so pardon my freaking the fuck out
but on november 1st, i will be meeting with someone to talk about the possibility of doing a semester abroad in edinburgh, scotland.
i might freaking die.
i want to hear that it will be perfect and not disgustingly expensive and if i work my ass off and save my money like a boss i will be able to do it. that's what i want to hear. what actually will happen -- well, that remains to be seen.
as usual, i'm pumping myself up for this way more than i should.
i've heard so many amazing things about edinburgh as a city, and honestly, i just love the idea of getting out and seeing more of the world -- even if it is on my own. i think it'll be a good experience for me -- not an easy one, but a good one, and so help me god if i need to write an essay i will write the best of all essays and i will win their hearts and minds and i will fucking get there.
also they have gorgeous horses over there i mean i am just saying, guys.
and just
things.
and stuff.
and adventures.
and not fucking melrose any more.
i am sick of fucking fucking fucking melrose
and of coming back here.
and of being stuck.
i think a semester way the fuck away would be incredible for my brains, and i just really think that i need the chance to develop independently. like -- i'm a lot more on my own now with schoolwork and such, but i'm always coming back home and there are certain things i can always rely on. i want a break from that pattern, and a big one.
so what i'm saying is basically that i'm really excited about a trip i have only imagined in my mind and haven't even seen on paper yet.
so when this all comes crashing the fuck down, i expect at least one of you here with some ben and jerrys and a good movie, but in the meantime, send all the good brainwaves you can, and maybe this'll work out!
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Impressions
So, school has started, hooray!
I'm taking five classes this semester, and they all seem like they'll be pretty neat.
Literary Traditions (Tuesdays, 9:45 - 12:45)
Right. So this is your basic lit course -- we're reading Homer and lots of Greek bullshit, but it's kind of whatever, because the teacher is highly entertaining. She's from Italy, and has the same kind of accent and similar mannerisms to my Italian teachers from high school (I've decided she's a blend of the cocmeister and passarella). Anyway, that's gonna be just fine and dandy, some reading, some writing -- and I promise I'm going to try to put effort into it this year. This is no AU class, by far, but I've got to keep it challenging for myself, or else I become a smartass and start seeing how much I can get away with.
Media Techniques (Tuesdays, 1:30-6:30)
First studio class of the week, woop woop! Basically a "how to paint things and not suck" class, with lots of observational drawing tossed in. I'm excited about that, except for the suck that paints and such are going to be on my wallet. Guh. Also we're going to have to be doing a load of drawing things nobody likes to draw in large quantities. We kicked shit off with 50 hands. 50. Feet are next week. Then noses. And mouths. Probably dicks next, who knows. Teacher's a cool dude, though -- he did work for the air force and stuff -- like, official air-force artist or someshit, who knows. He likes Ticonderoga pencils and I think he's actually like 40 or so judging by the dates he was putting out for his childhood, but he looks a solid 20 which is weird. Ahem. Anyway, this one'll be lots of fun, and definitely a challenge.
Baroque Art (Wednesdays, 9:45-12:45)
Whee, three hour lecture, and my only class on Wednesday! This one's going to be super easy -- no tests, just a couple presentations, a museum visit, and a paper at the end of the class. And I get out early, which leaves plenty of time to go to open drawing (with a model, yay!) and to be in my ~~studio~~ and do homework!
Digital Illustration (Thursdays, 8-1)
So I actually haven't had this teacher yet -- but we use tablets and stuff in this class, and she's been finishing up her Master's degree, which is why she missed the first two classes. But yeah. I always love digital stuff and totally need help working on it and yes. Perfect class!
Human Figure in Illustration (Thursdays, 1:30 - 6:30)
This teacher is the best. Her name is Margot. She's polishfrench, has a hilarious accent and knows her shit like cray cray. We get a model every week, and she's honest but fair with her critiques and advice and it makes me love everything about the world, tbh with you guys. Also drawing naked old guys is the best. Legit though, last week we drew a guy who I drew in one of the pieces I submitted to Massart. I made it when I took a weekend class there, and that was the guy I drew! He's also ridiculously acrobatic for a model, and he was posing really crazily at one point. My teacher had to be like, "Why don't we seempleefy zees for zem, yes?"
Sophomore bitches can't handle torso twists and foreshortening at once -- it's true, bro.
Aside from the fact that this class is ALL FUCKING CHARCOAL ALL THE TIME -- i really enjoy it. :D
I'm taking five classes this semester, and they all seem like they'll be pretty neat.
Literary Traditions (Tuesdays, 9:45 - 12:45)
Right. So this is your basic lit course -- we're reading Homer and lots of Greek bullshit, but it's kind of whatever, because the teacher is highly entertaining. She's from Italy, and has the same kind of accent and similar mannerisms to my Italian teachers from high school (I've decided she's a blend of the cocmeister and passarella). Anyway, that's gonna be just fine and dandy, some reading, some writing -- and I promise I'm going to try to put effort into it this year. This is no AU class, by far, but I've got to keep it challenging for myself, or else I become a smartass and start seeing how much I can get away with.
Media Techniques (Tuesdays, 1:30-6:30)
First studio class of the week, woop woop! Basically a "how to paint things and not suck" class, with lots of observational drawing tossed in. I'm excited about that, except for the suck that paints and such are going to be on my wallet. Guh. Also we're going to have to be doing a load of drawing things nobody likes to draw in large quantities. We kicked shit off with 50 hands. 50. Feet are next week. Then noses. And mouths. Probably dicks next, who knows. Teacher's a cool dude, though -- he did work for the air force and stuff -- like, official air-force artist or someshit, who knows. He likes Ticonderoga pencils and I think he's actually like 40 or so judging by the dates he was putting out for his childhood, but he looks a solid 20 which is weird. Ahem. Anyway, this one'll be lots of fun, and definitely a challenge.
Baroque Art (Wednesdays, 9:45-12:45)
Whee, three hour lecture, and my only class on Wednesday! This one's going to be super easy -- no tests, just a couple presentations, a museum visit, and a paper at the end of the class. And I get out early, which leaves plenty of time to go to open drawing (with a model, yay!) and to be in my ~~studio~~ and do homework!
Digital Illustration (Thursdays, 8-1)
So I actually haven't had this teacher yet -- but we use tablets and stuff in this class, and she's been finishing up her Master's degree, which is why she missed the first two classes. But yeah. I always love digital stuff and totally need help working on it and yes. Perfect class!
Human Figure in Illustration (Thursdays, 1:30 - 6:30)
This teacher is the best. Her name is Margot. She's polishfrench, has a hilarious accent and knows her shit like cray cray. We get a model every week, and she's honest but fair with her critiques and advice and it makes me love everything about the world, tbh with you guys. Also drawing naked old guys is the best. Legit though, last week we drew a guy who I drew in one of the pieces I submitted to Massart. I made it when I took a weekend class there, and that was the guy I drew! He's also ridiculously acrobatic for a model, and he was posing really crazily at one point. My teacher had to be like, "Why don't we seempleefy zees for zem, yes?"
Sophomore bitches can't handle torso twists and foreshortening at once -- it's true, bro.
