a good example of why ill be single forever

i want eggnog real bad

but i refuse to go to the store for it

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shits nasty

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wow im not even sure i can talk to you anymore.

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im not gonna drink an egg

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you are dumb

transparent

Today my professor asked me why a piece I am working about is important to me. I said "you know...to understand why we do the things we do." He said "I don't beleive that for one fucking second--this is not about them, this is about you. Why do you want to carry all these people's angst? It's because it's you wanting to somehow have the power, for you to reconcile all of these things." I wanted to cry and to rejoice at the same time. It's been a while since I've felt like anyone could really see me.

cupcakes

Pretty Foods & Pretty Drinks   (clipped to polyvore.com)

remembering

"And I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm"

withering

I have never felt so worthless or alone. and everyone has heard this in so many different translations that there is no left to care.

blame game

Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of l-o-v-e
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely

 -Yeezy

Ice Dancer

So, it's official. I signed up for fall ice dancing lessons. AND Stroking(basically like cardio on ice--basically I'm going to die). I'm truthfully really afraid of it for a couple of reasons--the bullies, for one. Yes, there are bullies at the ice rink. And yes, I get scared of bullies, having been tortured by them in middle/high school. Secondly, there are my poor, poor dilapidated knees. The cartilage, or lack thereof, begs me not to put them through this again....But. All of this can't outweigh how excited I am.  I feel like I'm doing something really good for me--physically, and emotionally. Skating is really sort of peculiar. I think one of the reasons I've always struggled with it/ held a place for it in my heart is it is a lot like acting, or any other kind of art. Your heart is basically on your sleeve. You can't hide your feelings--it will always come out in your dancing. And if your'e lucky, on the ice is where you'll either deal with it, or leave it. And I'm ready to do just that.

life lessons

I am a lot stronger than I gave myself credit for. Sometimes it takes being disappointed in everything around you to decide to rise above.

The Righteous Brothers

Playing fifties music just to get my daddy to sing. And also because I love it.

The Velveteen Rabbit

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."


"You were Real to the Boy," the Fairy said, "because he loved you. Now you shall be Real to every one."

Office Shenanigans:FB chat

Paige:

lol

lawl

laal

loll

lloll

LOL

Micah: ...

Paige: 

lawhl

Micah: are you ok?

Insight

At Leah's 21st birthday party:

Me(to Leah):" I started crying while I wrote your card."

Jenae(Leah's sister):"Paige, you cry about everything."


The truth comes out...

Vintage Pyrex: Amish Butterprint Cinderella Mixing Bowl Set of Fo...

Vintage Pyrex: Amish Butterprint Cinderella Mixing Bowl Set of Fo...

My mom has a set just like these, and this really sentimental part of me has to have them. Further proof that I am in fact becoming my mother.

itunes

I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I feel really sneaky listening to other people's music on shared networks...I feel like it's this really intimate, yet possibly false projection of them that maybe I shouldn't be privy to. That being said, the people I work with have really good/diverse tastes in music, so not having my ipod handy is more of a blessing than a tragedy.

awkward...

Today my male boss walked by my open-doored office just in time to see me fish out a chex mix square that fell into my shirt. I felt really awkward at first, but then I figured anyone who appreciates how good chex mix is could understand why I wouldn't want it to go to waste.

cinco de mayo fail

So basically instead of getting my cinco de drinko on, I made a lean cuisine, did some laundry, and spent hours singing karaoke versions of the disney princess songs on youtube. Yes, I am that cool.

assholes.

Dear Red Mazda,license plate 482-DDB,

I know that to brainless blonde bitches, it's probably really hilarious to intentionally run someone off the road. It  won't be so funny when I report you to the police and you will have to sacrifice all that money you would've spent paying for boxed wine and flavored condoms to pay for the fatass fine they're going to give you.

Love,

Paige

all black everything.

Dear People in charge of Evening in Orange,
I know I'm just a lowly designer that worked on a piece for your event ALL SEMESTER LONG, but would it be ok with you if I please dressed up in a sparkly dress and heels? I've endured this shit all semester, and you want me to wear black pants and a black shirt? I am not a waiter, or a funeral home director. I am a tired little person who wants to drink a cocktail in sequins and pretend I'm rich like everyone who will be around me. Also, if I have to try on one more ill-fitting black school marm dress in a department store, I'm going to puke up my increasingly lowered body image all over their smudgy mirrors. The end. love, Paige //end rant

design asshole.

