upset. Very sad that Olan Rogers was sickly and couldn't make it out. I am sending my most vigorous well wishes his way. He really does deserve all of the nicest things and a sickness is just so terrible. All in all, A++++++.
The brilliant Olan Rogers opened up a place to gather all of his favorite things to share with all of us and he hosts a fan appreciation night every month where he graciously gives a slice of pizza and a float to every person that wants to come have a good time. This month he invited his pal Mike Falzone to come hang out. And once I found out that Mike Falzone was coming to Nashville, I knew I had to be there. I fucking love Mike Falzone. Since at least 2012.
"Walking is hard and gravity is an asshole" -@mikefalzone
— annabelle barrow (@annabellebearoh) June 19, 2012
So I went.
And there were about a zillion people there.
My baby bro's very nice gf, Bri, holding her float and mine (out of frame). I picked the Expecto Patronum float and it was peanut butter cup flavored and it was delicious. So I have come to terms with the fact that not all floats are disgusting.
Mike Falzone, in the floor, signing Bri's hi top
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| High eyebrows = high excitement. |
I totally geeked out and didn't say anything memorable or even conversation-y, but I never do so I'm not that upset. Very sad that Olan Rogers was sickly and couldn't make it out. I am sending my most vigorous well wishes his way. He really does deserve all of the nicest things and a sickness is just so terrible. All in all, A++++++.
Wednesday, January 21
Such is life
For some reason I keep thinking I have less time than I actually have. For example, I kept thinking that I would only have saturday morning to finish finalizing a logo for GD3, but I actually have all night on friday to work on it also. And I can also work on it tomorrow night, while I am catching up on films for class.
Today after class, my friend was like, "There are 3 Hermiones in this class." And I was like, "What?Who?" She said I was and she was and this other girl that sits across the room is. We both agreed that we didn't really want to be Hermiones, but no one else will speak up and sometimes Dr. J just proposes questions that he refuses to answer himself. I can't handle the silence so I speak. And I've found that it generally doesn't matter what you say, but I have noticed that he just wants input from everyone and so I try not to answer every single question. I do answer frequently though and I'm sure he and everybody is like god shut up.
There's a guy in that class with a thick Spanish speaking accent that is sooo lovely to hear and thank goodness Dr. J asks him a lot of questions.
I had to watch this Ted Talk this evening on perception and of course it made a lot of sense. (Most Ted Talks do.) My GD3 teacher wanted us to think about the speech in relation to visual communication, but I can only think about how Dr. J lives for changing student's perceptions. He gave this lecture on Halloween about the history of the devil and how we all immediately think big scary red guy because of a translation that was lacking the breadth of the other language. I'm summarizing, but I think that's the gist. Maybe not everybody thought this, but I definitely wondered what the world would be like if the translators had chosen a different word for the devil. That's probably not the best example of perception changing, but he really does try.
I've just realized that it's 11:15 and I'm totally going to have to stay up all night finishing some sketches. This sucks. But at least now I know NOT to fall asleep.
Today after class, my friend was like, "There are 3 Hermiones in this class." And I was like, "What?Who?" She said I was and she was and this other girl that sits across the room is. We both agreed that we didn't really want to be Hermiones, but no one else will speak up and sometimes Dr. J just proposes questions that he refuses to answer himself. I can't handle the silence so I speak. And I've found that it generally doesn't matter what you say, but I have noticed that he just wants input from everyone and so I try not to answer every single question. I do answer frequently though and I'm sure he and everybody is like god shut up.
There's a guy in that class with a thick Spanish speaking accent that is sooo lovely to hear and thank goodness Dr. J asks him a lot of questions.
I had to watch this Ted Talk this evening on perception and of course it made a lot of sense. (Most Ted Talks do.) My GD3 teacher wanted us to think about the speech in relation to visual communication, but I can only think about how Dr. J lives for changing student's perceptions. He gave this lecture on Halloween about the history of the devil and how we all immediately think big scary red guy because of a translation that was lacking the breadth of the other language. I'm summarizing, but I think that's the gist. Maybe not everybody thought this, but I definitely wondered what the world would be like if the translators had chosen a different word for the devil. That's probably not the best example of perception changing, but he really does try.
