loooong rambling. and totally NON ART related.

finally went to the shop and got a much needed tune up on my poor abused car.
i had to wait at mcdonalds for 3 hours.
i brought my computer and wacom and did some homework for style.
man...the people there...ugh...
well...in general people are way stupider than i ever thought.
anyway...
i got this little gizmo on my way home.


x-acto verticle electronic pencil sharpener.

if you dont have one..GET ONE..
how did i EVER live without this thing???
i feel like ive been breaking pencils on purpose just to hear that familiar whirl.
panasonic can kiss my ass.
ive cleared a permanent spot for this bad boy on my table.

yes so scholarship week is finally over.
gone. finished. dead. tupac.
i was up for a few days trying to pull my typical last minute bullshit.
yea yea yea i get it.
do it sooner.
whatever.
when im in that frantic mode the LAST FUCKING thing i wanna hear is "why'd you wait til the last minute?"
uhhh.
cuz im a glutton for agonizing sleep deprived crusty eyelids.
im not blaming anyone.
its my own fault.
i already know that.
i dont need to hear it from anyone else.


soo..
halloween was a total waste for me.
after this disgusting week my internal clock had an unrecoverable aneurism and decided to sleep thru the rest of the fucking week!
i was up sunday..monday..tuesday..until wednesday around 1pm.
i missed my morning class but i thought..ill just rest my eyes a little til my afternoon class.
i didnt wake up til like 2am.
i was so confused.
i missed thursday because..well quite frankly i didnt feel proud of my homework for that class and i respect my teacher too much to bring him half assed work.
even if it means skipping a day.
so i stayed home and worked.
but thursday night was clouded with my own bullshit relationship problems and i couldnt fucking sleep til 5.
but i was SO prepared to goto my friday class.
the class is 130-530 and i woke up at 3.
aghaoerghao;erhago;erhtog;eritareta!!!!
needless to say i done FUCKED up week 8.
royally.

AND

i got a new alarm clock.
that old piece of shit was NOT doing its job.
it was like the equivalent of middle school mornings when my mom would peep in and go "pssst. are u awake?" hmm-mmm.
and thats it.


weekend flew by.
lots of staying home.
i made pancakes.
they were yummy.
no halloween for me.
although after seeing all the post party pictures on facebook i dont think i missed much.
lots of hoes in hoe gear.
course im one to talk considering my costume made me look like a big shiny disco ball.
i thought it looked stripper inspired.
but my mom loved it.
i guess ill take that as a bad call on taste but a good call on level of whore.
i had to match him =)
it was a mardi gras party so we did a roarin 20s theme.
mobster + flapper
he wore a [niiiiice] pinstripe suit with a fedora.
he looked so stylin!
it was his own tailored suit so it didnt even look like a costume.
it just looked like what he happened to be wearing that day.
anyway it was a fun night.
he can dance!
who knew!
ha =)

so its week 9 and i have to play ketchup on all the classes i skipped last week.
ugh.
i hate it i hate it!

more all nighters.
lucky i have ray lamontagne and jakob dylan to keep me company alllll night =)

pancake.

mee meee meeeee.

havent touched my acrylics in over 6 months.
it shows. =/.

it figures..

lag

well i guess i neglected this thing long enough.
so to catch up to speed...

term 4 ended.
break started.
break ended.
and term 5 started today.

my schedule:

monday: off
tuesday: 8-1 creative perspective
wednesday: 9-1 image and idea [im pretty sure its 8-1 but it says 9 on my schedule so im showing up at 9.] 2-7 style
thursday: 8-1 color theory for entertainment
friday: 130-530 language of the moving image
saturday: class at LAAFA

oh and for the rest of the month ill be painting kiddies faces at south coast plaza on weekends.

break went by fast as usual.
nothing big was going on.
went to two dodger games.
going to my last one of the season on the 20th.
i heart manny ramirez! go 99!

i need to goto bed -_-.
i shouldnt have taken that nap when i got home from class. siiigh.
my hairs still wet =/
man...i wanna cut it.
i should cut it.
but im way too attached to it.

more updates with pictures soon..


blah.

buble is the man.

everything - michael buble


youre a fallen star
youre the getaway car
youre the line in the sand when i go too far
youre the swimming pool on an august day
and youre the perfect thing to say
and you play your card
but its kinda cute
oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do
baby dont pretend that you dont know its true
cause you can see it when i look at you

and in this crazy life
and through these crazy times its you its you
you made me sing
youre every line
youre every word
youre everything

youre a carousel
youre a wishing well
and you light me up when you ring my bell
youre a mystery
youre from outer space
youre every minute for every day
and i cant believe that im your man
and i get to kiss you baby just because i can
whatever comes our way oh we'll see it through
and you know thats what our love can do






on repeat non stop.
for no good reason other than its an amazing song.
and maybe im a glutton for my own wicked lonliness.
sigh.
im no ones swimming pool =/.