Aside from the fact that this class is ALL FUCKING CHARCOAL ALL THE TIME -- i really enjoy it. :D
Friday, March 23, 2012
projects and things. :D
it finally seems like i've hit a sort of stride or something in terms of my schoolwork -- i' m really like...inspired and excited about a lot of the projects i'm going to be working on over the coming weeks, and they are as follows.
the first is for my puppetry class -- it's a horse skeleton marionette which i'm mostly going to be carving out of wood, and i think i'm going to paint it a sort of off-white and do some fun, intricate designs on it. my goals for its motion is to be able to have it trot, rear, bow with one foot forward, and maybe shake its head and buck. puppets are funny because there are like...three phases to making them. you have to make the parts, then you have to make sure that the parts articulate the way that you want them to (which may require modifying them in ways that make them not look the way you want them to in the end), and then stringing, which is an art in and of itself and i will need at least a week or two to figure out. my goal is to try to have a fairly complete skeleton by two weeks from now, when we'll be bringing the projects into class for the teacher to help with.
then there's printmaking -- latest project is a reduction woodblock. i'm really falling for woodcarving, there's something really great and tactile about it that i'm kinda growing obsessed with. except for the fact that it's messy and now there are wood shavings like everywhere in my room which is not a good thing. but hey. so, a reduction woodblock basically consists of taking a block, cutting a design into it, printing that design a lot of times, then cutting away more and using another color of ink and printing that on top of what you've already printed. this can make some really excellent effects, but part of the problem with it is that you can only print the full image for one run. if you make twenty prints of the thing, that's all you get, because in order to get to the final image, you have to carve away at the actual block. i'm on a horse skeleton kick for whatever reason, i think they're pretty interesting and dynamic forms, so this is a horse skull that i think might have people in it or something. we'll see!
and for my sequenced narrative class -- we're making artist's books. they're not like...a book of paintings that someone else has compiled. they're a 'book' in some form or another, as a piece of art. the massart library actually has a really awesome collection of them. there were three i particularly liked -- the first was called 'touchstone', and it was a book that had been ground down to the same size and shape as a river-washed stone, so you could just hold it in the palm of your hand. it was really interesting that the artist was able to give something made of paper the qualities of rock -- you could still flip through the ground-down pages, but even the surface felt smooth. i forget the title of the second one, but a female artist had taken various items of clothing people wear throughout the course of their lives (diapers, a ballerina costume, army fatigues, jeans and a t shirt,, a wedding dress, even a prison jumpsuit!) and ground them down into fibers, making them into paper. the book then progressed from paper made of "100% Diaper" to old people pajamas. it was pretty fantastic to see all of these items of clothing that are so integral, and really significant to a lot of people, all contained in one little book. also led to a discussion about how if she were a male artist buying children's underwear and ballerina costumes off of ebay, it would totally come off as all kinds of creepy, but it was easier to accept because she was female.
and then the final book, which i was able to find and buy online, was one of the most singularly moving pieces of minimalist art that i have ever seen. it's a white block of a book, maybe five inches thick, and the cover and pages might be 4x5. the pages are all this weighty cardstock, and the book itself (according to the internet) weighs about a pound, so it's really dense. on the cover, there are cutout block letters with the word 'ABSENCE' in all caps. the first page of the book has a single dot punched out slightly left of center of the page. this dot continues down for maybe ten pages or so, and then, there are two square cutouts, maybe about a centimeter square each, positioned so that their corners were nearly touching, like squares on a checkerboard. these cutouts continue down for 110-ish pages, i think, until the final page, which is a cutout of a street layout.
for me, it was about midway through the pages when it dawned on me that these were meant to represent the twin towers. once that realization hit, it was so strangely powerful to flip through those pages, each one representing a floor and all of the people who were there. i've never, ever liked minimalist art, but this was such an eloquent, powerful piece that it absolutely blew me away.
i don't quite know what i'm going to do for my book, but i know i want to use a lot of woodcuts, maybe some leather -- i've got two weeks for it and am definitely still in the planning stages.
and finally, my drawing class -- the theme for our second project is 'the figure in practice'. the teacher's very loose about her definitions of what she wants for the projects, so as long as you can argue it effectively, she'll take pretty much anything. that being said, i'm continuing on my skeleton kick. it's going to be a big piece, at least six feet long, probably four-five feet tall. i'm still figuring out the exact composition, but i know i want to use ink. it's going to be a horse and rider as skeletons, approaching some form of an obstacle in the middle of the page, and as they take off to the jump, a paint-splatter of muscle and skin starts attatching to them, until as they're perfectly over the jump, they're totally normal looking, and then all that stuff starts peeling away as they descend towards the ground again, until they're skeletons again, and i might have the horse trip and fall and end it with them crumpled up on the ground, but who knows. this is more a logistical problem than anything, because huge sheets of paper like this are epic impractical to work on, however, using smaller sheets or boards will invariably create this segmented effect that i know i don't want. all the tragedies.
tl;dr: i go to art school.
the first is for my puppetry class -- it's a horse skeleton marionette which i'm mostly going to be carving out of wood, and i think i'm going to paint it a sort of off-white and do some fun, intricate designs on it. my goals for its motion is to be able to have it trot, rear, bow with one foot forward, and maybe shake its head and buck. puppets are funny because there are like...three phases to making them. you have to make the parts, then you have to make sure that the parts articulate the way that you want them to (which may require modifying them in ways that make them not look the way you want them to in the end), and then stringing, which is an art in and of itself and i will need at least a week or two to figure out. my goal is to try to have a fairly complete skeleton by two weeks from now, when we'll be bringing the projects into class for the teacher to help with.
then there's printmaking -- latest project is a reduction woodblock. i'm really falling for woodcarving, there's something really great and tactile about it that i'm kinda growing obsessed with. except for the fact that it's messy and now there are wood shavings like everywhere in my room which is not a good thing. but hey. so, a reduction woodblock basically consists of taking a block, cutting a design into it, printing that design a lot of times, then cutting away more and using another color of ink and printing that on top of what you've already printed. this can make some really excellent effects, but part of the problem with it is that you can only print the full image for one run. if you make twenty prints of the thing, that's all you get, because in order to get to the final image, you have to carve away at the actual block. i'm on a horse skeleton kick for whatever reason, i think they're pretty interesting and dynamic forms, so this is a horse skull that i think might have people in it or something. we'll see!
and for my sequenced narrative class -- we're making artist's books. they're not like...a book of paintings that someone else has compiled. they're a 'book' in some form or another, as a piece of art. the massart library actually has a really awesome collection of them. there were three i particularly liked -- the first was called 'touchstone', and it was a book that had been ground down to the same size and shape as a river-washed stone, so you could just hold it in the palm of your hand. it was really interesting that the artist was able to give something made of paper the qualities of rock -- you could still flip through the ground-down pages, but even the surface felt smooth. i forget the title of the second one, but a female artist had taken various items of clothing people wear throughout the course of their lives (diapers, a ballerina costume, army fatigues, jeans and a t shirt,, a wedding dress, even a prison jumpsuit!) and ground them down into fibers, making them into paper. the book then progressed from paper made of "100% Diaper" to old people pajamas. it was pretty fantastic to see all of these items of clothing that are so integral, and really significant to a lot of people, all contained in one little book. also led to a discussion about how if she were a male artist buying children's underwear and ballerina costumes off of ebay, it would totally come off as all kinds of creepy, but it was easier to accept because she was female.
and then the final book, which i was able to find and buy online, was one of the most singularly moving pieces of minimalist art that i have ever seen. it's a white block of a book, maybe five inches thick, and the cover and pages might be 4x5. the pages are all this weighty cardstock, and the book itself (according to the internet) weighs about a pound, so it's really dense. on the cover, there are cutout block letters with the word 'ABSENCE' in all caps. the first page of the book has a single dot punched out slightly left of center of the page. this dot continues down for maybe ten pages or so, and then, there are two square cutouts, maybe about a centimeter square each, positioned so that their corners were nearly touching, like squares on a checkerboard. these cutouts continue down for 110-ish pages, i think, until the final page, which is a cutout of a street layout.