I've just realized that it's 11:15 and I'm totally going to have to stay up all night finishing some sketches. This sucks. But at least now I know NOT to fall asleep.
Tuesday, January 20
No Rest For The Wicked
Or: I'm Not Getting As Much Rest As I'd Like
I really want to become a person who doesn't use all of the time allotted to do a thing. I want to become a person that has a project that needs doing and sets aside time to do it and gets it done and moves on to other things. I am more of a use all of my time on one thing until I absolutely have to stop.
I want to have more time to watch FRIENDS and knit and blog and read. I feel guilty whenever I actually do any of those because I'm usually putting off something else. And I rarely feel guilty so it's a pretty big deal.
This semester is just going to be brutal. It is only the 3rd week and I already am behind. Everything graphic design related is so time consuming. And I have no confidence in any of my designs. I need to work twice as hard, but then it takes me 5 times as long and I HAVE NO TIME. (I probably have plenty of time, but I don't know how to mix social with academia in a healthy way.)
I stayed up ALL night (until 6:30am) finishing digitals for a roughs critique for Type. At 6:30am, I decided to close my eyes for thirty minutes before my 8am class and next thing I know it's 8:45am. Needless to say, I did not make it to that class today. I could have I guess, but then I would have been at least an hour and 15 minutes late and then I would have that late to class walk of shame to deal with. I'm an adult and I can do what I want. Now I know that I should not think that I will only sleep for a mere 30 minutes when I've stayed up all night. I should have known better than that
Oh god I have so much to do though. And I keep getting roped into things that I really want to do, but I do not have the capacity to devote time to extra things.
I am in awe of how my classmates seem to keep it together. How do they do it? Do they stay up all night like I seem to? Do they actually work on things instead of writing blog posts? Why am I not trying as hard as everyone else? Why can't I force myself to get it together?
A phrase that has been uttered multiple times by my classmates so far this semester has been "Fake It 'Til You Make It." Only I'm unsure if I'm doing a good job of faking it. I'm thinking no. I'm thinking everybody else can see I'm floundering.
It seems like this is all I ever talk about. My inability to grasp my life. Will I ever get a handle on it? Time will tell, or so they say.
So many questions.
Moving Images Update:
Life of Brian, Jones, 1979 - Very Monty Python.
The Ruling Class, Medak, 1972 - First half was so funny, last half was so not.
The Holy Man, Ray, 1965 - Took me a while to get into it because I was working on something for another class while I was trying to read the subtitles, but it picked up. Einstein was mentioned, so automatic bonus points for that.
Scanners, Cronenberg, 1981 - Lots of cool head explosions. The main guy talks like a robot.
The Evil Dead, Rami, 1981 - Gross tree rape scene. Annoyed me that the stupid group of people wouldn't leave the cabin. Reminded me that I need to watch Cabin In The Woods though.
Repo Man, Cox, 1984 - Favorite so far. Very 80's. Reminiscent of a Pulp Fiction style movie.
I really want to become a person who doesn't use all of the time allotted to do a thing. I want to become a person that has a project that needs doing and sets aside time to do it and gets it done and moves on to other things. I am more of a use all of my time on one thing until I absolutely have to stop.
I want to have more time to watch FRIENDS and knit and blog and read. I feel guilty whenever I actually do any of those because I'm usually putting off something else. And I rarely feel guilty so it's a pretty big deal.
This semester is just going to be brutal. It is only the 3rd week and I already am behind. Everything graphic design related is so time consuming. And I have no confidence in any of my designs. I need to work twice as hard, but then it takes me 5 times as long and I HAVE NO TIME. (I probably have plenty of time, but I don't know how to mix social with academia in a healthy way.)
