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Sep. 2nd, 2009

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O hai there.

So I'm back at alfred after my three?-week break from this place.
Things are going decently well, I guess. Kinda stressful, but nothing like what is to come/what I've dealt with already.

My classes aren't too terrible, and I'm starting to feel as if I'm actually an art student now. The past couple years it hadn't really clicked, I just felt as if I was writing as much pretentious babble as I could fit into an art history paper, taking pictures of pretty things, hating print, and making sculptures. Now, art history makes sense (I still think it's pretentious and obnoxious, but so does most of the art student body - maybe as artists we'll change that?) my artwork is beginning to develop into a body of work with thought and idea behind it, and something about it all just kind of feels right. Which is what I've been looking for here.

I've got a decent grasp on what I want to do: a combination of sculpture and photography, preferable something on a smaller scale with model making and even possibly stop-motion animation (Coraline and Nightmare Before Christmas, much?) but we'll see how that goes. Right now I'm really interested in working with wax - I've been making some bad-ass looking spiders (see facebook, and eventually DA)and interactive sculpture-type thingers.

Photo should be good, we haven't really done anything yet.

Pirate theater has nine-ish new members, and our first show is next Saturday. Mildly stressful? You bet.

Billy Budd is a rather dull book, but not nearly as awful as the assorted art history texts I've read.

Stage make-up is going to be EPIC. We get to do two dead bodies for one of the plays, which means a long unit on gore, bruises, and blood. Win.

Well, people are here, I have classes to go to.

Aug. 5th, 2009

Anarchy

My new tiny time-consumer

So I'm now surrogate mother to a very tiny kitten.
She is roughly one week old (her eyes and ears haven't opened yet) and was apparently abandoned at Stop n Shop yesterday.

As to how I came to acquire this little fuzzball, Josh called yesterday asking if we wanted one of the abandoned cats. Ba said no, and that was the last I'd heard of it until that evening. Lisa (Josh's girlfriend) showed up with the kitten in the basket after taking it to the vet and picking up formula for it. Her mother said she could keep it if she could take care of it and pay to get it fixed/declawed in the future. Lisa realized she doesn't have the money or time for the kitten and asked if I want it.

So now I have a kitten.
She eats for about an hour every four hours, the rest of the time she sleeps in a box full of towels with a little stuffed animal to cuddle with. She doesn't like to fall asleep unless someone's holding her, and occasionally eating from a bottle is a problem. But she eats a lot and is gaining weight nicely. I'm going to weigh her tonight and keep track of her progress. Her eyes should open within the week if the vet was right about her age.

Pictures are on facebook, expect a lot more.

We still don't know what we're doing with her when I go back to school. Lisa wants her back, but I don't think she can care for her like she needs. Emma wants her, but that seems like a worse choice... My mom could take care of her, but I don't know how thrilled she'd be with that idea. I wish I could take her back to Alfred, but I won't have the time necessary to train her to eat solid foods and learn how to interact with people.

On a slightly different topic, she needs a name.
I want to call her Schrodinger, but no one here gets the joke.
Josh and Lisa want to call her Nomar, which is their nickname for Emma (who hates it).

Any suggestions?
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Jul. 20th, 2009

Umbrella

The future

I want small cats with big, important names.
I want to live in New York City, if only for a bit.
I want to live in New Hampshire again.
I want at least one apple tree, if not a whole orchard.
I want to marry an engineer. Or Joe, like we decided. Or Myles.
I want to cast fingers in chocolate, fill them with cherry cordial, and serve them on Halloween. Or Valentine's Day.
I want an old Victorian house that I can paint purple, blue, and yellow.
I want a big tree with at least one swing.
I want weird kids.
I want to own a yarn store.
I want to weld.
I want to photograph.
I want to write a book.
I want sheep.
I want to be the "really cool aunt"
I want to be a crazy old lady.
I want to have walker/wheelchair races in nursing homes.
I want to stay as weird/creepy/excited about life as I am now. Even when I'm 97.
I want to keep my close friends.
I want to remember to send snail-mail even when it's out of style.
I want to keep crocheting.
I never want to stop creating.
I want at least one tattoo.
I want at least two more piercings.
I want to dress up for no reason, and not explain myself to anyone.
I want an extensive movie collection.
I want a studio.
I want a darkroom.
I want to be remembered.
I want to learn to cook.
I want to never cover my gray hair.
I want to fall in love.
I want to pay off my loans.
I want to tell the next person who scoffs at my major that I'm doing what I love, and dying knowing that I didn't waste my life is enough.
I want to find a happy medium of stress and boredom.
I want to always enjoy rainy days.
I want to juggle.
I want to have long conversations about nothing.
I want to cook.
I want to travel.
I want to live on my own.
I want to take a carriage ride through Central Park.
I want to skydive.
I want to get my pilot's license.
I want to get my motorcycle license.
I want to grow my hair out really long.
I want to send a postcard to Postsecret
I want to have my work in a gallery
I want a stranger to buy a piece of my work.
I want to finish college.
I want to go to grad school.
I want to stay optimistic.
I want to read.
I want a big, comfy bed.
I want to throw a big Halloween party.
I don't want to change my beliefs for anyone, unless they're worth it.
I want to paint my fingernails green, even when I'm 40.
I want to be confident.
I don't want to let people get me down.
I want a fireplace.
I want to be happy.
I want to never grow up.
I want to make bad puns.
I want to avoid monotony.
I want to re-arrange furniture frequently.
I want no boring walls.
I want to draw.
I want to keep dreaming.
I want my fridge to have cheesy plastic letter magnets on it.
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Jun. 6th, 2009