for me, it was about midway through the pages when it dawned on me that these were meant to represent the twin towers. once that realization hit, it was so strangely powerful to flip through those pages, each one representing a floor and all of the people who were there. i've never, ever liked minimalist art, but this was such an eloquent, powerful piece that it absolutely blew me away.
i don't quite know what i'm going to do for my book, but i know i want to use a lot of woodcuts, maybe some leather -- i've got two weeks for it and am definitely still in the planning stages.
and finally, my drawing class -- the theme for our second project is 'the figure in practice'. the teacher's very loose about her definitions of what she wants for the projects, so as long as you can argue it effectively, she'll take pretty much anything. that being said, i'm continuing on my skeleton kick. it's going to be a big piece, at least six feet long, probably four-five feet tall. i'm still figuring out the exact composition, but i know i want to use ink. it's going to be a horse and rider as skeletons, approaching some form of an obstacle in the middle of the page, and as they take off to the jump, a paint-splatter of muscle and skin starts attatching to them, until as they're perfectly over the jump, they're totally normal looking, and then all that stuff starts peeling away as they descend towards the ground again, until they're skeletons again, and i might have the horse trip and fall and end it with them crumpled up on the ground, but who knows. this is more a logistical problem than anything, because huge sheets of paper like this are epic impractical to work on, however, using smaller sheets or boards will invariably create this segmented effect that i know i don't want. all the tragedies.
tl;dr: i go to art school.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
right so this.
i hate this new theme my life has of 'lets build up to some really cool stuff and then have it crash and burn'.
let me make it clear that it's so not the person who was going to get me down there's fault.she's awesome, she got sick, shit happens. but it's incredibly, painfully frustrating. this whole thing looked like it was going to work out beautifully. after all, gabe's play happened to be happening during my spring break, the mutual friend was free, and i got off of work. oh also today would have been a beautiful day to be on the road -- all clear, no rain, no nothing. so yeah. we would've gone down, stayed tonight, seen the show tomorrow, and left there sometime later on saturday. needless to say that didn't work. and he's back in two weeks so it's not that terribly bad except that it's another two weeks. i started counting down two weeks til seeing him two weeks ago.
but still.
i'd been really, sincerely looking forward to this. i'd planned things around it and now? exactly jack and shit. two weeks isn't that bad -- i keep saying that. it just kind of -- it sucks. because my countdown was over and i was ready to go and now i'm stuck sitting here in my room and typing this. so there's that.
also gabriel was a reasonable person and convinced me spending 100 dollars for almost 20 hours worth of travel to be in Delware for less than 24. so. i mean i guess he's the smart one in this situation but still.
also gabriel was a reasonable person and convinced me spending 100 dollars for almost 20 hours worth of travel to be in Delware for less than 24. so. i mean i guess he's the smart one in this situation but still.
it'd be great if things went the way i planned for once.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
dear entitled melrosian prickwads
we were out of bagels because fuckwads of OTHER entitled melrosian pricks woke up earlier than you to get bagels.
this is absolutely not cause for you to send a complaint about us to management.
especially when we were all very nice and apologetic about the situation.
shit happens, kiddos, so suck it the hell up.
kthnx have a nice day.
oh also the girl i'm stuck closing with now? she's an entitled melrosian private school chick who sucks at life the universe and everything.
so there's that.
in other news, spring break this week wooooo.
which really means 3 days of crazy doing of stuff for after break, and then going to delaware thursday-saturday woop wooop.
constructive and useful blogpost is constructive.
this is absolutely not cause for you to send a complaint about us to management.
especially when we were all very nice and apologetic about the situation.
shit happens, kiddos, so suck it the hell up.
kthnx have a nice day.
oh also the girl i'm stuck closing with now? she's an entitled melrosian private school chick who sucks at life the universe and everything.
so there's that.
in other news, spring break this week wooooo.
which really means 3 days of crazy doing of stuff for after break, and then going to delaware thursday-saturday woop wooop.
constructive and useful blogpost is constructive.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
so i didn't get the r.a. position, as most of you already know, but i need to rant about it at length, so here goes.
i said i wasn't going to get my hopes up about it, but -- lookit that -- i did.
i was super excited about not needing to take the train and a bus home every day. i was super excited about being able to see my friends more, being right across the street from the school and the myriad of resources it provides. i was really, freaking, pumped.
and then i got the email saying 'thanks, but no thanks'.
and i don't know what to do.
it's so unendingly frustrating and i kind of want to scream at something but i don't know what. i want a fucking appeals court is what i fucking want. because i know i'm extremely biased, but i think people who can pay to live at the damned school should be given less priority in these things than people who can't or something i don't know it just makes me mad.
what really angers me even though it shouldn't is that this girl i know pretty well got it. she's a complete airhead and i have absolutely no idea why she got it and i didnt when i'm a reasonable well grounded human being and i have no idea how i didn't get that across to them. fuck it.
the optimistic way of looking at it (once i get to that stage -- it's a long way off) is that not living there will allow me to save a bunch of money for moving out once college is over. but that's long term and the mature way of looking at it and i'm just not feeling that at all right now. right now i'm feeling like i want to not live in this house much longer but there's not a fucking thing i can do about it so yay.
i said i wasn't going to get my hopes up about it, but -- lookit that -- i did.
i was super excited about not needing to take the train and a bus home every day. i was super excited about being able to see my friends more, being right across the street from the school and the myriad of resources it provides. i was really, freaking, pumped.
and then i got the email saying 'thanks, but no thanks'.
and i don't know what to do.
it's so unendingly frustrating and i kind of want to scream at something but i don't know what. i want a fucking appeals court is what i fucking want. because i know i'm extremely biased, but i think people who can pay to live at the damned school should be given less priority in these things than people who can't or something i don't know it just makes me mad.
what really angers me even though it shouldn't is that this girl i know pretty well got it. she's a complete airhead and i have absolutely no idea why she got it and i didnt when i'm a reasonable well grounded human being and i have no idea how i didn't get that across to them. fuck it.
the optimistic way of looking at it (once i get to that stage -- it's a long way off) is that not living there will allow me to save a bunch of money for moving out once college is over. but that's long term and the mature way of looking at it and i'm just not feeling that at all right now. right now i'm feeling like i want to not live in this house much longer but there's not a fucking thing i can do about it so yay.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
this is it.
i know i've been posting about it a lot a lot a lot
but.
i'm finally done applying for the r.a. position.
today was 'group process day'
which basically was a room full of the 100 or so people who had applied for leadership positions all playing teamwork-style games and things. those 100 people aren't all applying to be r.a's -- i've deduced there are about 40 (both returning and new) applying for arouuund 25 r.a. positions. so i only have to suck less than half of the people that they saw. which is okay. i don't remember how much of this i've already said. but yeah. i find out on friday, or so they say. which is good because then this knot in my stomach can gtfo.
however, i've tried not to get my hopes up about this position.
the key word there? tried. tried and failed miserably.
because honestly, i can't see my sanity staying intact if i'm stuck living here next year -- the past few weeks have proven that beyond any kind of doubt. i literally don't know what i'll do with myself, so i'm hoping so hardcore that this works out.
also i'm animating a thing for my drawing class
animating is motherfuckin' tough. i'm using photoshop so not super hightech or anything but still dude woah. i mean like woah. and i have puppet pieces to make. and work tomorrow. aye carumba liiiife.
in other news, spring break is the week after next.
also i've discovered the best strategy for dealing with annoying/harassing poll-takers/money-wanters outside of the school.