I stayed up ALL night (until 6:30am) finishing digitals for a roughs critique for Type. At 6:30am, I decided to close my eyes for thirty minutes before my 8am class and next thing I know it's 8:45am. Needless to say, I did not make it to that class today. I could have I guess, but then I would have been at least an hour and 15 minutes late and then I would have that late to class walk of shame to deal with. I'm an adult and I can do what I want. Now I know that I should not think that I will only sleep for a mere 30 minutes when I've stayed up all night. I should have known better than that
Oh god I have so much to do though. And I keep getting roped into things that I really want to do, but I do not have the capacity to devote time to extra things.
I am in awe of how my classmates seem to keep it together. How do they do it? Do they stay up all night like I seem to? Do they actually work on things instead of writing blog posts? Why am I not trying as hard as everyone else? Why can't I force myself to get it together?
A phrase that has been uttered multiple times by my classmates so far this semester has been "Fake It 'Til You Make It." Only I'm unsure if I'm doing a good job of faking it. I'm thinking no. I'm thinking everybody else can see I'm floundering.
It seems like this is all I ever talk about. My inability to grasp my life. Will I ever get a handle on it? Time will tell, or so they say.
So many questions.
Moving Images Update:
Life of Brian, Jones, 1979 - Very Monty Python.
The Ruling Class, Medak, 1972 - First half was so funny, last half was so not.
The Holy Man, Ray, 1965 - Took me a while to get into it because I was working on something for another class while I was trying to read the subtitles, but it picked up. Einstein was mentioned, so automatic bonus points for that.
Scanners, Cronenberg, 1981 - Lots of cool head explosions. The main guy talks like a robot.
The Evil Dead, Rami, 1981 - Gross tree rape scene. Annoyed me that the stupid group of people wouldn't leave the cabin. Reminded me that I need to watch Cabin In The Woods though.
Repo Man, Cox, 1984 - Favorite so far. Very 80's. Reminiscent of a Pulp Fiction style movie.
Wednesday, January 14
drowning and pretending; dreaming and passing by
I have a cough. But as I have reassured the many people who have commented that I continue to sound worse, I don't actually feel bad. I do feel gross when I'm coughing because it's a "productive" cough and that is the worst.
My internet is so slow and it is really messing with my tumblr browsing and youtube watching. The images won't load faster than I'm scrolling. Everything takes forever. I'll have to look more into it because I cannot stand having slow internet. What if I need to do more important internet things besides scrolling through tumblr?! I mean, I won't, but what if?
I've found out, I think, that my wifi antenna on my computer is probably on the stupidest place on the back of my computer. I don't actually know this for sure because I don't actually know how the technology of computer works. It seems, though, that whenever I'm in slouch position on my bed and I have my leg propped up on my other leg, therefore blocking some sort of mythical technology in the back of my computer, I lose a decent internet connection. I don't like it.
This is a sketch from class today where she wanted us to sketch 20 sketches in ten minutes. (Let me type sketch one more time...) Anyway they were supposed to be about the things my classmates researched and shared. And they could be about anything you visualized while they were talking, or really just actually anything you wanted to draw. She didn't grade them or anything; it was just an exercise.
I've been watching so many Jessica Hische talks on youtube and she's cool and a great graphic designer, but I get this vibe from great graphic designers that rubs me the wrong way. It makes me feel like I could never be a graphic designer because I don't feel like I connect to that personality that makes a graphic designer. Not saying I'm not a condescending douchebag sometimes, or that all graphic designers have that personality. I just don't know. I guess I'm still not sure about what I'm good at or what I could do that makes money or what I even want.
It's nice to be loved. But it's also kind of annoying, isn't it? I have to stop myself so often from completely flipping my shit at little well meaning things that my grandmother does. Like whenever I have my laptop out in the living room, she asks "Whatcha doing?" Which I always have a hard time interpreting that in any other way than nosy. That's not nice of me, and I get it. Another example, I needed to go to the bank last night at 7:30 because that's the only free time I had during the day and I needed to put a check in my account (because you can't do anything with a check except put it in the bank and it was driving me crazy just holding this useless paper). She visibly did not want me to leave the house. She says, "There's criminals out there." I had to respond with, "I'm not going to not leave the house because of criminals." I felt really mean. But also rage-y.
