Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Drive-By Press
Today Drive-By Press lectured in my printmaking class. Beyond epic. Wanted to go home and start working almost instantaneously. Realized how much the printmaking world is a social, communal kind of thing. Freaked me out because I'm usually the loner working neurotically by myself in my room at the last minute.
I want to do this. I'm gonna do this. Clean my shit up, have a working space, and get to it. Work hard, be kind, be genuine.
Also meet a nice, handsome, creative midwestern man with a wicked sense of humor and a mustache.
Also, be metal. Like Dennis McNett. Inspirationally-intimidatingly-badass work.
Also, do my global studies homework. I guess. Meh.
I want to do this. I'm gonna do this. Clean my shit up, have a working space, and get to it. Work hard, be kind, be genuine.
Also meet a nice, handsome, creative midwestern man with a wicked sense of humor and a mustache.
Also, be metal. Like Dennis McNett. Inspirationally-intimidatingly-badass work.
Also, do my global studies homework. I guess. Meh.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Woke up this morning with an incredible feeling of sickness. Felt like I was drowning in my own spit, gross, I know. On top of that I had heartburn like a motha' and couldn't believe how much I'd kill for some pepto bismol. What a stupid name. Then I got to thinking about all of the medicines I don't have that my mom definitely would have. How does she always have everything? It must be a mom thing. Then I thought I should call my mom to see how she's doing. I haven't. I will.
Back to original topic. Eyes were/are swollen. Skin's greasy as fuck. Everyone else is asleep, and I would love to be. So what the fuck is my problem?
You are hungover, Jessica. And way to jump the fuck around with narrative perspective.
Tequila's a brutal thing. Totally fucks up my ability to dominate in Mario Party. Still think I was dealt a shitty/rigged controller.
Whatever. I always end up walking like, 10 miles without even knowing it when I'm in Isla Vista. The world is a blur at night, and all the half-naked girls in heels and drunken dub-step loving neanderthals come out to play. Guilty pleasure: I like dub-step. Maybe I'm too harsh. But when it's fucking anything below 60 degrees outside, I'm going to need a sweater. Whiskey-induced-warmth or not. Fuck I need some cough syrup.
Anyways, add to my hangover the feeling of running a marathon. All exercise benefits from stumbling around for a couple hours are cancelled out by the spicy spinach pizza, Morningstar buffalo wings and Pringles that I engorged myself upon before sleeping. No wonder I have indigestion.
Last night was fun. A total blur. I'll miss John and Becky when they're back in SF. As for right now, I just want to sleep.
Cool picture of the Rockefeller Center on December 5, 1933? Why, yes. Yes it is.
Back to original topic. Eyes were/are swollen. Skin's greasy as fuck. Everyone else is asleep, and I would love to be. So what the fuck is my problem?
You are hungover, Jessica. And way to jump the fuck around with narrative perspective.
Tequila's a brutal thing. Totally fucks up my ability to dominate in Mario Party. Still think I was dealt a shitty/rigged controller.
Whatever. I always end up walking like, 10 miles without even knowing it when I'm in Isla Vista. The world is a blur at night, and all the half-naked girls in heels and drunken dub-step loving neanderthals come out to play. Guilty pleasure: I like dub-step. Maybe I'm too harsh. But when it's fucking anything below 60 degrees outside, I'm going to need a sweater. Whiskey-induced-warmth or not. Fuck I need some cough syrup.
Anyways, add to my hangover the feeling of running a marathon. All exercise benefits from stumbling around for a couple hours are cancelled out by the spicy spinach pizza, Morningstar buffalo wings and Pringles that I engorged myself upon before sleeping. No wonder I have indigestion.
Last night was fun. A total blur. I'll miss John and Becky when they're back in SF. As for right now, I just want to sleep.
Cool picture of the Rockefeller Center on December 5, 1933? Why, yes. Yes it is.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Chopin.
Reminds me of sitting in the backseat of my dad's Lexus as a child. He treasured that car. Kept it immaculate. Always smelled like new, clean leather.
Chopin will always remind me of Burlingame and autumn in Northern California. I feel safe when I hear this song, and when I close my eyes I'm lost in memory.
Chopin will always remind me of Burlingame and autumn in Northern California. I feel safe when I hear this song, and when I close my eyes I'm lost in memory.
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