(i once was asked if i wanted to support/advance gay rights and i said no and marched on 'cause i was late to class. this is a better coping mechanism, promise.)
i simply say "non parlo inglese" and walk onwards. no questions asked. i've either stunned them because the whitest white girl ever just spoke italian words and expected them to believe she didn't speak english, or they think i don't speak english and leave me alone. win. fucking. win.
also i'm tired and going to bed now goodnight blog.
but.
i'm finally done applying for the r.a. position.
today was 'group process day'
which basically was a room full of the 100 or so people who had applied for leadership positions all playing teamwork-style games and things. those 100 people aren't all applying to be r.a's -- i've deduced there are about 40 (both returning and new) applying for arouuund 25 r.a. positions. so i only have to suck less than half of the people that they saw. which is okay. i don't remember how much of this i've already said. but yeah. i find out on friday, or so they say. which is good because then this knot in my stomach can gtfo.
however, i've tried not to get my hopes up about this position.
the key word there? tried. tried and failed miserably.
because honestly, i can't see my sanity staying intact if i'm stuck living here next year -- the past few weeks have proven that beyond any kind of doubt. i literally don't know what i'll do with myself, so i'm hoping so hardcore that this works out.
also i'm animating a thing for my drawing class
animating is motherfuckin' tough. i'm using photoshop so not super hightech or anything but still dude woah. i mean like woah. and i have puppet pieces to make. and work tomorrow. aye carumba liiiife.
in other news, spring break is the week after next.
also i've discovered the best strategy for dealing with annoying/harassing poll-takers/money-wanters outside of the school.
(i once was asked if i wanted to support/advance gay rights and i said no and marched on 'cause i was late to class. this is a better coping mechanism, promise.)
i simply say "non parlo inglese" and walk onwards. no questions asked. i've either stunned them because the whitest white girl ever just spoke italian words and expected them to believe she didn't speak english, or they think i don't speak english and leave me alone. win. fucking. win.
also i'm tired and going to bed now goodnight blog.
Monday, February 20, 2012
i will know if i have the r.a. position by the beginning of march.
that's really. really. really. soon.
i have to impress people in the 'group process day' (fuck all if i actually know what that is) on saturday for six hours. and then it's waiting.
i just want to get out of the house and breathe.
and don't get me wrong, i know that dorm living isn't perfect, but i can't do this house for another year, as i've said a million times.
but i mean i could like....not be at home.
but i like...get a single room automatically which is shiny.
and yeah. i mean getting out. and living in boston? what could be better? nothing.
i've got friends who are talking about getting apartments in town and i'm just like I WOULD LOVE TO LIVE WITH YOU BUT. being an r.a. is my only way out and dear god do i want out so bad. i'm gonna make this happen, guys. i gotsta.
onwards and upwards!
that's really. really. really. soon.
i have to impress people in the 'group process day' (fuck all if i actually know what that is) on saturday for six hours. and then it's waiting.
i just want to get out of the house and breathe.
and don't get me wrong, i know that dorm living isn't perfect, but i can't do this house for another year, as i've said a million times.
but i mean i could like....not be at home.
but i like...get a single room automatically which is shiny.
and yeah. i mean getting out. and living in boston? what could be better? nothing.
i've got friends who are talking about getting apartments in town and i'm just like I WOULD LOVE TO LIVE WITH YOU BUT. being an r.a. is my only way out and dear god do i want out so bad. i'm gonna make this happen, guys. i gotsta.
onwards and upwards!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
why i can't be a printmaking major and other logic
because as far as art majors go, it's extra impractical and extra expensive.
consider that paper for it costs roughly $4.00 a sheet (that adds up quick)
the copper that you need in order to etch costs $5.00 for a really itty bitty piece
and the tools and shit are expensive
and the presses that you need to use to -- yanno -- print yer shit -- aren't exactly the things you can buy and keep in the basement, and once you graduate, fuck all if you have a place to print your shit.
so yeah. impractical for an ART major -- and that's saying something, y'all.
but basically, i know the general track i want to go down
it's just a question of how i get there.
because, well, here's the thing.
i could be a straight up illustration major, do my 3 years of that, then come back and give massart MORE of my money for an extra year to get my teaching certificate. after which i'd need to get a master's degree if i wanted to teach in massachusetts. or i could just gtfo of this awesome but really expensive state and somehow teach shit elsewhere who knows.
or i could be an illustration major and get a damned job ILLUSTRATING SHIT FUCK YES REALISTIC WORLD VIEW.
or
i could be an art ed major with a focus in illustration, meaning that i'd take all of my art ed requirements as well as taking all of my electives in illustration.
OR
i could be an art ed major and just an art ed major which would mean i'd do all the art ed stuff AND i'd have the opportunity/requirements to take classes in a bunch of different areas of the school, like glass and all kinds of things.
that being said fuck if i know what i want to do.
i like the idea of broadening my horizons while i'm in a school where i can totally do that and have access to some awesome resources, but also at least my head wants a 'practical' knowlege and learning some 'real skills' or whatever that means in the art world. i mean, i don't know. but at the same time i think that, especially the way things are today, it'd be helpful to have a wider knowledge than just 'illustration' will give m, because you can't really get outside electives until upper-class years so i don't know dudes. i just don't know.
consider that paper for it costs roughly $4.00 a sheet (that adds up quick)
the copper that you need in order to etch costs $5.00 for a really itty bitty piece
and the tools and shit are expensive
and the presses that you need to use to -- yanno -- print yer shit -- aren't exactly the things you can buy and keep in the basement, and once you graduate, fuck all if you have a place to print your shit.
so yeah. impractical for an ART major -- and that's saying something, y'all.
but basically, i know the general track i want to go down
it's just a question of how i get there.
because, well, here's the thing.
i could be a straight up illustration major, do my 3 years of that, then come back and give massart MORE of my money for an extra year to get my teaching certificate. after which i'd need to get a master's degree if i wanted to teach in massachusetts. or i could just gtfo of this awesome but really expensive state and somehow teach shit elsewhere who knows.
or i could be an illustration major and get a damned job ILLUSTRATING SHIT FUCK YES REALISTIC WORLD VIEW.
or
i could be an art ed major with a focus in illustration, meaning that i'd take all of my art ed requirements as well as taking all of my electives in illustration.
OR
i could be an art ed major and just an art ed major which would mean i'd do all the art ed stuff AND i'd have the opportunity/requirements to take classes in a bunch of different areas of the school, like glass and all kinds of things.
that being said fuck if i know what i want to do.
i like the idea of broadening my horizons while i'm in a school where i can totally do that and have access to some awesome resources, but also at least my head wants a 'practical' knowlege and learning some 'real skills' or whatever that means in the art world. i mean, i don't know. but at the same time i think that, especially the way things are today, it'd be helpful to have a wider knowledge than just 'illustration' will give m, because you can't really get outside electives until upper-class years so i don't know dudes. i just don't know.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
semester twoooo
So second semester has started yay!
Two weeks in and I'm already going a little crazy, but what else is new?
I think part of the problem is that I'm taking four studio classes, and not an academic, this semester. Problem? Well, it'll only get more interesting as midterms and finals come around, but hey.