Last night I got upset to the point of screaming over my mom's embroidery machine's horrible software that wouldn't allow a precise grid, type size, or controlled tracking/kerning. My mom couldn't understand why I was so mad. The moral of the story: to the rest of the world, design has made me an asshole.

Buttercream

Dear Buttercream,

I love you..for all your possibilities and shortcomings. It's like one of my obsessive high school relationships. Not quite right yet, but on the verge of something really fantastic. That said, I will never cheat on you with a shortening based frosting ever again. It was a disappointing and lonely experience I hope to never repeat. Unless I can find a happy medium between the both of you and then it's adios....Sorry.

I awkwardly love you forever and always,

Paige

In all seriousness, serious bakers out there, know of any good ways to cut the sweetness in a frosting without compromising the texture?

cupcakes for sale! flavor list!

Below is a list of cupcakes I've made in no real order. I am going to throw it out there that I make pretty darn good cupcakes if I do say so myself, and usually work hard to make them pretty too! I can make you custom cupcakes for any occasion for super cheap-- About half the price of what you'd pay at a gourmet bakery: 15 bucks per bakers dozen, depending on the cupcake(13 cupcakes)!

*note: I'm actually still calculating the average cost per cupcake, so In order for me to afford materials price may change or vary between cupcakes.

• Peanut Butter Chocolate Cupcakes-Chocolate cake with Reese's chips in the batter, topped with peanut buttercream and half a reese cup
• Mint Chocolate Chip Cupcakes-Chocolate cake with semisweet chips in the batter, topped with mint buttercream(just the right amount of mint flavor!)
• Banana Chocolate Chip Cupcakes- Moist banana cake made with ripe bananas and chocolate chips, topped with rich brown sugar buttercream
• Lemon Cupcakes- Lemon cake with a tart lemon frosting
• Chocolate Strawberry Cupcakes-Rich Chocolate Cake filled with chocolate ganache and topped with fresh strawberry frosting
• Aztec Cupcakes-Dark chocolate cake topped with mexican hot chocolate frosting(cayenne/chili powder for a subtle kick!) and decorated with an intricate chocolate topper
• Peach Cupcakes-Moist peach cake topped with cream cheese frosting
• Classic Chocolate/Vanilla cupcakes- Topped with vanilla buttercream or rich chocolate buttercream, or the frosting of your choice in the color of your choice!
• Sour Cream Cupcakes-Topped with Cinnamon Cream Cheese frosting
• Red Velvet Cupcakes- Topped with Cream Cheese or Chocolate Cream Cheese frosting
• Oreo Cupcakes-Chocolate cake with a double stuffed Oreo baked into the center, topped with Oreo Creme frosting and a white chocolate drizzled mini Oreo!

Again, all of these are really mix and match-able and I'm always ready to make a new cupcake, so request away! Just for the record, my next venture is going to be Dark Chocolate Orange Cupcakes :]

Here are some (poor quality, sorry) pictures of some of the cupcakes:

and in stark contrast

to my previous creepy post, there is this. Which is beautiful, and came to mind this weekend just when I needed to remember it.

Psalm 46^[a]

    For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. According to alamoth.^[b] A song. ¹ God is our refuge and strength,
   an ever-present help in trouble.
² Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
   and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
³ though its waters roar and foam
   and the mountains quake with their surging.^[c]
 4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
   the holy place where the Most High dwells.
⁵ God is within her, she will not fall;
   God will help her at break of day.
⁶ Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
   he lifts his voice, the earth melts.
 ⁷ The LORD Almighty is with us;
   the God of Jacob is our fortress.
 ⁸ Come and see what the LORD has done,
   the desolations he has brought on the earth.
⁹ He makes wars cease
   to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
   he burns the shields^[d] with fire.
¹⁰ He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
   I will be exalted among the nations,
   I will be exalted in the earth.”
 ¹¹ The LORD Almighty is with us;
   the God of Jacob is our fortress.

