grateful

I am grateful for:

-Sara for measuring/cutting my grids and sorting through endless buttons with me

-Drew, for buying me chocolate and supplying me with endless episodes of south park

-Micah, for making me breakfast and tolerating endless fits of embarassing babytalk

-Lauren, for being as weird and completely awkward as I am and for appreciating the spilled coke moment

-Lisa, for teaching me the art of sarcasm and the benefits of solid colors

-Leah, for making public spectacles with me and not killing me when I stole her haircut

-My mom, for my face

-My dad, for my immature sense of humor

-Kristin, for making me appreciate rain and suitcases

-Meghan, for febreezing the apartment 21,758 times a day and never leaving hair in the shower and for being generally hilarious

-Jellyfish for taking over my life

omg.

yes,please.

thinking about

the Indigo Girls concert in October and wishing to go back there. I can't help but listen to them and feel like everything is in perspective. give them a listen:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYcGcT-FMHc

Back at AH.I sort of missed my sunny little room. No class til 12, but I've already been through tmail,urban,amazon, etsy, and modcloth. guess it's a day to sit around and listen to music.

gaudy in the same way as:

Gossip Girl

neon colored tights

Tik Tok by Ke$ha

flourescent yellow nailpolish

red hair dye

canned hairspray

andy warhol

auto-tuned rap songs

therefore, I want it.

Eric Sandberg

Works on genetic modification, the responsibility that comes with technology, reinventing memories, and the human reaction.

weird that the sidebar of his website was saved with the image. trying to draw some inspiration for my final paintings due in a couple weeks. Maybe I'll reference some music in my pieces this time. As per usual, I'm in the mood for the Weepies. and...T.I.....? hm.

guess I never thought

you'd read my blog.

sorry I ate your cheerios. I'll buy you more, but I didn't eat very much.

the public library

Is one of my favorite places to fall into a different world.

A place that appears so quiet, is a actually full of interest.

Everyone turns and looks at my as I walk in. Micah says I'm paranoid , but I think it's because they watched me try to parallel park out front for 5 minutes.

No sooner had I pushed through those thick glass doors, I hear the piercing shout of my favorite library regular. The following will sound like I'm making fun, but I really am not. This guy has some form of turrets that causes him to involuntarily cry out every few minutes. I have heard him speak conversationally as well, and he is very laid back. I started thinking about why he would frequent the library, a place known for quiet, where his outburst would be so evident. It's because everyone is so determined to maintain composure and solitude,that he can exist there without being questioned or approached. A library is not a place of conflict or confrontation. Sometimes I want to trade places with him.

I came to find a book on Edvard Munch, to replicate one of his paintings, with little luck. There were a couple of volumes, neither very great. I snatched a Chagall instead of the Kandinksy I had been searching for. Every time I hear his name I can't help but think of that Weepies song.And then I think of that summer....

anyway.

picked up CDs which I am currently importing instead of studying for my lab final.

the artists are as follows:

Elvis Costello

Cat Power

Johnny Cash

The Notwist

The Strokes

Sonic Youth

Rilo Kiley

Hector Qirko(I am convinced he taught my cultural anthropology class)

At work I looked into a manatee research internship and an art internship at Cosmo...not really feeling qualified for either...

NFL takes Micah away from me every Sunday. blah.

night.

today's jelly

These always look so bad saved as jpegs. Another lame day of design, me liking my jellies, my teachers becoming increasingly indifferent. This is what I want to do...and yet...it feels like there's still something I've yet to stumble upon. Everyone else left class because we are really doing absolutely nothing today...and I'm still sitting here, trying to kiss ass just by being present. They really don't like me. Really. What will it take?

Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish.

he is

asleep next to me

I watch each rise and fall of his chest.

thinking that I've never seen anything so beautiful,

I never want to stir him from fragile sleep.

nausea, design,nastiness

I feel like a blob of indigestion. I think it is my inner designer going " YOU SUCK" , only it's reverberating in my stomach. So, with this in mind, I'm going to find pictures/things I enjoy, and post them.

guess which one Sara made.....

color and rhythm

When I watch him play the drums, I want to paint him blue, to capture the tap in splatters of red, to mimic the beat in time with a bright yellow. A Purple explosion over the clang of the cymbals. And he is blue, turquoise, aquamarine. His music swims through me and we are painted a pale pink , shivering and new, born of curiosity and intuition.

a word from Mr. Shakur

"And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up"

-Keep Ya Head Up by 2Pac

boring

Micah is out of town and as a result, I've been eating more chocolate and watching very lame television programming. I feel really antsy. I need to be doing something with my hands at all times. Most of the time this manifests itself in the form of me picking at my eyebrows until they are crunchy from blunt ends. I know this is gross. It makes me feel less guilty to just come out and admit that I do it.

I don't want to think that I depend on Micah to an unhealthy extent...but I think it is really in my nature to need company. I find that alone, I am faced with the thoughts I usually keep tucked away. I don't like to think about unpleasant things because it just starts a trail of negativity in my brain. Inevitably, I will dream about whatever is bothering me in my waking life. So why see my problems with my eyes open?

It's late, and this is exactly why I'm being introspective. That's what happens when I'm late. I also face-stalk. Very unhealthy. Very embarassing stuff. But, I am only human, and thus very curious, and slightly self-deprecating.So, I have to have an outlet to provoke these emotions, you see.

I've been looking at alot of interesting designers, an upside to my time alone. Checking out James Victore, Sandra Suy,Gabriel Moreno, and John Madea.

I found an image by John Maeda that pretty much sums up what I feel 100 percent of the time.

I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the need to enhance my visual world as well as somehow vindicate my material world. I can't swallow politics, green solutions, religion, relationships, philosophy, and heaven forbid,trends,in one gulp.

I guess that just means it's time to sleep.