Umbrella

Fuck optimisim.

So I was sitting alone thinking the other day and what crossed my mind was this:
"I'm actually pretty content with the way things are right now."

Well, the universe couldn't have that now, could it?

Alex got back yesterday and told me he's indefinitely dropping out of Alfred.
Which means:
1. We need to find someone to fill the vacancy in our apartment before the school does so for us.
2. I'm going to be single whether I like it or not come fall. Probably a good thing.
Bah.

I'm so angry with him.
I wish he'd tried. Even a little.
Okay, he tried, but he's really lazy.
Whatever.
Everything will work out in the end. It pretty much always does.

In other news:
I'll be in Clarence all day tomorrow. Give me a call.
I miss Andrew something awful. I keep dreaming about the kid. It's frustrating that he doesn't feel the same way. I dunno. It'll go away, I'm sure.
Going back to Boston for Emma's birthday. I'll probably actually leave sometime in the middle of the week and come back Sunday/Monday.
I really don't want to live with Griffin/Buttons next year, but because Alex is leaving I don't have much choice.
I'm making doilies and laying them on fabric and spraying them with bleach. The effect is interesting.
I really don't feel like sitting here and typing shit anymore.
If you wanna know, ask.

May. 13th, 2009

Umbrella

There.

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.


Go.

May. 11th, 2009

Your mother

(no subject)

I honestly don't know if I'll make it through the summer here.

I need to find a damn good escape.

Apr. 30th, 2009

Umbrella

Okay, I just need to write this down.

Thursday (today):
Sculpture class
finish sculptures

Friday:
Install
Crit
Show
Sam's concert

Saturday:
Buy wood
Print work
Tech theater work

Sunday:
Print work
Find job

Monday:
Tech Theater final
Print studio clean-up
Karate final/yellow belt test

Tuesday:
Print Critique

Wednesday:
Finish tech theater project

Thursday:
Tech Theater Presentation
Sculpture clean-up

Friday:
Fight-night

Saturday:
Senior Shows

Sunday:
Study

Monday:
Calc final
Move out
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Apr. 21st, 2009

Your mother

HOLY FUCK.

It's 12:03 in the morning.
When the hell did that happen?

I have so much to do still.

All I really want to do though is sit down and read a book. And not do anything else. God, that'd be fantastic.

For my sake, I'm gonna write out a schedule of shit that needs to be done and when. Please ignore it if you don't care.

I'll put it under a cut )

That's what's going on in the world of my classes.

My big art projects are:
seven cast skulls, each one representing one of the seven deadly sins. They're hollow and each head is going to be filled with further representation.
Bronze - Greed
Aluminum - Pride
Glass - Wrath
Sugar glass - Sloth
Plaster - Envy
Wax - Lust
Chocolate - Gluttony

Then I'm making at least six semi-realistic voodoo dolls and setting them out with a pincushion full of pins, a hammer and nails, lighters, rope, etc. and letting people attack people they know.

For print I'm doing two pieces of 4x4 steel plates laid out to create one 4 x 20 print and an 8 x 20 print.
The first is horizontal of a creepy cat thing chasing a girl
The second is vertical of a little boy sitting on top of his bed with a pile of monsters beneath him.

Needless to say, my artwork is a lot darker this semester...

In other news:

Pirate theater was last weekend
MEDO is this weekend, as is hot dog day.
My mom's coming to visit.
I have an art show May first
I forgot to do my calculus homework tonight since I was so busy with everything else.
Fuck it. I'm going to sleep.
At least my sheets are clean and I have fresh laundry now.