BOH

Dear Band of Horses,

Many other sentimental, poetic 20 somethings will claim to love you as much as I do. But they are lying. To you, and to themselves. It is sad really....do not be swayed by their flippant displays of affection. They will forget about you when the new Mumford and Sons album comes out(and for the record I don't give a shit about Mumford and Sons). But I, I will offer my uterus up for your use. Yes, that is right. I will bear your beautiful--and hopefully fully bearded upon birth--children. You said it best: " No one's gonna love you more than I do." And they won't,EVER.


Love Always and Obsessively,

Paige

story of my life.

revert

It's like I'm a little freshman in highschool again, candles lit in my bedroom. Listening to Dashboard and writing pathetic poetry. Only, I'm a 22 year old young woman, listening to Tom Petty in the dark,alone in the graphic design studio. Both are equally pathetic and equally cathartic.

lovely design

really?

Mom: Do you think you'll like living at University Heights?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Do you think you'll like your room mates?
Me:....Yes.....?
Mom: Then you better not make cupcakes over there, they'll kill you.

SO CLEVER, MA.

reppin hard

I rep South Knox so hard every chance I get, people probably think I'm in a gang.

SOKNO4LYFEEEEE

just is.

So I've been doing some dangerous thinking, and have come to a somewhat scary(and probably really obvious) conclusion. Some things...just ARE. Being the romantic that I am, I always want to assign deeper meaning to things.  For example, take someone who chain smokes. I'll make up some story to justify it in my head, like: "Oh man, he totally chain smokes because he got burned junior year of high school by the blonde girl in his american history class. After she married his best friend two years later, he just lost it. He is just a nervous shell of a person. No wonder is chain smokes all day long." Obviously, this is a bit dramatic, but it's always adjusted versions of this in my head, varying according to how well I know the person. But as of late, my extreme lack of faith in humanity has led me to realize that sometimes:

Bitches are just bitches, sluts are just sluts, control freaks are just control freaks. Liars are just liars, cheaters are just cheaters. Some people love to be in love, some people will always be alone. Some of us are destined for great things, and some people will just never do anything.

Sometimes,things just are, and always will be.

conflict

I seriously just had an angel on one shoulder, devil on the other type conversation with myself. Out loud. Oh, and it was about whether I should do design or math first. I need to regroup and regather, really badly.

basically, I'm sexist.

I feel terrible admitting this, but I have somehow become sexist against my own gender. Not in all scenarios. Really what I'm referring to are women vocalists. I guarantee you that if Florence + the Machine, Adele, or Wye Oak(which I can almost make an exception for) were men, they would all be heavily rotated in my itunes playlist. I realize how literally insane this is, since I'm a female vocalist myself, but I just can't take them seriously. I want to blame it on jealousy, that would be easiest. But I honestly have no idea what has happened to my feminist notions.Maybe all the newbies to the scene just have me underwhelmed from being overwhelmed. Now of course there are some major exceptions I'll make, like for say, Judy Collins, Joni Mitchell, Aretha, Diana Ross. You know, ladies with street cred.

I'm so ridiculous.

the mason dixon line.

I've always fancied myself a west coast type of girl despite my southern origin, but...sometimes by neck looks a little red.

Taylor Swift isn't country. This is country.

go.now.

Go listen to TAOS by Menomena and Blue Blood by Foals.


Go do it now.


On a (un)related note of awesomeness, I mayyyy have my first internship lined up(fingers crossed).


And finally, I'm going tanning for the first time ever tomorrow. Go ahead, have a good laugh. I fully expect to look like a crustacean.

beautiful.

"You'll never be done. What matters is when and where and how and why you abandon your project."

-Evan Meaney

wardrobe malfunction:presentation day

Sara: Your outfit says "I'm professional." while your toenails say "SPRING BREAK!!!!!!"


I repainted them from hot pink to mint green. I don't really know if this was a step toward professionalism or not, but having my professor catch me painting my toenails at my desk definitely wasn't.

stress.

Me: Brooke, we should do drugs today.
Jaclyn: We should do drugs every day.
Brooke: All day urr day.

A viable solution to all my problems.

cupcakes

The truth about my recent bout of cupcake obsession is: It is an easy and delicious way to not think about anything except for things like sugar, flour, and buttercream. If I think about these things I can't think about not living up to everyone's expectations, or more precisely, my own.