School has just started back (a week ago) so now I'll actually have things to post about. It was hard for me to post about interesting thoughts when I had exactly none because I spent 8 days in a row getting up at 3pm and marathoning shows I had seen already. Glamorous. I tend to post more during school because I love to focus on improving my blog when I really should be doing thumbnails or re-reading my notes. Plus, I have social interaction during school times and that usually brings on some noteworthy thoughts and cringeworthy moments.
Be prepared for a run down of the movies from my film class. The films are bound to produce some posts. Probably of me going wtf i dont get it, but maybe I'll glean something from all the critiques I've had to endure and I'll actually describe them in an intellectual way. Well as much as possible.
My internet is so slow and it is really messing with my tumblr browsing and youtube watching. The images won't load faster than I'm scrolling. Everything takes forever. I'll have to look more into it because I cannot stand having slow internet. What if I need to do more important internet things besides scrolling through tumblr?! I mean, I won't, but what if?
I've found out, I think, that my wifi antenna on my computer is probably on the stupidest place on the back of my computer. I don't actually know this for sure because I don't actually know how the technology of computer works. It seems, though, that whenever I'm in slouch position on my bed and I have my leg propped up on my other leg, therefore blocking some sort of mythical technology in the back of my computer, I lose a decent internet connection. I don't like it.
This is a sketch from class today where she wanted us to sketch 20 sketches in ten minutes. (Let me type sketch one more time...) Anyway they were supposed to be about the things my classmates researched and shared. And they could be about anything you visualized while they were talking, or really just actually anything you wanted to draw. She didn't grade them or anything; it was just an exercise.
It was really nice to just let go. Even though I recognize how shitty it is. I need to force myself to draw more often.
Also, how the heck does a person take a decent picture of a sketchbook? I don't know how to do it yet. Surely, you don't have to have a dslr and a light thing or a freaking iphone. Surely not.
It's nice to be loved. But it's also kind of annoying, isn't it? I have to stop myself so often from completely flipping my shit at little well meaning things that my grandmother does. Like whenever I have my laptop out in the living room, she asks "Whatcha doing?" Which I always have a hard time interpreting that in any other way than nosy. That's not nice of me, and I get it. Another example, I needed to go to the bank last night at 7:30 because that's the only free time I had during the day and I needed to put a check in my account (because you can't do anything with a check except put it in the bank and it was driving me crazy just holding this useless paper). She visibly did not want me to leave the house. She says, "There's criminals out there." I had to respond with, "I'm not going to not leave the house because of criminals." I felt really mean. But also rage-y.
School has just started back (a week ago) so now I'll actually have things to post about. It was hard for me to post about interesting thoughts when I had exactly none because I spent 8 days in a row getting up at 3pm and marathoning shows I had seen already. Glamorous. I tend to post more during school because I love to focus on improving my blog when I really should be doing thumbnails or re-reading my notes. Plus, I have social interaction during school times and that usually brings on some noteworthy thoughts and cringeworthy moments.
Be prepared for a run down of the movies from my film class. The films are bound to produce some posts. Probably of me going wtf i dont get it, but maybe I'll glean something from all the critiques I've had to endure and I'll actually describe them in an intellectual way. Well as much as possible.
Sunday, January 4
Xmas prezzies
You know how sometimes you say something ironically to be funny and then it morphs into something you actually just say. I first learned about this situation in the Jessica Darling books by Megan McCafferty. I can't remember which one exactly, but it's probably the first one because I've read it about 20 times more than the rest. Her and her boyfriend think it's stupid and terrible to say xmas and then they say it like an inside joke.
Here's the stuff my family gave me for xmas this year! Like I've said before when I post images of material items that I've received, I'm NOT doing it to be, like, an asshole. I'm posting so I can remember what I got for christmas so I can settle arguments between my brother and myself about what we got for christmas and when mam asks, what did you get for christmas last year, which she did this year and I have no idea what I got for christmas in 2013 because I didn't post about it. The only proof of presents from 2013 is a picture of Alexander's keurig. So that helps me none. And now I'm going to post pictures of my presents so that won't really help with arguments in the future. So I'll mention that Alexander's big present this year was a PS4.