I have a puppetmaking class on Monday from 8-1, which is pretty awesome. We make puppets and they actually work sometimes and I'm learning a lot and it's just kind of fantastic, to be honest -- it's just a lot of sawing, drilling, etc which is actually pretty fun, but hard to do when my workshop space is preeeetty much my room. Additionally, the teacher looks like he could have strolled out of a 'This Old House' episode, which just makes everything awesome.
Then there's printmaking, Tuesday 8-1. It's taught by this really fantastic older (and just slightly gay) guy, who has said several times that he's not concerned about us making great art, just learning the processes. Which is great, because even just the processes required for this stuff is craaaazay. There's at least ten steps involved in getting anything done, and with a big class, you really need those five hours to accomplish everything. Also we get to work with crazy chemicals and complicated presses and make pretty things. Singular complaint about this class is that its materials are really fucking expensive. Like...10 sheets of paper? $26. That. And each of the tools is gonna be like...15-20 bucks a pop. YAY NEVER HAVING MONEY AGAIN EVER.
Visual Language Two -- 'Time' -- we got to pick one of a million different classes for this requirement, and my teacher's name is Jarrett, and he's the scary Asian parent I never had, which is awesome. The class is 'the sequenced narrative' and explores bunches of different ways of storytelling, etc etc etc. And it's pretty awesome -- although Jarrett's got really high standards and is definitely intimidating, he knows what he's doing, and I feel like I've got a lot to learn from this class.
Finally, there's my "Figure in Color" drawing class. which is taught by this fantastic lady who reminds me of Ms. Melito so hardcore. She's always talking about 'following her inspiration' and she's just the best little person ever in the world. I love her and I can't wait for more of this class because it involves more drawing naked people and god i love doing that because people are so damn pretty.
Also, I suck pretty bad at this 'being at home' thing, and I'm submitting my R.A. application tomorrow, which will be followed by a group interview, and an individual one. It's wicked competitive, but sophomores as R.A's is totally not unheard of, and I'm seriously motivated to do what I need to do to not be living in Melrose next year. The one snaffoo is that, while they give you a free (single!) room, they charge you 3,000 that you have to put in a meal plan. If I haul ass over the summer and make with lots of working, I might stand a chance (but they have to like me first) -- here's hoping!
I need to update more so I don't give you crazy blockposts like this.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Chicago and TMI. :]
I'm taking a moment to update this, because hey -- I have thoughts, even when I'm several hours and a timezone away.
We got here (to a town on the outskirts of Chicago) at about 11 last Friday, and we're leaving on a 6 AM flight tomorrow. It's only been a week, but that week's been plenty long for me to realize how much I miss my Dad's side of the family out here. Don't get me wrong -- Mom's side's great and fabulous and a lot of fun, but even though they're close geographically to us, we don't really see them a lot. They never all get together -- there's an aunt I haven't seen since I was too small to remember, and somebody's alway's feuding with someone. Not to feed into a stereotype, but if anyone's ever seen the depictions of Jack's crazy Irish family on 30 Rock -- there's a lot of that shit that they just don't make up. Except that my grammy's awesome and not at all like Jack's mom so there.
Anyway.
Both sides of my family are big. Like, really big. Mom's got two brothers and four sisters. Dad's got four brothers and a sister -- so technically his side of the family's smaller, but I always say there are more of them, because in my head, there are. I think it's because, when my dad's side of the family gets together, there's always one hell of a lot of noise. All of his brothers and sisters are married, and most of them have kids, and some of those kids have kids -- so it's kind of this rowdy noisy gathering of people, and I never really thought to count which ones were actually my uncles and aunts or not.
So if I've ever lied to you and said I had seven or eight uncles, I wasn't lying to you -- I was just talking about them in terms of the amount of noise they make.
It also makes me really sad that most of you won't ever meet these people, because they're all awesome and such fun -- especially my Nonna.
She's this little old Italian lady, and she's gotten littler and older since I saw her last, three years ago. She's somewhere around 86 years old, and shorter than I am. She's got the most adorable accent and way of saying things that I've ever heard, and she's just the best. She's always trying to do things that she shouldn't be -- always wants to help do the dishes no matter how much we tell her we've got them, it's fine. She walks around
Nonna also was really, really pretty when she was younger. And while we were looking around the room I'm staying in, my brother found this picture of her -- it's old and faded and it's kinda wrinkled, but it's a nice picture of her sitting on some stairs or something. On the back, though, there's this adorable handwritten poem, and I'm putting it up here so that it doesn't get lost, so that it's somewhere.
We got here (to a town on the outskirts of Chicago) at about 11 last Friday, and we're leaving on a 6 AM flight tomorrow. It's only been a week, but that week's been plenty long for me to realize how much I miss my Dad's side of the family out here. Don't get me wrong -- Mom's side's great and fabulous and a lot of fun, but even though they're close geographically to us, we don't really see them a lot. They never all get together -- there's an aunt I haven't seen since I was too small to remember, and somebody's alway's feuding with someone. Not to feed into a stereotype, but if anyone's ever seen the depictions of Jack's crazy Irish family on 30 Rock -- there's a lot of that shit that they just don't make up. Except that my grammy's awesome and not at all like Jack's mom so there.
Anyway.
Both sides of my family are big. Like, really big. Mom's got two brothers and four sisters. Dad's got four brothers and a sister -- so technically his side of the family's smaller, but I always say there are more of them, because in my head, there are. I think it's because, when my dad's side of the family gets together, there's always one hell of a lot of noise. All of his brothers and sisters are married, and most of them have kids, and some of those kids have kids -- so it's kind of this rowdy noisy gathering of people, and I never really thought to count which ones were actually my uncles and aunts or not.
So if I've ever lied to you and said I had seven or eight uncles, I wasn't lying to you -- I was just talking about them in terms of the amount of noise they make.
It also makes me really sad that most of you won't ever meet these people, because they're all awesome and such fun -- especially my Nonna.
She's this little old Italian lady, and she's gotten littler and older since I saw her last, three years ago. She's somewhere around 86 years old, and shorter than I am. She's got the most adorable accent and way of saying things that I've ever heard, and she's just the best. She's always trying to do things that she shouldn't be -- always wants to help do the dishes no matter how much we tell her we've got them, it's fine. She walks around
Nonna also was really, really pretty when she was younger. And while we were looking around the room I'm staying in, my brother found this picture of her -- it's old and faded and it's kinda wrinkled, but it's a nice picture of her sitting on some stairs or something. On the back, though, there's this adorable handwritten poem, and I'm putting it up here so that it doesn't get lost, so that it's somewhere.
You
I hold most dear the friends I have
found tired and true
But of them all the one most dear
my love, is you
My friends share talk and laughter
for an hour or two
But when my heart seeks comfort
my love
I come to you.
So there's that. And it's in this really tiny handwriting, and the pen's all faded on it, but that's what it says. It's just super adorable because I don't know, you just don't think of your grandparents in this lovey-dovey context but there they are being cute and writing poems and stuff.
Moving on.
We spent Christmas Eve at my uncle's house -- he lives right across from Nonna. All the aunts and uncles were there, a cousin or two -- and the highlight of the night was all of my uncles, and my cousin coming downstairs dressed in sunglasses and santa hats singing and dancing to 'jingle bell rock' and giving out presents. yeah. That's the thing I love about my Midwest relatives. They have fun and they're not ashamed of it and yeah. It rocked, basically. Also my cousin is going to Shanghai for a semester with his college, which is pretty boss -- though I don't envy the length of the plane ride he's going to have to take.