Also, I can choose who eats my cupcakes. And nobody who sucks will be getting any. I guess it's only punishment for people that like cupcakes. I don't think I would like anyone that doesn't like cupcakes. If you are reading this, and you don't like cupcakes, gtfo of my blog, srsly.

ethnic

a running list of accents my mom attempts to master when referencing conversations with her multi-cultural co-workers :

Slovakian
South African
German
Asian

It's really hilarious in a very painful sort of way.

teal

Me: What would you think if someone named their kid Teal?
Ma: I think that'd be like if they named them Trey.
Me:...what?
Ma: Oh, you know..
Me: No...I don't.

hypertext narrative

 Spectrum: A Hypertext Narrative by Paige Berry

So, I coded/wrote a hypertext narrative. Which is why it's pretty bare bones as far as the aesthetics. First you may want to look up what a hypertext narrative is because I don't feel like I can adequately explain it. Basically it's a narrative which has no middle, and no end, like a choose your own adventure. However, mine happens to be pretty linear due to the nature of a timeline.. It's about time, memory, and perception. Enjoy, and feel free to ask questions.

i need this in my life.

Michael Kors.yum.

solid

" I think the easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly."

                                                                                       -J.D., Scrubs

in a perfect world

this would be the sound track to my life.

you feel better now don't you

cupcake love

As I may have stated before, I love cupcakes. I am clinging on to the cupcake trend for dear life, that is until my love of frozen yogurt and the plethora of frozen yogurt places in Knoxville sways my affections.But alas, I am incapable of making frozen yogurt. However, I can make some kick ass baked goods. As shown below:


Aztec Style Cupcakes:

Scratch-made Deep Dark Chocolate Cake with Mexican Hot Chocolate Frosting topped with a dusting of confectioners sugar(placed beneath the frosting, warning the buttercream didn't want to stick to the sugar...but it looked pretty) and a hand made dark chocolate topper. The only modification I made to the recipe was that I added a pinch of cayenne pepper to the frosting. Even then it wasn't as spicy as I would like it, but not everyone likes spicy so I held back. I have to give props to the cake recipe, it was done exactly at the recommended stop time, 15 minutes.

This is my best cupcake venture thus far. Melt in your mouth good, incredibly rich. Crappy Blackberry pics to be replaced with better quality soon.

leftover batter resulted in this cute little bundt.

crappy photo, delicious cupcakes.

one day

it will all be so very different and I will never again have to see, hear from, or think about the people that told me I couldn't.

email

I use my email as a sort of control for how aware people are that I'm still alive. For the past week, the only people that care are are Kohls, Victoria's Secret, and my design profs.

your daily dose of the possum

with the photo montage and the biographical gems, how could I resist? But really, !@#$ you if you don't like George Jones. or Willie Nelson.

amvets in s.knox

pure gold.

no, leah, I didn't buy it.

random association

Certain aspects of Horse Feathers remind me of the theme song to Little Bear on Nick Jr. I never really liked Little Bear but I watched it as an alternative to being forced to watch The Young and the Restless all day at my mamaw's. Although, looking back I got most of my sex education from those soaps.

hipster ariel

pure hilarity

example of said hilarity:

dear music snobs

NO ONE LIKES YOU

REALLY

seriously.

I hate every one. everyone. I am not going to make an extra effort for anyone anymore. I love design, I love my dog, and I love chocolate. and band of horses.and my family and i could care less about everything else.

ART

I feel privileged to be able to say I knew Sara when she made this video.

why micah hates me

I thought it be a really great way to get "hero" by enrique iglesias out of my head by playing it at maximum volume. Then I promised to follow it with a better song, so I played walk on the wild side by lou reed.


and the colored girls say doo do doo do dooooo


and now you know why my roommates probably hate me too.

amvets gold

these are sort of at a weird angles. if you click them they get bigger.

Leah and Lisa, you can stop judging me for the mom pants,ok.

 mom jeans, always in style(mom butt, less stylish)

 needs hemming, but is a full circle skirt<3

 this really looks better in person.

 that's right, dr. suess baby

ACID WASH!

good advice

"Life is a trip, so sometimes, we gon’ stumble
You gotta go through pain in order to become you
But once the world numbs you, you’ll feel like it’s only one you
Now you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, 'Is this what it’s all come to?'
Lookin’ at life through sunglasses and a sunroof
But do you have the power to get out from up under you
F*ck Rollies, labels, f*ck what everybody wants from you"

-Jay Z

Yeezy

Has always known how to pull at my heartstrings.