Most years that I can remember, my bro and I have gotten a one big present that's obviously more expensive than the others.
Stocking stuff <3 plus a re-gifted calendar that mam got from work. Yay yum.
My mom got me this one line a day 5 year journal and I love how simple it is and I have filled it out since christmas and that's a record for me doing any thing because I hate rituals and I'm also a rebel. My grandmother got me a quotations journal because I asked her to and it's adorable. So far I've only put a Mike Falzone quote in there, but I plan to fill it all up of course. My cuz Jess had my name at christmas and she got me these two awesome movies plus some movie candy and popcorn to pop in their incredibly cool popcorn kettle.
This came in the mail after christmas because it came straight from England probably. It has a hugely satisfying number of pictures. And also the cutest boys on the planet in it.
All in all, very good. A+
Here's the stuff my family gave me for xmas this year! Like I've said before when I post images of material items that I've received, I'm NOT doing it to be, like, an asshole. I'm posting so I can remember what I got for christmas so I can settle arguments between my brother and myself about what we got for christmas and when mam asks, what did you get for christmas last year, which she did this year and I have no idea what I got for christmas in 2013 because I didn't post about it. The only proof of presents from 2013 is a picture of Alexander's keurig. So that helps me none. And now I'm going to post pictures of my presents so that won't really help with arguments in the future. So I'll mention that Alexander's big present this year was a PS4.
Most years that I can remember, my bro and I have gotten a one big present that's obviously more expensive than the others.
Mine this year was a BRAND SPANKING NEW LAPTOP OMG. It's a touch screen and an i7 and it has tons of memory and it has a light up keyboard that I don't really use because I know where all the keys are, but I still appreciate it. The only annoying thing is that it doesn't have a cd thing so I have to plug in an external cd drive when I need to burn a cd. But everything else about it is amazing and beautiful. I cannot wait to cover it in stickers.
This is an awesome thing I got!!! If you know me in real life, and maybe even if you don't, you might know that I choose to surround myself in tshirts. I think my passion in life is tshirts. I have made tshirts since I was really really young. I mostly started out making holiday related shirts to wear to family functions. They were mostly embarrassing, but I have improved since then. Now I have a kit to mass produce tshirts! I'm SO EXCITE, but also a little intimidated so I haven't opened it yet.
Stocking stuff <3 plus a re-gifted calendar that mam got from work. Yay yum.
I got this dope ass sweater on christmas morning. I like this picture because it's the sharpest one of all the billions of pictures we took christmas morning, but I don't like it because it reminds me of those stupid couple photos where they are gazing at each other and that is my little brother ew. I was just in awe of his idiocy.
All in all, very good. A+
Thursday, January 1
Don't believe me just watch
I think next new year's I want to roast marshmallows and listen to a dope ass playlist that I've compiled. Then I'll invite everybody and have a kickass bash.
My voice today has a sexy raspyness to it and I have absolutely no one to impress with it today.
I want some cereal so very much. We have so much milk in the fridge and no cereal.
This is the cool inventive thing I did to have a desk at my bed.
Also, did I clean up behind this makeshift desk for this picture? Or did I just move everything to the other side of the room? You'll never know.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FORGOT ABOUT FRIENDS ON NETFLIX until just now. Now begins the marathon.
Monday, December 29
amalgam
You know in Iron Man 3 when that lady bumps into Tony Stark and the audience sees that her eyebrow is all jacked up? That is how I woke up this morning. Also all of my eyelashes were curled up in a weird way.
So that's nice.
I've had all of these lists of things that I've been wanting to get done over the christmas break and I've done none of that except watching Parks and Recreation. Not a total waste.
I was invited to a friend's house this evening and I'm going to go, but I feel very hesitant. I've gained weight and my face is so fluffy and my confidence is just not where I would like for it to be. But hopefully everybody is nice and maybe they won't ask my least favorite questions, which are the ones about what I'm doing with my life. THE ANSWER IS I DON'T KNOW. THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS I DON'T KNOW. Maybe I'll give different answers to every person that asks to make it more fun.
Stay tuned for a post about what I got for christmas. #america
So that's nice.
