So Today I Got an Interview!
and everyone was excited. Only now I have to charm people and wear appropriate yet artsy clothes and I’m probably over thinking this BUT it’s tomorrow at 3:30 NO BIG DEAL RIGHT OH GOD I DON’T EVEN HAVE ANY UNDERWEAR okay so first laundry then the rest of the world
Mood Boards are about the only thing where I agonize over the typeface and layout until my head hurts which isn’t even practical, I should be worried about the presentation at the end more, but no, mood boards are where it’s at God I have the dumbest problems.
Anthropologie you are drunk I am not paying 300$ for you to pre-distress overalls for me are you even serious they are OVERALLS WORK CLOTHES, ANTHROPOLOGIE. Go to your room. I have nothing more to add.
so far my childrens stool is not finished and looks like a depressed umbrella we’ll see how this goes in the morning, I’m very very tired and can’t keep my eyes open much longer, let alone avoid stabbing myself with a pointed object if I try to keep working man how the fuck did I do it in fundamentals, accomplishing so little while staying up so late?
My cool toronto cousins created a new human today!
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles...– Robert Frost I know he’s kindof the everyman’s poet but sometimes he hits the nail on the head so hard it’s still vibrating in the deep squishy bits of me
Me: Go to sleep you twit, it's not like tomorrow is christmas
Me: Jesus christ he was only gone for like five days
Me: SHUT UP OKAY I AM REALLY AWAKE
Me: NOT EXCITED
Me: IT'S TOTALLY STRESS
Me: Right, of course. You're super stressed. That's why you've got butterflies.
Me: But he left and he's coming back
Me: It was FIVE DAYS. THAT IS IT. NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.
Me: GO SLEEP NOW
since1938: the bible has the worst fandom ever they can’t really help it a lot of established canon from season one was totally ignored in season two
I guarantee you if we don’t talk in real life I won’t engage on facebook. Actually it’s the quickest way to get me off the internet so I guess that’s something but seriously people. If you’re the sort of person who forgets I exist unless facebook tells you, we probably aren’t friends. and your birthday wishes aren’t sincere, let’s not lie to each...
Once again we discover why I miss the morning ID class to death: Ray just straight up told me to start over. I have thought every fucking piece of this project through but no. It’s not good enough. I’m pretty sure Kenny would have at least tried to help.
Cover Letters: a Cageian Symphony
sounds of screaming come from a small black box onstage this continues for an hour followed by broken sobbing for 20 minutes black box opens revealing a prostrate figure composition ends
I think what it really comes down to is
when I’m sitting and painting I’m going, FUCK YEAH PAINTING and when I’m in printmaking it’s FUCK YEAH PRINTMAKING but when I’m in ID it’s man this is really hard I don’t like all this extra stuff can I just be building shit now probably it’s mostly due to the projects we’re working on but still? Anyways I’m really glad I’m...
Resumes: A Musical in One Act
enter stage left Miranda: FUUUCK! fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. whyyyyyyy. what do I saaaaaaay. screw this, it’s internet time. exit stage right typing sounds from offstage to be continued in Cover Letters: a Symphony
Can we just discuss how many fucks I give for this class answer: 0 that’s about it really carry on
Today I had a small epiphany. It was the sneaky kind of epiphany. (this is good because the other kind is really unsettling and also seems like a cop-out in writing.) I said something very profound and covered it up with something silly as usual and then proceeded to have a cheerful afternoon. It was an epiphany about just how happy I am running around on my little slice of life. Some people...