Christmas Day, we went to my cousin Julie's house -- she's not actually my cousin, she's dad's cousin, but she's been cousin Julie to me forever and ever and ever. So she's my cousin. She has two adorable little girls who are about 10-11, and they got their first cellphones for christmas HOMG. Needless to say, these cellphones are leaps and bounds above the rock that I was gifted with as my first communication device. I mean, they're not smartphones or anything, but they're thin and they flip. These two children have gotten ahold of my number, and have been texting me nonstop. BOOYAH. I'm absolutely determined to be the cool cousin to them that their mother was to me.
Sidenote. I am tired because it took me three tries to get the right form of 'their' up there.
Anyway it was awesome and lots of fun and mob stories were told which are great because most of my family's avoided that scene, but by-marriage people and stuff have been involved. Seriously, though. Fun stories, fun people.
We pretty much chilled on Monday and Tuesday, which was swell, because we got to spend time at the house with Nonna which was good. Also on Tuesday I drove my uncle's car to run errands with dad. Yeah. About that. He has some kind of older Ford Taurus and compared to my Accord holy shit. Nothing runs right on that thing, you have to fight it to get it to start, wrestle it to switch gears, shit, even the blinkers are a hassle. But everyone survived so all was well in the end.
Wednesday we had a superfun day -- we went out to the botanical gardens where my aunt works. The gardens themselves are huge, and I'd love to see them in the summertime when everything's in bloom. They had this cute exhibit inside though, it was all kinds of chicago landmarks, buildings, etc, replicated out of natural materials, really realistically. They were fabulous -- not to mention they had it SNOWING INSIDE LIKE REAL SNOW BUT IT MELTED AND WASNT COLD. Not kidding, guys.
But also, we got to see where my aunt works. She's a botanist. But like. A kickass one. Because she's studying invasive plant species nad her lab's wicked legit, trust me guys. Also, one of her mentors is currently trying to derive some kind of fuel from mushrooms and apparently his research is actually making headway which is goddamn cool as far as I am concerned. Also did I mention my aunt is a for real legit scientist that does important stuff? She is a cool cat.
Thursday was another chillin' day, we were supposed to go to the Art Institute of Chicago (museum, not shitty marketed school) but dad wasn't feeling hot, so there was much chilling with Nonna. We also ninjasnuck out to this Italian market that's kindof like a Paces but better and we bought her some kind of cakey-thing that she likes a lot called Panforte -- not to be confused with Panetone or however you spell it. I also went on an Italy nostalgia trip and bought all the things that were imported that made me remember going to italy which was bad but awesome.
Also I've been typing this post (also doing other things) while waiting for it to be 3 AM central time so that we can get ready to go for our flight home. After all, I miss these guys like crazy, but I miss you guys back home too, and I'll be on home turf at 9 AM. See you all soon!
Monday, December 19, 2011
hihihihi
i'm leaving to go to new york in less than half an hour i cant wait i'm so excited also i have been to new york only once in 7th grade we went to the met but now aaaaaaah okay and then i'll see everyone later but aaaaaah and life is doing me a solid right now it really is im so excited.
Friday, December 16, 2011
end of semester summary
here is my end of semester blog post, because guess what -- i'm finally done with absolutely everything.
well.
almost.
there's still a paper for my theater class, but i could pretty write something vaguely coherent, make it four pages long, and be absolutely fine.
finals nearly killed me, though.
first there were the photographs of the boot i made for form study -- as if making the boot wasn't hard enough. had to take three meaningful photographs, and have them be pretty and shit. taking pictures is difficult, especially when you're trying to set them up with a horse that thinks your boot thing is going to kill her. so there was that. got the photos, form study teacher vaguely liked them kind of or something.
drawing -- the teacher was unamused by the fact that i didn't 'follow instructions' by not placing my clothing that i was drawing 'in an environment'. i drew the stuff on a mannequin and it was quite large and in charge. imho. but she basically was mad that i didn't have it coming out of a drawer or something, but couldn't deny that it was a good drawing so ha. so happy to be done with her.
visual language -- my visual language professor makes up for the bullshit of all of my other professors put me through. he actually knew his shit, and was tough about it -- not mean i'mma kill you tough -- but he'd make sure you did the best that you could do on any given assignment, which is awesome. he's also my academic advisor, which means i'll get to talk with him lots and lots over the next years. we had to do a six foot long piece based around a political issue -- i did mine based on the Stop Online Piracy Act, and he loved it a lot, which is great because i nearly poked my eyes out doing it. photoshop does not like six foot long by seventeen inch files, let me tell you. solid 5 minutes to save each time. but it happened! and it got done! and he kept it for a possible exhibition yay. and it only cost me 30 dollars to print YAY.
also quick grade explaining -- everything but academic classes are pass/fail. teachers can give you 'incompletes' which means you have until halfway through the next semester to suck up to them and get them to pass you. pass/fail is the scariest shit either, because some people, like my drawing teacher, don't bother with the 'incomplete' and either pass you or fail you. yay life.
so there's that.
also i was like...able to be social and chill with my would-have-been-rommate for part of the night last thursday. we watched a movie, mostly talked over it, and had a pretty solid time. i was really happy, and it was great to be able to stay around and talk and everything. it's stuff like that that makes me really want to be able to live there next year.
which brings me to my newest goal in life -- being an RA next year. there are pros and cons here and there, but i really want to be more of a part of the life on campus sort of deal. the application process is stressful and competitive -- i was able to talk with the people who hire people about it, and they said they've had people who've never lived on campus be RA's so there's hope and stuff and yeah. so we'll see how that goes. expect updates and stress and stuff in that regard.
and now there's vacation until january eighteenth which is awesome, because i get so many awesome people back in my life.
i'm also going to new york on monday to meet one of these awesome people. i like...booked my own bus ticket and anything. and i know it's probably not as big of a deal as i think that it is, but it was pretty cool to be able to be like...i'm buying a bus ticket, and i'm going. to new york city. and that's that. i dunno, it was just this great moment of autonomy, and when i'm actually going and everything -- aaaaah, i'm so excited.
i don't know how i'm going to make it through twelve hours of bagels this weekend to get to that -- and after coming back, i'm off to chicago to visit relatives, but but but AFTER THAT it's party with everyone time of awesome and win.
guys, i'm super excited and life is great.
breaking news edit -- I PASSED FORM STUDY. also got a b in my art history class. dunno how the math worked out there, but can't complain, that's for damn sure.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
the light at the end of the tunnel
basically
i just have to make it through tonight. if i can get everything i need to get done done, even if that means an all-nighter, i can crash tomorrow night when i get home from school and be almost done. so i have motivation or something and goddamn it i will get shit did. :D
also got a plan for applying to be an RA/CA next year. imma make myself the most appealing muthafucka those people've ever seen. :D
i just have to make it through tonight. if i can get everything i need to get done done, even if that means an all-nighter, i can crash tomorrow night when i get home from school and be almost done. so i have motivation or something and goddamn it i will get shit did. :D
also got a plan for applying to be an RA/CA next year. imma make myself the most appealing muthafucka those people've ever seen. :D
Sunday, November 27, 2011
i would like
to live at school so that i could go back there.
because likeeveryone gets to go back to a dorm room and i'm here all...here and stuff.
or maybe my problem is that my room is such a goddamn disaster that i can't do anything in it.
and that was all well and good in high school, but now, it's kind of a situation.
and the thing is i just haven't had like...a period of 4-5 hours that isn't filled with work, homework, or school, or sleeping (which i like).
we are not counting thanksgiving break as 'time' because i was thoroughly distracted and it was waaay too short of a time.
so i'll clean the shit out of my room over christmas break, seei f that helps my state of...whatever this is. if it doesn't, and even if it does, my ass is getting an RA application as soon as they come out. i just want to see what getting out of the house is like. my parents are good about letting me independent and all of that, don't get me wrong, but i'm still under their roof and i want to get out.
of course the problems with the RA thing are huge.
like the fact that i wouldn't be able to work at brueggs any more = no monies until another job is found.
and working and going to school is already stressing the hell out of me and killing homework time dead.
so if i work, and go do school, and do the RA bit, it's a problem. but maybe eliminating the commute will help sanity. worth a try, and worst that'll happen is they won't want me to be an RA and my ass will be home for another year.
oh also these midterms/finals will kill me.
i am posting my to-do list here because its ridiculousness is admirable and i'm going to sleep soon.
shit chiara has to do in the next...way too soon, in no particular order.
