Wednesday, May 26, 2010

this is me pretending my updates are important...

news: I PASSED GRAPHIC DESIGN PORTFOLIO.

To those who don't know me, this is one of the single most important achievements in my life. I worked my ass off, and presented a year's worth of work in about ten minutes which determined the course of the next two years, if not the rest of my life. For a while I wasn't sure if I had what it took. It was an emotional rollercoaster of trust and distrust between myself and my creative abilities, and I feel like I've now proved myself, to myself, if you will. The possibilites for my art seem limitless now, and I couldn't be happier.

It seems summer is finally here, arriving much more slowly than I would have preferred. I haven't really done anything except watch Micah and his friends play video games, hang out, and go to work. I took just about forever to unpack my things into my room. This is mostly because I'm a hopeless knick knacker(this sounds better than potential hoarder) and finding a place for everything, especially amongst my endless art supplies, seems daunting at best.

It seems that atthe start of a new season, I should seek out change a bit more actively than I have in the past few busy months. The following are a list of goals to achieve this summer.

1. Read. A lot. Mostly classics, but some brain candy is allowed. And return the books to the library by the due date(and have read them by then).

2. Bake. Not excessively, as this will conflict with the following guideline, but some raspberry lemon cupcakes are most definitely in order.

3. Accept others. Let go of the negativity that might linger from previously existing situations. Make peace with the present.

4. Bike. Drag Leah along if she will agree, and if she won't, chain her to the handlebars so she can't possibly protest the constant whining that accompanies going uphill.

5. Photograph. Especially with the Diana +, but also with the Brownie and 8mm recorder if parts and film are available.

6.Get a haircut.The asymetrical look is getting old.

7. Paint Nails. Often, and without letting them get jacked up as per most nail painting incidents.

8. Expand Design infuences through research.

9.Travel. To Asheville, to Nashville, and to CA, if a plane ticket and some couches become available.

10. Write Letters. No one gets snail mail, but who doesn't love a good letter and I have stationary coming out of my ears.

11. Make a habit of writing, and writing well. No English or writing for school in 2 years is beginning to take it's toll.

12.Run with Nilla. Maybe. I feel like this could be expecting too much of myself.....or well, of Nilla's attention span.

13. Did I mention letting go of negativity? Nostalgia really cannot bring me down this summer.

14. Spend some time alone.

15.Save half of every paycheck.

16. Get a record player.

17.Study some apologetics.

18.Scour plenty of thrift stores.

19.Sponsor a manatee.

20.Begin ice dancing again.

21.Develop a taste for good wine and beer.

22.Lift others up.

23.Actually develop some of my photos.

24.Go to Ijams.

25.Buy a nice plant for my room and have it live for at least two months.

26. Write some sings, sing with other people. Hopefulllllyyyy get something going music-wise.

25.Be content despite inevitable change.


I guess that covers a good bit of ground. It's hard not to look at this list and think of the last summer list I made. The other seemed more ambitious, but it was also made at a time when I was being anything but realistic... I think this summer will be the summer to grow up...And I'm okay admitting that this is something I've yet to finish doing.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

rocking the bacon sweater again

Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh.
Also, I found a hair THAT IS NOT MINE in my diet coke this morning. Ughhhhhhhhhhhh.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

html

I hate html. I only googled it back when I was obsessed with formatting my myspace, but long gone are those days and sitting in this html tutorial is killing meeeeeee.

Also, my sweater that I found in the back of Micah's car smells like bacon...or maybe woodsmoke. I decided to wear it despite having not washed it and now I smell like pork even after the sweater is off. Consequently, I am now craving pancakes.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

unpredictable

I have maybe the most unpredictable major ever. My design teachers tell you they want one thing, and they next day they forget what they told you, thus changing the level of success of your work, and suddenly you are a monumental, embarassing failure. Or maybe that's just me?

It can go the other way too. For example in 256today, I walk in and my peice looks totally different from anyone else's.I think to myself "of course." I truly feel like lately some cosmic force has taken up arms against me in attempt to thwart any efforts of mine to get ahead.


But then I see him putting the "succesful" peices on the board. He says "this one is a very dynmaic composition"...Wait, what? Mine?

I think I live in a state of confusion anymore.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

someone said I would blog this

It was actually said to make me look stupid, like I should be ashamed of my blog, which I'm not. I actually don't give a fuck what anyone reads and how it makes me look or not look. I don't manage your time....so why should the way I manage mine come under scrutiny? And in a related stream of thought, that is actually the purpose for this post, I would never degrade someone's personal beliefs to a couple of sweeping generalizations. I wouldn't judge someone for their lack of belief, a choice made based upon their own personal experiences, so I feel that its unfair and unwarranted to belittle someone that does hold a different set of ideas to be true. There is a way to discuss these things without crossing a line, but taking aspects of a personal belief out of context and restating it in a way meant to make them look stupid is absolutely immature and uncalled for.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

sometimes

I want to say goodbye to graphic design and never look back.

Monday, February 22, 2010

love

I love the way dry erase markers smell.so.much.