Sartorialist at its finest

photo source:Sartorialist

Why can't all guys dress this well?! (Or girls for that matter). Love , love, love, this.

meat cylinders

Last night I dreamed that I had an open hole on my stomach. Like a wound, but it wasn't bleeding and it was a perfect circle of open flesh. I pressed on the edges of it, like you would if you were to pop at zit and a perfect cylinder of meat came out. I told my mom about it and she said " Oh, those are polyps, everyone gets them sometimes. They go away after about two weeks" I was like, "two weeks?!" I knew this meant that I had more, so we raised up my shirt and there were at least a dozen of these circles. I told my mom that she would have to drain them as I had done before, because I couldn't bear to watch her pushing out the cylinders of my own flesh. I dreamed that after she had drained all of them, she packaged the meat and very convincingly sold it to a redneck man at a gas station.

YES

 photo source: pitchfork.com via subpop records

Fleet Foxes is coming out with a new LP in May!!! Hopefully I can wait that long.

Check out this great single!

yuck

So I saw Yuck live and was blown away, and extra stoked when I saw them in Rolling Stone, but listening  to their recorded stuff, am super disappointed. Riddle me this: why in God's name would you mix vocals at the same level as the instruments, making the vocals inaudible? I highly doubt they have the concept to back this up. Now I'm just frustrated.

11:11

At 11:11, quiznos sandwhich leftovers in hand, I wished to be thin.

sociopath

Me to sara and litsa:

"I wish I was asexual.Not a boy, not a girl, not both, just an it. Well, I still want boobs.  I just don't want to have have emotional or sexual feelings for anyone. Wait, I think that would make me a sociopath."

–noun.

a person, as a psychopathic personality, whose behavior is antisocial and who  lacks a sense of moral responsibility or social conscience.

 I read this aloud and sara said, "oh hey, that's me!"

cupcakes as a bandaid

Today I thought about my aunt, who passed away when I was 13. She was part of my daily life until she left me unexpectedly, and only in recent years have I been able to sort through my feelings of grief and confusion over aspects of our time together. I searched for her street name on google, and her exact address was the first result. I clicked it and it led me to a realty site that included pictures of the inside of the house. It was so entirely different. So modern, so...representative of nothing. They painted over the knotty pine paneling and threw white crown molding into every corner. I know I shouldn't feel this way, as I have no say in it's ownership or aesthetics, but I feel almost nauseas at the thought of an interior decorator coming in and saying "oh no, no no, this is all wrong" and destroying all the beautiful history and the better part of my early memories. I have been looking through the photos over and over again-eyes red and puffy, cupcake in hand, band of horses on the record player.

the shush finger

Yesterday in Drawing 1, which is quickly becoming my least favorite 9 hours/wk of my life, I walked in to find my TA setting up another still life. Like the other million days we have done still lives, a feeling of hate and dread consumes me, but I remember that last time she told us that today we are doing some fast drawings. I like fast drawings. Why? Because unlike the other three effing hour drawings they are....well, fast. So I said to her, "Did you say that we'd be doing some gesture drawings today?" And what does she do?

SHE GIVES ME THE SHUSH FINGER.

If there is one thing that is in my top 10 of things that make me filled with rage, it is sassy people giving me sass for no reason. Now, let me go on to explain that the shush finger is not the finger to mouth action you got when you were 5 , but it is one finger held away from the body as a nonverbal interruption. This very mean-girls esque move is sassy as shit. And I cannot have it. It reminded me of the time in my freshman intro art class that I got trapped in a circle of desks when the class was rearranging them and without rhyme or reason(unless pure bitch is a reason) my teacher sees my frustration and says "SOMEBODY HAS TOO MUCH ESTROGEN TODAY"

Now back then I reacted to her unwarranted attack with angsty tears in the stairwell and further musings on why the world hated my 18 year old self. In this current and comparable instance, however, I almost shoved my chalk pastel through her cornea.I hate chalk pastels almost as much as the shush finger. And we draw with them every.single.day.