[ cept maybe Ks =D thanks for listening to all my woes and boozing with me. yay for girls night. ]

drama queen.

mauricio sorta called me that today because i flipped out when i found out art of research is no longer required to graduate.
i then proceeded to tell some friends and i guess ruin their day as well -_-.
haha sorry!
well i am NOT being over dramatic.
and alex knows exactly what im talking about so ill leave it at that.
believe me i know when im hamming shit up and being overly dramatic.
i dont do it for attention.
i do it because if i dont it'll eat me up inside out.
and also sometimes i admit i cant deal with my emotions very well so in turn i tend to over react to avoid further analyzing.
it works really well in fact.
if im depressed and dont really know why its so much easier to get really angry at something that pisses me off than to deal with why im so fucking depressed.
its just easier to deal with black and white emotions right?
happy. angry. hungry.
much easier to cope with than 'sad'
i dont care if it IS a defense mechanism.
ill admit to it.
so call me drama queen or attention whore or whatever fucked up thing you want.
i dont need to justify myself to anyone.

[ and im not mad at mauricio haha ]


my final layout for sketching.
project was to take a common household item and turn it into some sorta building.
whatever.
you can figure it out.


2 hr drapery study assignment i just finished an hour ago.
cept my 2 hrs was compacted conveniently into 30 minutes.
i left my artbin in my locker so i was frantically searching for a pencil at home.
i cant believe i have NO charcoal or conte pencils of any kind at home.
i found the 2 inch stub of an old polychromo in the bottom of my drawer and just had to deal with it.
and the white was a prisma verithin i never used.


i havent done a head in a LONG while so i thought i would go to workshop on saturday morning.
for some reason i thought there was a painting one in the morning.
yea there wasnt -_-.
but i did do a 40 minute of louise.
i definitely will be back this week.
i need SO much practice.


40 min from mondays class.




i thought id put up pix of my bday presents =D
just cuz im a big show off with no shame.

oswald shirt.
oh its so perfect.
so me.
if you've never seen an oswald cartoon you muuuust.
they are hilarious.


mickey throw.
perfect for the hot weather.
and i love it because its classic mickey =)

and my favorite one.
light up musical snowglobe.
it plays the ballroom song! =)

yea ok i KNOW im a nerd.
OBVIOUSLY i dont care!
how effin EASY am i to shop for?
if ever a doubt..as long as its got a mickey on it ill love it.
thanks daddy =)




ive been trying to deck out my turtle tank but the little shit has grown twice his size in the last two months and now i have to get a bigger tank -_-.
arg.

meet Tar Tar.
my only friend.
the only one that listens to my bullshit at the end of the day.



he waits for me to come home and then proceeds to follow me around the room in his tank and beg me for food.
he eats shrimp from my hand.
and he makes weird bubbly water drip noises.
sounds like 'doink'.
that shit freaked me out the first time i heard it.
my turtle talks =D




oh ok heres a pickle.
ever since our cafeteria went 'green'
shit costs more.
and it takes me like an hour to throw something away because i have to 'organize' my garbage into the correct trash reciprocals.
and the spoons melt in my soup.
and the knives wont cut.
they just bend awkwardly into my chicken.
jeez.
and water costs 50 cents.
lols.
just an fyi.
its been done before.
the school went green a while back and then people complained about all of thee above and we went right back to wastin and pollutin.
i wonder how long this shit will run this time.


snooze time.
12 hr day. -_-

girl scars.

[ this ones gonna be long and text heavy and also have nothing whatsoever to do with art ]

im so good at wasting time it's ridiculous.

i would so take home the gold in the procrastination event this year in beijing.

i mean, everyone does it right?

but that shit might as well be on my resume.