I've had all of these lists of things that I've been wanting to get done over the christmas break and I've done none of that except watching Parks and Recreation. Not a total waste.
I was invited to a friend's house this evening and I'm going to go, but I feel very hesitant. I've gained weight and my face is so fluffy and my confidence is just not where I would like for it to be. But hopefully everybody is nice and maybe they won't ask my least favorite questions, which are the ones about what I'm doing with my life. THE ANSWER IS I DON'T KNOW. THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS I DON'T KNOW. Maybe I'll give different answers to every person that asks to make it more fun.
Stay tuned for a post about what I got for christmas. #america
Saturday, December 6
Michael Aranda is a lovely human
Friday, December 5
The other word for jelly
Sidekick
Blank Space
Bad Habit
Steal My Girl
Budapest
Sometimes it's nice to just immerse yourself in your favorite songs.
Blank Space
Bad Habit
Steal My Girl
Budapest
Sometimes it's nice to just immerse yourself in your favorite songs.
Tuesday, December 2
TALKING IS HARD dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
My favorite band in the world released their album today and it's the best and I'm so excited.
WTM even wrote out their lyrics to TALKING IS HARD and they are so dang beautiful. That one up there for UP 2 U is my favorite written one, but not necessarily my favorite song from the album. Different colors is stuck in my head right now so I'll go with that as top favorite.
I pre-ordered the album when they announced the SUAD tour and I had it sent to Madison (hence the snapchats above) and now I have to wait until this weekend to actually touch it.
Tuesday, November 18
Rubbish
Today was so rough. Nothing in particular was terrible. It was the combination of the whole day.
At least I have something to look forward to again. Going to see Walk the Moon in April. They are finally playing on a Saturday! It's sad that this is the only thing I find myself caring about lately. I haven't been able to care about anything of substance in a very long time. But I mean, music is life so.
My coworkers and I are moving buildings soon. I'm going to see Mr. Handsomepants more and I'm ultra nervous about it. I'm a pro at unintentionally making things uncomfortably weird. It's going to happen, but maybe not too soon.
The important part happens at 4:02 in this video.
There's this guy in my eng lit class and he was talking about Grace Helbig the other day before class and the funny part is his name is Brad and he actually is kind of a douche.
I want to see Big Hero 6 so much.
At least I have something to look forward to again. Going to see Walk the Moon in April. They are finally playing on a Saturday! It's sad that this is the only thing I find myself caring about lately. I haven't been able to care about anything of substance in a very long time. But I mean, music is life so.
My coworkers and I are moving buildings soon. I'm going to see Mr. Handsomepants more and I'm ultra nervous about it. I'm a pro at unintentionally making things uncomfortably weird. It's going to happen, but maybe not too soon.
The important part happens at 4:02 in this video.
I want to see Big Hero 6 so much.
Friday, November 14
say my name
I have nothing to talk about except for my AH class. That is the only thing I like in my life right now. I'm lame. I'm going to try to make up some stuff to say though.
There's a guy in one of my classes that wears his hair in a bun and it's very hot(I hate using hot as a description. 'Attractive' feels insincere though.). I refuse to call it a man bun though, despite that term's recent popularity. Why can't it just be a bun? Men and women can have buns. So many buzzfeed lists about 'man buns.' That hairstyle just looks so bohemian on a man. Is that word offensive? I hope not. I think it has something to do with an art movement. And y'all know how I feel about art. <3
As much as I talk about my favorite professor, I think that he probably doesn't even know my name. And that really messes me up. I don't know why that affects me, but it's kind of important to me. People remembering my name is a continual insecurity of mine. I don't know. That's some psychological shit about me, just for you. I mean, he probably does know my name. I'm famous.
I think maybe I should get some angry orchard soon.
This morning when I was in the shower, I had this freaky pain in the back of my throat. It was a combination of the pain I remember from having strep throat combined with a different pain that I couldn't explain. Just hurt. I'm happy to report that it did not affect me for very long. I always do this thing where I have a pain and it worries me and then I forget about it and I guess it goes away. Why brain, why?
