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.