"uh yea i double majored in procrastination and bullshitin"

its like 4 am and ive been stuck on my research project for like the last 3 hours.

bah.

i had a nice chat with alex (c.) today during lunch.

we conversed on the usual topics like classes and other students.

anyways.

we also talked about his (insanely short) list of girl history.

and it only confirmed what ive always known to be true.

a bad experience early on will ruin a good man.

one bad relationship with a girl whos fucked in the head has the potential to permanently scar a man for the rest of his social life.

god damnit..

dont i know this all too well?

without being a cyber blabbermouth..basically he got out of a bad relationship with a mean, controlling, dramatic and sadly, TYPICAL, girl..

now he tells me hed rather stay single and that relationships are a hassle he doesnt need.

and this is coming from a guy whos voice has never raised above room level and doesn't have a single frown muscle in his face.

i cant imagine how someone that positive can have such a hidden negativity in their lives.

well..

i guess i can.

all it takes is one whore bag to ruin a good man.

put into the equation someone who believes in love and commitment and throw in the slut variable and youve got grounds for serious lifetime tragedy.

im familiar with this scenario and all i can say is 'im' not 'her'

not all women are the same.

dont project that kind of insecure negativity blindly.

i get it.

you've got trust issues.

well FUCK who doesnt?

you cant meet a decent person today who hasnt been mind fucked in the past.

but what im so worried about is the X in the equation.

the NEW person.

the one who has no idea of this dark spot in your history.

the one who likes you for who you are NOW.

regardless of irrelevant past mumble jumble.

what are you gonna do?

push them away by assuming they are JUST like everyone else?

sure.

but damn.

you could sure miss out on something amazing.

how many times are you going to make that past 'mistake'?

just once is enough for me.

is being angry and paranoid and building that stone wall around yourself worth losing the chance to be happy?

yea sure there are no promises and no guarantees.

life, unlike photoshop, has no history and no undo.

we can only try and not make the same mistakes again.

isnt that the way to do anything?

learning isnt really additive.

all youre doing is making less mistakes.

anyways.

im just saying.

i hate that because of mr./mrs. Right Now 4,5,10 years ago, someones going to miss out on mr./mrs. RIGHT.

so... i guess...

dont be blind to whats in front of you.

let history be what it is.

ancient fucking history.

if you live everyday expecting everyone to let you down..youre never going to be happy.

and more importantly youre never going to let ANYONE in.

ok so just to be extra crystal clear...

im not talking directly about anyone specifically.

and im definitely not referring to myself.

so stop the over-analyzing.

its not gonna work.

im a closed book =)

i just wanted to vent about this for a moment i guess.

and also to delay any real work on this damn research project.

that blinking cursor is like a slap in the face.

sigh.

my depression isnt really being helped by these sad ass songs ive had on repeat on my itunes.

right now this is ringing in my ear non stop..

oh danny boy the pipes the pipes are calling

from glen to glen, and down the mountain side

the summer's gone, and all the roses dying

tis you, tis you must go and i must bide

but come ye back when summer's in the meadow

or when the valleys hushed and white with snow

and ill be here in sunshine or in shadow

oh danny boy oh danny boy i love you so

but if he come, when all the roses are dying

and i am dead, as dead i well may be

he'll come and find the place where i am lying

and kneel and say an 'ave' there for me

and i shall feel, tho soft you tread above me

and then my grave will richer, sweeter be

for you will bend and tell me that you love me

and i shall rest in peace until you come to me...

jeezus that song makes me want to curl up and bawl.

plus it is about someone walking on someone elses grave so...yea..haha.

im not in a very uplifting place right now.

on a brighter less suicidal note...

im finally doll-ing up my apartment and i must admit it's looking miiiighty fine.

i set up my shelves and organized my closet and built some ikea furniture.

i still have to drive my tv down from irvine this weekend and lug that 50 pound thing from my car.

im hoping by break time ill actually be able to have other humans over.

only my parents have seen it and they came over when it was thrashed from finals last term.

damnit i feel like every spare moment i have is spent cleaning this shit.

im one person. how the hell am i this messy?

damn.

i type the way i talk.

fast, repetitive, and all over the dame place without ever coming to a conclusion.

fuck i hate art of research.

-_-.