-memorize 100 paintings, along with the artists, and dates (because i thought the test was a week later. yep.)
-finish painting and setting up boot self-portrait-shadow-thing thing.
-take pictures of the damn thing 'in an environment'
-have form study teacher hate it because that's what she does.
-repaint 2 advanced paint-by-numbers and color assignments. the originals took about 3 hours. each.
-do old advanced paint-by-numbers assignment that i never got to
-waste a ton of paint
-write a 3-page paper for my lit class.
- do a set of questions for macbeth. and 3 other plays.
-crazy color theory painting squares thing for drawing class.
-sketches of a bigass drawing final.
-actual bigass drawing final. did i mention i have no space anywhere to draw on paper that is 3 feet long? or to set up the still life for that? yeah.
-visual language final. find articles that are interesting. write something. make 7 foot long banner picture thing in photoshop and pay 30 dollars for printing it. hoorah.
and i think that's all.
maybe i'll cross them off as i do them as a form of victory.
that. YAY MOTIVATION!
because likeeveryone gets to go back to a dorm room and i'm here all...here and stuff.
or maybe my problem is that my room is such a goddamn disaster that i can't do anything in it.
and that was all well and good in high school, but now, it's kind of a situation.
and the thing is i just haven't had like...a period of 4-5 hours that isn't filled with work, homework, or school, or sleeping (which i like).
we are not counting thanksgiving break as 'time' because i was thoroughly distracted and it was waaay too short of a time.
so i'll clean the shit out of my room over christmas break, seei f that helps my state of...whatever this is. if it doesn't, and even if it does, my ass is getting an RA application as soon as they come out. i just want to see what getting out of the house is like. my parents are good about letting me independent and all of that, don't get me wrong, but i'm still under their roof and i want to get out.
of course the problems with the RA thing are huge.
like the fact that i wouldn't be able to work at brueggs any more = no monies until another job is found.
and working and going to school is already stressing the hell out of me and killing homework time dead.
so if i work, and go do school, and do the RA bit, it's a problem. but maybe eliminating the commute will help sanity. worth a try, and worst that'll happen is they won't want me to be an RA and my ass will be home for another year.
oh also these midterms/finals will kill me.
i am posting my to-do list here because its ridiculousness is admirable and i'm going to sleep soon.
shit chiara has to do in the next...way too soon, in no particular order.
-memorize 100 paintings, along with the artists, and dates (because i thought the test was a week later. yep.)
-finish painting and setting up boot self-portrait-shadow-thing thing.
-take pictures of the damn thing 'in an environment'
-have form study teacher hate it because that's what she does.
-repaint 2 advanced paint-by-numbers and color assignments. the originals took about 3 hours. each.
-do old advanced paint-by-numbers assignment that i never got to
-waste a ton of paint
-write a 3-page paper for my lit class.
- do a set of questions for macbeth. and 3 other plays.
-crazy color theory painting squares thing for drawing class.
-sketches of a bigass drawing final.
-actual bigass drawing final. did i mention i have no space anywhere to draw on paper that is 3 feet long? or to set up the still life for that? yeah.
-visual language final. find articles that are interesting. write something. make 7 foot long banner picture thing in photoshop and pay 30 dollars for printing it. hoorah.
and i think that's all.
maybe i'll cross them off as i do them as a form of victory.
that. YAY MOTIVATION!
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Hi Massart.
i love you, a lot.
i'm not sure that you understand that there is supposed to be a difference between 'midterms' and 'finals'.
these two very scary things are supposed to happen like...a month or so apart.
i do not need my midterm assigned for one week.
and my final the next.
this may kill me -- if only by concentrated charcoal/paint/plaster inhalation.
also fuck bagels.
that is all.
i'm not sure that you understand that there is supposed to be a difference between 'midterms' and 'finals'.
these two very scary things are supposed to happen like...a month or so apart.
i do not need my midterm assigned for one week.
and my final the next.
this may kill me -- if only by concentrated charcoal/paint/plaster inhalation.
also fuck bagels.
that is all.
Friday, November 4, 2011
in which there is blabber of all sorts
WHINE WARNING HERE.
another whinepost oh god what's become of me. feel free to skim down to the caps down there. they're beckoning you into sunshiney territory.
but there are eighteen days left
and
this is like
the worst part of the waiting thing.
i've done it once and i think i've figured out the pattern.
days one and two after leaving are the shittiest things on the face of the earth.
the first half of the waiting sucks, but it's fine, because you just kind of let the time pass and ignore it and don't think about it too much.
it's when it hits twenty that things get real, and time moves at the approximate speed of molasses in january.
it's awful cause you can see the days all contained within one month on the calendar -- you can pinch them, even, but that's still three weekends of work, three weeks of homework and stress.
using numbers makes it sound better -- eighteen days sounds better than two weeks and four days, but still. it's still about halfway, but it feels like the downhill slope -- but instead of picking up speed, time just strolls along at whatever pace it feels like.
the worst part is
i get frustrated like crazy
but it has nothing to do with our relationship or anything
because in that regard, things are wonderful. we talk just about every day, and i'm really and truly super happy.
it's got everything to do with the anticipation, excitement, and then letdown of this whole 'seeing each other every two months' thing.
and then i get to thinking about this keeping up over an extended period of time, this like WOAAAH emotional rollercoaster thing
and i know that i need to figure out a way to manage it, or frame it right in my head.
because again: there's absolutely nothing that makes me unhappy about this situation except the distance.
it kinda gives me extended PMS or something.
also i recognize that this whine is probably unjustified and definitely whiny, and not in the fine italian whine way, but it's the rollercoastery bit that's going to start taking a toll on me, and blabbing helps make it clear that it's really just the circumstance -- not the relationship itself -- that i'm getting argh about.
i want to make this work -- and i know that it can and that it's worth it -- the past five months have definitely proved that.
