critique

Watercolor Critique was mostly long, but somewhat entertaining, primarily because the teacher told me that one of my paintings had a Georgia O'Keefe quality to it, which made me really excited. Strangely, the piece I hated was the one that got the most comments and praise, and the one I thought I loved best, had more negative feedback. Jackie said I needed to combine the looseness of my second piece to the perfectionism of my first. Oh art....when will you fight on my side?

Kristin

Kristin, this post is for you, so I hope you see it, because you'll know exactly what I mean.

I need to it rain. I need it to thunderstorm. I need the heavens to tear in half and fall to the ground. Until this happens, I'm walking aimlessly.

I want

to passionately and eloquently express myself in a way that makes those around me aware of the intricacies of our existence.

butt face towel

This morning I asked Micah if the black towel was dirty. He said no. I knew it was dirty.

After a thorough search of his closet I found a towel that was labeled on one end "butt" and on the other end "face."

I sat it on the toilet so it would be there when I was ready to get out of the shower.

When I opened the curtain, what was sitting on the toilet?

That's right..the dirty black towel.

Micah and I then had a five minute argument about whether or not the black towel was truly dirty and how the buttface towel was "stupid"

I now advise you to go watch the dane cook number on "nothing fights"

to understand the humor of this story.

P.S.-Micah I love you but I'm using the buttface towel from now on.

today

cold chills

geology lab

chocolate cravings

micah's tee shirt

no makeup

blahhhhhhhh

Dear Rachel the barista at Panera,

There was once a time that we bonded over the fact that you "really liked my eyelashes" and I didn't even think you were weird for saying something like that. In fact I was overly appreciative and told you where to get my mascara. You have provided me with numerous bagels in the past, always sliced, not toasted-just the way I like it.

But today, you wronged me.

I clearly said " A dutch apple and raisin with hazelnut cream cheese"

But once at work, to my horror I noticed a small tub of reduced fat plain cream cheese sat in the bottom of that brown paper bag. Plain cream cheese tastes nothing like the flavor explosion of hazelnut. Perhaps it even insinuates that you think I need to cut back on my fat intake, Rachel. I am hurt...scarred, even.

I ate it anyway, Rachel. But it was sad, and I was unable to enjoy the moist goodness of my baked treat. I thought we had an understanding, maybe even something like a friendship.

I was wrong, so very wrong.

I'll forgive you one day, Rachel.

My boyfriend is currently walking around campus with a tee shirt proudly displaying a menagerie of parrots, jungle animals, bunnies, and ferrets. Should I be embarrassed or proud?

I can no longer look at pictures of basset hounds....My vision gets blurry and I think I start to drool...as I roll around in fits of cutesy gurgling noises

I am sick , and so help me, if I get mono again, I'm going to run around kissing everyone on campus until I re-infect the asshole that keeps giving me this disease