Mar. 22nd, 2009

Holysnap!

I just got an email from my sister

i love
you
ice skating
nature
mom
dad
i hate
josh
princesses
fairies
boys
send
back
soon
love
emms
bye
cookaua
head



It pretty much made my day.
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Umbrella

I have an hour to kill before my mandatory clean-up

And don't know what to do with my time.

My keys are sticking and it's aggravating. This is clearly not the best choice of things to do.

Feb. 26th, 2009

Umbrella

Thinger.

Who comments the most on this journal? )

Feb. 22nd, 2009

Umbrella

Assassin. Murder. Monster.

So I rented Repo! The genetic opera. )

Art stuff )

Tonight I'm going to see some guest theater thing. Hopefully it's good.
Then I get to draw on some more prints.
And do my calc homework which got moved to being due on Monday. (Which is fantastic, since I forgot to do it on Friday)

Yeah, this update was kind of lame, but I'm just killing time before the show.
I do need to find a way to get in touch with Kinger.

I GET MY PHONE BACK TOMORROW.

Feb. 7th, 2009

Anarchy

Pi rho theta

I'm tired.
This seems to be a theme for my life.
I have this on-again off-again cold that will completely stop my breathing one minute and then the next I'll be perfectly fine. Whatthefuck? Now I'm just coughing up my lungs.

Pirate theater show is tonight.
I need to get all the props together by three. Shouldn't be too big of a dealie.
I also need to re-format my external hard drive and fix iTunes before then. Goddamn macs.

I don't understand what's going on socially anymore, either. I feel like I've screwed up big time and I'm just going to end up getting hurt. I wish choices and people were simpler. But then I'd probably still be having these problems.

Oh well. I should probably get started on the stuff for the show tonight.
It's why I'm up at nine and can't get back to sleep.

Feb. 2nd, 2009

Umbrella

I'm tired.

I'm covered in ink.
My feet, shoulders, and legs hurt.
And I'm at a "WTF?!" point emotionally.

I think I'm just overwhelmed.
And I honestly don't know what to do about these two boys.

It's complicated and I don't want to try and type it all out here. If you want to listen/offer advice/let me vent, please, call/text/IM. I could use an outside opinion.

Today is really, really long and it's driving me kind of crazy.

Calc : 9:20-10:10
Tech Theater: 10:20-11:10
Break/lunch/calc homework
Print: 1:20-4:10
Swing: 5:30-6:30
Karate: 7:45 - 8:40
Pirate Theater: 9:00 - 10:00
Calc homework due: 10:59

And I'm running on 4? hours of sleep.

All that aside, this entry needs a list.

I like )

Jan. 12th, 2009

Your mother

Things to do before I leave...

- Pack
- Laundry
x Haircut [Not happening]
- Clean room
- Finish Christmas gifts
- Make another Border's run
- Buy Trevor
x Have a photo/art day in Boston [Too late]
x Get camera from shop [Not fucking done yet]
- Finish reading my books
- Go to Salvation Army again
- Get oil changed
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Jan. 11th, 2009

Anarchy

Shining like a work of art

Hanging on a wall of stars
Are you what I think you are?

You're my satellite
You're riding with me tonight
Passenger side, lighting the sky
Always the first star that I find
You're my satellite

Elevator to the moon
Whistling our favorite tune
Trying to get a closer view

You're my satellite
You're riding with me tonight
Passenger side, lighting the sky
Always the first star that I find
You're my satellite

Maybe you will always be
Just a little out of reach

You're my satellite
You're riding with me tonight
Passenger side, lighting the sky
Always the first star that I find
You're my satellite
You're my satellite

That is one of those songs that I can listen to over and over and over again and never get sick of.

So I just finished season 3 of Dexter. Shows like that, Dead Like Me, and Pushing Daisies make me so incredibly happy. I can only handle so much sweetness before something more dark and twisted needs to happen. But I don't generally get enough warm-fuzzy-omgd'awww! moments not that I know if I could deal with them or not and Pushing Daisies makes up for that at the very least.

Other news:
The glass eyes for my felted animals came today... Now if I only had the felt.... Unfortunately it went to the wrong address. I'll get it someday?
I've been reading a collection of Neil Gaiman's short stories... Started reading last night and was up until five with that excited "I've gotta create!" feeling. Unfortunately it was at odds with the "but I need to sleep." feeling. So nothing got accomplished except a lack of sleep. But I think I'm gonna start writing again.
Started drawing again. Put a GIMP doodle up on DA. Go check it out. It's nowhere near done yet, but for a movie-watching distraction, it looks pretty good so far. Hopefully this will end up with me producing a good drawing for Liz. :]
The previous two statements combined will probably cause the semi-permanent attachment of my sketchbook to my hand. I'm not complaining.
I'm writing my first crochet pattern. It's going pretty well. :]
Made the Dean's List. Jeff offered to get me something as a reward... Dunno what I want though. Maybe a nice winter coat? I mean, we've still got another >9000 months of winter left in Alfred. OOoh or nice yarn. I wanna make a sweater/capelet/thing.