/wordvomit errywhere
IN OTHER NEWS, CHILDREN
midterms/final projects. holy. shit.
also we went to the ICA with my form study class -- woah.
some of the stuff in there is absolutely glorious and beautiful
but some of it
the fuck goes on and why is it in a museum WHY.
i don't understand why somebody bouncing a dirty basketball on a piece of paper is art.
i also don't understand how works of art can be considered such when they can't stand without their title. art is a visual medium, someone's literacy shouldn't determine their ability to understand it -- that's one of my favorite things about art.
two things that were super interesting though
a piece that was an oversized chaise lounge
created out of steel -- the kin with those little raised diamonds in it. except the steel was shaped in such a way that you could really mistake it for some seriously comfy fabric and want to sit on it. that was lovely.
there were also these boxes
and on the outside they looked like they were made out of scraps of concrete/brick, etc.
they were about the same width as a chimney.
but -- when you looked inside, there were four lightbulbs, one on each wall of the box, and mirrors set up in such a way that the lights reflected infinitely downwards, forming what appeared to be this crazy mine-tunnel into another DIMENSION.
that was nifty too.
but next week we are supposed to like...talk about what we saw
and that's funny because i really gave no poops about most of it.
we are also doing a non-literal self portrait sculpture art thing in that class as part of our final. right.
there's nothing i hate more than self portraits, because other people are so mch more interesting than i am.
also college money stuff is stressful.
my visual language teacher is having us do crazy color assignments and my room needs to not be orange for that to happen. or i could just move to another room but eh.
anyway, that's about it for now, i think? :D
i talk too much.
another whinepost oh god what's become of me. feel free to skim down to the caps down there. they're beckoning you into sunshiney territory.
but there are eighteen days left
and
this is like
the worst part of the waiting thing.
i've done it once and i think i've figured out the pattern.
days one and two after leaving are the shittiest things on the face of the earth.
the first half of the waiting sucks, but it's fine, because you just kind of let the time pass and ignore it and don't think about it too much.
it's when it hits twenty that things get real, and time moves at the approximate speed of molasses in january.
it's awful cause you can see the days all contained within one month on the calendar -- you can pinch them, even, but that's still three weekends of work, three weeks of homework and stress.
using numbers makes it sound better -- eighteen days sounds better than two weeks and four days, but still. it's still about halfway, but it feels like the downhill slope -- but instead of picking up speed, time just strolls along at whatever pace it feels like.
the worst part is
i get frustrated like crazy
but it has nothing to do with our relationship or anything
because in that regard, things are wonderful. we talk just about every day, and i'm really and truly super happy.
it's got everything to do with the anticipation, excitement, and then letdown of this whole 'seeing each other every two months' thing.
and then i get to thinking about this keeping up over an extended period of time, this like WOAAAH emotional rollercoaster thing
and i know that i need to figure out a way to manage it, or frame it right in my head.
because again: there's absolutely nothing that makes me unhappy about this situation except the distance.
it kinda gives me extended PMS or something.
also i recognize that this whine is probably unjustified and definitely whiny, and not in the fine italian whine way, but it's the rollercoastery bit that's going to start taking a toll on me, and blabbing helps make it clear that it's really just the circumstance -- not the relationship itself -- that i'm getting argh about.
i want to make this work -- and i know that it can and that it's worth it -- the past five months have definitely proved that.
/wordvomit errywhere
IN OTHER NEWS, CHILDREN
midterms/final projects. holy. shit.
also we went to the ICA with my form study class -- woah.
some of the stuff in there is absolutely glorious and beautiful
but some of it
the fuck goes on and why is it in a museum WHY.
i don't understand why somebody bouncing a dirty basketball on a piece of paper is art.
i also don't understand how works of art can be considered such when they can't stand without their title. art is a visual medium, someone's literacy shouldn't determine their ability to understand it -- that's one of my favorite things about art.
two things that were super interesting though
a piece that was an oversized chaise lounge
created out of steel -- the kin with those little raised diamonds in it. except the steel was shaped in such a way that you could really mistake it for some seriously comfy fabric and want to sit on it. that was lovely.
there were also these boxes
and on the outside they looked like they were made out of scraps of concrete/brick, etc.
they were about the same width as a chimney.
but -- when you looked inside, there were four lightbulbs, one on each wall of the box, and mirrors set up in such a way that the lights reflected infinitely downwards, forming what appeared to be this crazy mine-tunnel into another DIMENSION.
that was nifty too.
but next week we are supposed to like...talk about what we saw
and that's funny because i really gave no poops about most of it.
we are also doing a non-literal self portrait sculpture art thing in that class as part of our final. right.
there's nothing i hate more than self portraits, because other people are so mch more interesting than i am.
also college money stuff is stressful.
my visual language teacher is having us do crazy color assignments and my room needs to not be orange for that to happen. or i could just move to another room but eh.
anyway, that's about it for now, i think? :D
i talk too much.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
things that suck about commuting
whine one
on a usual wednesday, i have three classes - my theater seminar from 9:45 -12:45, art history from 1:30 -3:00, and visual language 3-8. it's a long day, but it usually goes by pretty fast and easily and whatnot. this morning, i got up very much on the wrong side of the bed, i'd sort of slacked on the reading for my seminar, and was seriously contemplating not going to class. but i dragged my sorry ass out of bed, got dressed, missed the bus, but eventually got here -- on time, even! so me and my kajillion pounds of backpack (we had to bring computers to get at the latest book we've been reading) haul it five floors up, only to find a nice little sign on the door saying that class has been cancelled.
i mean, that's all well and good
if you have a place to spend the four hours until your next class -- which i don't, really.
basically
i should have followed my instincts and stayed the heck in bed today, instead of coming all the way out here just to sit around. it's mostly just frustrating because i can't go back home and chill, because it's going to take me a solid hour and a half to get home, and by that time -- totally not worth it. all the people i know are in class right now, leaving me pretty solidly by my lonesome until 1:30, when western art starts.
i wish they had a napping couch. that'd make me super happy, but, alas.
also there are a pair of students speaking chinese/japanese or something like that right across from me, and i'm tired and it sounds like knives.
/end whine
/end whine
Saturday, October 29, 2011
THEY LIVE
this is my first post here. i have no idea what i am doing. but i have an announcement to make.
first, capitals are for losers. and by losers i mean people who care enough to press the shift key. sorry guys. but but but
there are creatures in the massart plaster sink.
we have this little like...walk-in closet sized room in which there is plaster. and plaster. and more plaster. there is a sink in the plaster room. it is a large, basin-like sort of thing, and there's gross water from everybody's plastering stuff in there. but whatever --you figure it drains once in a while and all is good.
wrong.
so.
very.
wrong.
a girl in my class went up to the sink to dump her bucket out, and saw little...somethings floating at the top. nothing big, probably just some crap from who-knows-what. nope. these little whispy somethings moved. moved of their own volition. yeah. nobody believed her, of course, until we all saw them twitching around in there and being creepy.
an insectophile in my class (also female. this is art school - assume female until told otherwise) informed us that they were probably mosquito hatchlings or someshit.
right. about that.
THERE ARE FUCKING MOSQUITO BABIES IN A SINK AT MY SCHOOL AND NOBODY SEEMS TO WANT TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
that is all.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/eva8/689374854/
that's what they look like, by the way. yeah.
first, capitals are for losers. and by losers i mean people who care enough to press the shift key. sorry guys. but but but
there are creatures in the massart plaster sink.
we have this little like...walk-in closet sized room in which there is plaster. and plaster. and more plaster. there is a sink in the plaster room. it is a large, basin-like sort of thing, and there's gross water from everybody's plastering stuff in there. but whatever --you figure it drains once in a while and all is good.
wrong.
so.
very.
wrong.
a girl in my class went up to the sink to dump her bucket out, and saw little...somethings floating at the top. nothing big, probably just some crap from who-knows-what. nope. these little whispy somethings moved. moved of their own volition. yeah. nobody believed her, of course, until we all saw them twitching around in there and being creepy.
an insectophile in my class (also female. this is art school - assume female until told otherwise) informed us that they were probably mosquito hatchlings or someshit.
right. about that.
THERE ARE FUCKING MOSQUITO BABIES IN A SINK AT MY SCHOOL AND NOBODY SEEMS TO WANT TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
that is all.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/eva8/689374854/
that's what they look like, by the way. yeah.
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