There's this guy that works in the mail center at school and sometimes at lunch he does karate moves right outside our office window. I stare at him hardcore when he's out there and if he's noticed, he doesn't seem to care. I love it. It's one of my favorite parts of the day. I'm going to be so sad when we have to change office buildings.
I promised myself all day that I'd go to bed early and then look at what time it is. The internet happened. I've found a new podcast to listen to.
There's a guy in one of my classes that wears his hair in a bun and it's very hot(I hate using hot as a description. 'Attractive' feels insincere though.). I refuse to call it a man bun though, despite that term's recent popularity. Why can't it just be a bun? Men and women can have buns. So many buzzfeed lists about 'man buns.' That hairstyle just looks so bohemian on a man. Is that word offensive? I hope not. I think it has something to do with an art movement. And y'all know how I feel about art. <3
As much as I talk about my favorite professor, I think that he probably doesn't even know my name. And that really messes me up. I don't know why that affects me, but it's kind of important to me. People remembering my name is a continual insecurity of mine. I don't know. That's some psychological shit about me, just for you. I mean, he probably does know my name. I'm famous.
I think maybe I should get some angry orchard soon.
This morning when I was in the shower, I had this freaky pain in the back of my throat. It was a combination of the pain I remember from having strep throat combined with a different pain that I couldn't explain. Just hurt. I'm happy to report that it did not affect me for very long. I always do this thing where I have a pain and it worries me and then I forget about it and I guess it goes away. Why brain, why?
There's this guy that works in the mail center at school and sometimes at lunch he does karate moves right outside our office window. I stare at him hardcore when he's out there and if he's noticed, he doesn't seem to care. I love it. It's one of my favorite parts of the day. I'm going to be so sad when we have to change office buildings.
I promised myself all day that I'd go to bed early and then look at what time it is. The internet happened. I've found a new podcast to listen to.
Wednesday, November 12
whoa I'm so good at words
I could eat thai food everyday. I've made this decision this evening. All the ingredients I love are in there. Basil. Ginger. Rice noodles. Plus other stuff.
In AH today, Dr. J discussed (I don't say 'we' because almost no one talks unless Dr. J refuses to talk) ownership and Duchamp and what we think the most important piece of artwork is. "Come on, the apocalypse is happening, decide which piece are you going to save and put on your spaceship." I chose "anything from Van Gogh" and now I'm not so sure. Those on the spot decisions really bother me. I want to be able to ponder. I want to make a researched decision. I probably would still pick Van Gogh, but maybe not?
I really like Duchamp. Everything that I learned about him today felt like the reasons why I love art so much. I like the weird kind. Academic art is great and I have tons of respect for those artists. I just like the weird stuff better.
Tuesday, November 11
where is your posture
Okay one last thing from the portfolio review that I want to remember. Mr. A was the last professor to see me and he was really very nice which is so cool because I'm such a slacker in his class. He said something like, "Dang, you can compose the hell out of some stuff."
I keep talking about how I wish I was more intelligent and more witty. I do want those things. I also want to remember that being nice is most important. "The people that you will love the most in your life are the ones who are just... nice." - Michael Aranda
Is it hipster of me to have a touch more respect for a band if they don't have VEVO attached to their youtube channel? And yes, I know that Walk the Moon has VEVO attached to their name... That's okay. They're still my favorite. Vevo just feels like 'the man' taking over. What even is VEVO? I shouldn't be so hateful. Good for those bands because Vevo is probably helping them become more successful.
I keep talking about how I wish I was more intelligent and more witty. I do want those things. I also want to remember that being nice is most important. "The people that you will love the most in your life are the ones who are just... nice." - Michael Aranda
This is why I love google and also why I'm the best at google.
You'll notice what I googled. I was trying to figure out this song that I have stuck in my head from hearing it in the background of a youtube video and I only had the high igh igh igh igh part to go off of. The first results were all rap lyrics and I didn't want to look too hard so I sorted by year because I knew the song was recent and then the first 3 results were the one I wanted. Booyah.Is it hipster of me to have a touch more respect for a band if they don't have VEVO attached to their youtube channel? And yes, I know that Walk the Moon has VEVO attached to their name... That's okay. They're still my favorite. Vevo just feels like 'the man' taking over. What even is VEVO? I shouldn't be so hateful. Good for those bands because Vevo is probably helping them become more successful.