Now what did she say to the class five minutes later after she had finished setting up the god forsaken conglomeration of fake legs and christmas tinsel? "So,class, today we are going to do some gesture drawings"

I need to graduate.now.

24 hours

I have managed to have myself an eventful 24 hours. Well, minus the boring 6 hours in class....excluding the interesting 10 minutes that I made a playdough dinosaur in front of my teacher. No wonder Lisa doesn't believe me when I tell her I'm "getting on" her logo... So last night was Animal Hour at The Hill. So that was my first stop. Then for the first time ever I went to Urban Bar with Drew and Micah. I was expecting it to be super hipstery, and in some respects it was, which was awesome for the people watcher in me. I ran into some design friends there and a few of them had an extra shot(how this happens I do't know but I don't question things like that) that they gave to me. Then the bartender totally had my number and talked me into trying Woodchuck Pear. The girl next to me told me it tasted like laundry detergent, but she was oh so very wrong. It was like drinking flower flavored water. Which was obviously good and bad for me. THE BEST PART of the night(notice I put that in caps for those who are really bored with the lengthy nothingness that is this post) was when the rose guy that walks around downtown selling roses, walked up to me on bended knee, handed me a white rose, and said "If God were a woman, he'd be a redhead" and walked away. It was like Christmas all over again. I've always wanted a guy to buy me a rose from the rose guy, but getting one FROM the rose man for free was so much better. Also I'm pretty sure he said I was God..so. Yeah, I don't actually remember the details of closing my tab....so....all in all I'd call it a good night. This morning Micah took me to McD's and I had the greasiest most delicious breakfast ever. It is a sunny and lovely outside and I still smell like cigarettes. I think it will be a good day.

today in design

working hard.

telephone

When discussing sex bracelets in design class today:

me: I think I started wearing them after all the moms got pissed because their kids were wearing bracelets that meant sexual things. I just wore them to wear them.
tommi:moms are dumb.
brooke: moms start drama
me:mama drama
brooke: baby mama drama

ick

The rate at which everyone around me is becoming either married or engaged disturbs me a little. Many things, like oh....the vast amounts growing up to be done...experiencing the joy of youth....seem to be a higher priority for me. Also my bank account has six dollars in it. That my mother gave to me. I think that instantly disqualifies me for sharing a life/financial burden with anyone.

lyrics for a day like this

Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
They’re all full of shit
With a smile on your face
And then do it again

the silent treatment

is awesome.

a weird time

I believe I have found myself in crisis. The indicators of such are a general mistrust of most people, a disdain for the fickle nature of friendships, shame in being a member of a wasteful and selfish population, and disinterest in the superficial offerings of higher education,my chosen vocation, and the social infrastructure associated with each. The helplessness I feel stems from a lack of solution and a feeling of complete isolation. The bitterness I harbor is a result of betrayal. For the first time in my life, I have absolutely no direction.

don't cry, don't raise your eye

IT'S ONLY TEENAGE WASTELAND

THEY'RE ALL WASTED


!@#$ i love this song.

if i spend all my time on ffffound i wont have to do anything else

say it

You know what's a funny word? Hermit. I just called myself a budding hermit in an angsty moment of facebook status updating. In the midst of my determination to be cranky and cynical, I actually laughed, because saying "hermit" out loud sounds so funny if you do it a few times. Hermit. HERmit. HerMIT. herrrrrrmit. Say it like Kermit the frog and it's funnier.


Yes, my blog posts are getting lamer. And so is my life( more angst)

I KNOW.

a quote to live by

"Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday, you will be a real boy."

-The Blue Fairy, Pinnochio

questionairre for design 405-web design

1.last book I read: Go Ask Alice was the last full book, but I'm slowly making my way through The Best American Short Stories 2010

2.last film I saw in theater: Black Swan

3.favorite song right now and why: Evening Kitchen by Band of Horses, because I spend too much time thinking about the past. And because I fucking love Band of Horses.

4.games I enjoy playing: Word games like Apples to Apples, Taboo

5.what I hope to gain from this class: A better understanding of what it means to offer/receive an experience and how to better move forward with the understanding that experience gives

6.why I engage in artistic pursuits: I am addicted to what it means to be human. Art seems like such a broad and open platform to explore that idea.