[begin sappy emo-ish? rant - ignore if uninterested] I'm torn. I've always loved cutesy-romantic d'aww moments. And I always find myself wanting them. However, this comes with a dilemma due to my cynicism and overall skepticism. I don't think I could deal with it/take it seriously in real life. Kind of like how I really don't think I could deal with a "nice-guy." But that just leaves me wishing for those "nice-guy" moments. I think I'll just chalk it all up to wanting to be cared about that strongly and to feel the same way about someone else. That really doesn't describe it very well at all, but dealing with the English language is not necessarily my strong suit. [end.]

Welcome back everyone.

So I'm not going to London, obviously. I go back to school in a week. *YAAAAYIMISSEVERYONESOMUCH* I do want to see about going for like a week in the summer (by myself?) as a birthday present. 'cause that would be spectacular. :]

Okay, I think I'm done with this for the moment. I can't really think of anything else to say and it's 2am which means I'll be sleeping in again tomorrow.

Starting Monday I must GET UP EARLY. D

Jan. 9th, 2009

Do not catch on fire.

La dee da

So today was actually a pretty good day.

Slept until noon.
Got up and went to the Salvation Army in Hudson. Learned that the Salvation Army in Hudson is awesome.
I got a nice hat, two shirts, a skirt, and an Abercrombie sweater for a total of $25.
Came home, hung out with my mom and watched some of Music and Lyrics. Even though Hugh Grant only plays himself in movies, I love him.
Found an awesome game thanks to Kinger called Crayon Physics. I've already finished the demo... I need to convince someone to buy me the full version. Played that for a bit then got a phone call from Zach.
Zach is a guy who works with Josh at Stop & Shop. Josh gave him my phone number and we went to the mall and out to dinner. He bought me a kazoo. Overall, quite a pleasant time. It's nice to finally have someone to hang out with here. He's coming over tomorrow to play Castle Crashers.

I go back to Alfred in 8/9 days.
Before that I need to finish my cloud scarf, Jessi's Christmas gift, Sam's Christmas gift.
Tomorrow: Make Jessi's gift.
And probably go shooting.

Sunday: Sammy's gift?

Monday: Check Salvo again for more hats. :D

Jan. 1st, 2009

Umbrella

Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…
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Umbrella

Resolutions resolutions.

I have them.

Let's see if I can keep them this time?
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Dec. 20th, 2008

Stairs

So I found another tattoo I want.

Photobucket

Whatcha guys think?

The first one I want to get is one of my rainclouds down my side. I'm really excited about having a tattoo I designed on me. I'm hoping to put aside money from [insert job here] so I can get it this spring/summer instead of moving out. We'll see how that goes.

I also want Percival from Sinfest somewhere on me.
Possibly my Cheshire cat.
If I'm feeling really geeky one of the invincible stars from Mario as well.

Who thought I'd be into tattoos?
This'll probably all disappear after I get one and realize it hurts.

Maybe I can convince my parents to let me get one for my birthday?


In other news - I'm really bored at home.
I've learned to knit.
I'm crocheting like crazy.
I have a long-ass Christmas list to fill, but I won't be seeing most people until January, so hopefully I'll finish everyone's stuff by then.
Hopefully I get knitting/crochet stuff for Christmas. Yarn would be great.
The weather sucks. I want the roads clear so I can go get stuff to make family gifts before it's too late. D:
I've been playing a lot of Castle Crashers. It's epic fun. :D
I just read Coraline by Neil Gaiman. Good stuff. Can't wait to see Burton's film.
I'm cutting my hair off as soon as I'm home for summer. I'm so pumped. It can look awful and I won't care - I won't be seeing anyone that I have to look good for. I can't wait to play with short hair again.
Monday I'm getting my haircut, but not really short, just need a different style. Maybe bangs? Who knows.
My secret santa gift is coming along. I'm gonna start sewing pieces together tonight. Can't wait until it's done... It's going up on DA if it looks good enough.
I'm pretty sure my Christmas present is getting my camera fixed. I don't even know what happened to it. I'm kinda upset.
Maybe Jeff will let me get my tattoo done in England? Hm...

Okay, off to sew things together!

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