Monday, November 10
my guts my guuuts
Did you know that Sia doesn't show her face when she's performing? She doesn't want to be famous, yet she performs. I don't get it, but I like how weird it is.
So I forgot to mention when I was talking about the portfolio review that one of the professors said he couldn't tell by the work I had displayed if I would be any good at being a graphic designer. He also said some other stuff that was kind of harsh. I was left with a sort of "WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW I AM NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING ELSE" feeling. I mean, I know that I'm not great at graphic design, but I'm not especially good at any other of our art concentrations available, but I'm WAY better at art than any of the other majors I've tried. So I don't know. If he gave me a bad rating and I haven't passed the review, what am I going to do? Also, I'll be in college forever.
I lied when I said I wouldn't talk about it anymore.
Friday, November 7
Hufflepuff
I was just reading this Mental floss article and this part is something I wish I could do:
"[...] the best way to initiate conversation would be by declaring something impersonal, interesting, and educated. Greet a new person, shake hands, and declare, "I am fond of potatoes, which the French call 'apples of the earth'." See where that takes you."
I had portfolio review today and I've talked excessively about it for the past 2 weeks so I'm not going to say anymore except to mention this funny thing G said. So I had invited all of the co-workers that I ran into this morning to come to the open viewing and my fav married co-worker friend AH was down there so I invited him. So I had a bunch of co-workers and my grandmother there to see my work and also to give me a little pep talk before the professors came in. Fast forward to this evening when I got home. G mentions the people I invited and she asks who all the men were. I told her which guy AH was and I was like, I adore him so I'm glad he came. And she was like,"Is he married? Because he was cute. I liked him a lot and I think we could marry him off!" The grandmother stamp of approval is pretty high praise.
When I opened up my laptop this evening, I noticed all of my default fonts are weird. I have no idea what happened or if I changed it in my sleep or something. Or maybe the latest windows update changed it? Or maybe I'm seeing a change where there isn't one? I don't know. It's real weird though.
"[...] the best way to initiate conversation would be by declaring something impersonal, interesting, and educated. Greet a new person, shake hands, and declare, "I am fond of potatoes, which the French call 'apples of the earth'." See where that takes you."
I had portfolio review today and I've talked excessively about it for the past 2 weeks so I'm not going to say anymore except to mention this funny thing G said. So I had invited all of the co-workers that I ran into this morning to come to the open viewing and my fav married co-worker friend AH was down there so I invited him. So I had a bunch of co-workers and my grandmother there to see my work and also to give me a little pep talk before the professors came in. Fast forward to this evening when I got home. G mentions the people I invited and she asks who all the men were. I told her which guy AH was and I was like, I adore him so I'm glad he came. And she was like,"Is he married? Because he was cute. I liked him a lot and I think we could marry him off!" The grandmother stamp of approval is pretty high praise.
When I opened up my laptop this evening, I noticed all of my default fonts are weird. I have no idea what happened or if I changed it in my sleep or something. Or maybe the latest windows update changed it? Or maybe I'm seeing a change where there isn't one? I don't know. It's real weird though.
Thursday, October 16
style not sentiment
We watched an Italian Futurist movie in AH and at the end our prof asked what we thought, of course, and I was expecting the question so throughout the movie I kept telling myself, "What is happening because you know he's going to want to talk about it after." As a whole, I found the movie hard to follow and I was surprised to discover that my classmates totally got it and they thought it was sad and profound and stuff. I thought the main character was a closet lesbian that has a violent relationship with a man and then she has a baby and she almost throws her baby over a bridge, but she doesn't and then she's homeless and this nice old man with a hella nice mustache shares his bread with her and she's like nah, but then he shares half a slice of pepperoni with her and she's like cool I can dig it and then she beats her baby's father with a brick. Also, cats. There were some cats just hanging out.
I guess you had to be there.
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