7. what I do in my off time: off time? what's that? haha.
Buy a bunch of old records that I think I will listen to to try to keep up with the hipsters but end up with a pile of dusty records and like 5 I actually listen to. That's been a lot of what I do recently(I do truly love vintage/thrift stores). I like the prospects of being able to drink in public, something I knew little of until a few months ago-so finding/taking of advantage of good drink specials. Trying to read before ADD takes over. I spend a lot of time talking to myself(this is mostly an inner dialogue on good days) and other people. I love talking. I might do it too much. There is a sign in my grandmother's kitchen that my grandfather had wood-engraved that says something like " If you're talkin' you ain't learnin' Which I guess is partially true.

8.what I am nervous about going into this class: You seem to have high expectations, which is awesome, but of course intimidating from my point of view. and...CODING. I know ZIP about web design. Really. Ok, well I could make a myspace page look really snazzy in my time. Those line breaks I put in my "about me" were really stunning.

9. my definition of an interface:I  honestly don't think I can give a definition that isn't influenced by our discussion today. I'm not really sure I could have told you this morning before we discussed it, either. From what I learned,an interface is an experience based on feedback. It is data you react with.

10. best moment as a student of the arts: Passing portfolio. I guess that's sort of obvious, but having spent a lot of time wondering "When will I be a REAL artist" (and asking many people about when they felt this was true for them), it felt like a huge step in the right direction. During that same semester, a non-design teacher who finished her MFA and was moving on to other places, sent me an email that basically said she considered me a colleague and had been privileged to have me as a student. That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me, and having that validation would have carried me had I not passed.

11.meaning of abstraction: a manipulation or alternative perception of what is real or concrete

12.questions you should have asked: Does Einsteins actually put crack in their bagels? I would like to know the answer to this as well but I'm pretty sure it's a yes.

name calling

There is no greater satisfaction than changing a contact name in your phone to something profane after someone pisses you off.

17

When I started gravitating toward vinyl, I began digging through my mom's old 45's. She picked this one up and her face changed entirely. She played it for me and I understood why.

At Seventeen by Janis Ian

aesthetic

love love love.

By: Dmitry Ligay

flip flopper

How is it one day I can hate design and the next it's all I want to do? Right now it's the latter. Do you ever feel this way about your passion?

honesty

micah: what did you stay up so late for last night?
me: redesigning my blog layout.
micah: oh yeah I saw that, looks good.
me: it's weird to me that you read my blog. so did you catch up on the older posts?
micah:yeah
me: did you think the hipster tattoos one was funny?
micah:no
me:...oh.

VS semi annual sale

I think I tried on 20 bras today. Two painful hours later(I had to get re-measured/re try-on), I decided to go for the 5 for 25 panties. In some ways, this is the story of my life.

Also, I got a Judy Collins record today for 2 dollars.It had "Suzanne" on it, so I am pretty happy about it.

the ghost in my bedroom

For over a week now, when I wake up there is a sizeable pile of what appears to be plaster dust on and around the left side of my pillow. I'd like to attribute it to the tiny crack above my bed, but the proxemity of the dust to the crack isn't logical.I have always had ghosts trying to make me shit my pants by being annoying/creepy, but this is just retarded. Don't they know I have asthma?! dear retarded ghost, you suck. please stop.

shiii finna pop off

thank you, Sara, for this beautiful gem. thank you so very much.

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stupid hipster tattoos

me:also his tattoos are super stupid
sara:i mean hes a hipster they cant make any sense
me:thats true
thats why im going to go get a pretzel tattooed on my eyelids tomorrow
sara:ill get a twizzler going up my shin
me:i like it
sara:maybe on my forarm
me:very anti establishment
nothing says fuck the man like red licorice ive always said
me:with the pretzel i was really trying to make a comment on post modern garage band subculture and their seeming disappearance from the current music trends
i hope you got that
bc otherwise im going to have to go for the carrot stick on my middle finger
its a bit more direct
sara:how about both?
me:wow.edgy.over the top.
i like it.
sara:oh yeahhhhh
i think ill get a ball of yarn on my shoulder
me:that really says mid 90s neo feminist. I totally get that.
wow.just, wow.
sara:exactly what i was going for

lovelovelove

If I loved Midlake any more I might burst.

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