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[12:13am, February 8th] |
i want to watch the endurance: shackleton's legendary antarctic expedition
again
i remember seeing it in like elementry school when we went to the maritime aquarium in an imax theater. imax documentaries are intense, especially if you're way up high, as i recall, and they're showing footage from a helicopter or something over like mountains and shit. if you haven't experienced this, i recommend it.
antarctic exploration is badass
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[1:06am, February 7th] |
The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus looks like a good movie
trailer here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFxqw0jbC2Y
this is not so much an entry as it is a note to self to watch it.
IN OTHER NEWS
schoolwork consumes my life. well, most of it.
friday, we went on a ~4 hour endeavor to olive garden. it began at 12:30, with matthew texted me and meg asking if we wanted to go to mellow mushroom.
i hadn't gotten breakfast even, and meg wasn't even awake, but then after she got up we decided yeah surreee.
then we had to go to renato's room to make sure he was up and getting ready, and had to wait for him to get dressed and whatnot, and he started talking about going to zunzi's which didn't sound too thrilling to me personally, and then we finally got up to matt's room and he had to get changed as well and matt was like "so, we're going to red lobster now" and i was personally in the mood for italian food and said we should go to the olive garden and get endless breadsticks, because i hate fish and shellfish and the smell makes me nauseous, but anyways, nick was like yeah i could go for that. we spent a little while talking about where to go, and eventually made our way out of matt's room and into the hallway.
then the question: should we walk or drive?
mellow mushroom / zunzi's are within walking distance, but it looked rainy out so because i am smart i said "it looks like it's about to rain, so lets drive whereever we go even if its close so we don't get caught in it"
and everyone agreed because i am beautiful and a genius
so we finally all got into matt's car, and he started driving and then was like "so... where am i going?" and we went back to debating where to go, and he was headed in the mall-ish direction anyways so we settled on my brilliant idea of the olive garden, because i am beautiful and a genius.
it kind of took a while to actually get to O.G. because matt hit every freaking stop light in existence, and took us into some weird residential part on the outskirts of savannah that didn't seem like olive garden would be, but anyways we got there and it was super crowded, especially for 2:30 in the afternoon on a friday.
THEN there was about a 20 minute wait at O.G. and we talked about people who bring their babies to restaurants with them, and how the old people kept glaring at us, and it probably didn't help that matt's shirt said "i pee in pools" and renatos had a rooster on it and said something along the lines of "phillipine fighting cock"
then we got a big ol round table because we are knights of it, and got impatient about our endless breadsticks and debated snatching them off a baby who had been brought at a table near us.
finally our endless breadsticks came and also salad, and i got some ravioli stuff, but not the regular kind, and it was pretty good.
and renato told the waitress beforehand that it was matt's birthday (it wasn't matt's birthday), so they brought out a cake at the end and sang some italian birthday song, and we all had cake, and so much food made me feel UGHHhhHh but soo good because school food sucks ass, let me tell you.
when we got back it was about 4:45 pm.
the end.
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[4:19pm, January 25th] |
Skipping class feels good man.
I have been working basically every single day until midnight or later
and then when I go to sleep It takes 2 hours because of my roommate on webcam and a;sdkgawp98efwa0734
So I woke up today took a shower, checked my school email, saw the drawing assignment was due next monday, and not this thursday, said aw fuck it and went back to sleep until 1.
Thing is, then my roommate decided she was going to skip class too because of something along the lines of "I wanted to do something on my project without the teacher checking up on me" or some shit. And then she hasn't even worked on her assignment yet today. Instead, all she has done is gotten her shiny brand new iphone because her 1st gen iphone dropped and the screen shattered. And then she says, "It's a bit disappointing though, I liked my 1st gen iphone because I always used to say to people I have the first gen Macbook AND first gen iphone!"
fuck you and your mac shit. get your stupid ass to class and let me be alone and sleep because I couldn't do so last night when you had your macbook on all night on webcam with your boyfriend.
Also, I look like a boy today because my hair always gets really messy if I go back to sleep after I shower, and I have no clean clothes so I am wearing a boys shirt which I generally don't wear.
I get so pissed way too easily lately. But I never say anything about it to anyone.
The prospect of just going home is becoming more and more appealing each day. I really just. hate. everything.
here's a cool gif to make up for a bawwwww entry
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[10:25pm, January 20th] |
I have a stranger-crush on the boy who has the bright green hat. He's so gosh darned cute.
I HOLD OUT HOPE THAT ONE DAY, HE GAZES ACROSS THE CAFETERIA AND OUR EYES MEET AND HES LIKE AWWW DAMN I WANT A PIECE OF THAT.
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[3:25pm, January 20th] |
SO last night around 12:45 Meg & I were trying to go to sleep, but we keep hearing this tapping and were like the fuck is that
then Noah texts me saying "that you tapping?" (he lives downstairs, not directly below us but like one or two rooms over)
so we go out to investigate, and around the corner of the hallway is Patrick sitting on the ground with a hammer and a bunch of rice and we ask him what he's doing and hes like "oh, i'm grinding up rice. is it bothering you?"
WHO GRINDS RICE WITH A HAMMER AT 12:45 AM???
(I'll give you a hint. Patrick does.)
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[1:13pm, January 18th] |
I think that I subconsciously kind of maybe am starting to really not like one of my roommates. She stays up super late all the time on webcam with her boyfriend, and she kinda keeps quiet but the little ticking of keys and occasionally I hear him play guitar or talk to her, and also the glow from her laptop annoys the hell out of me and makes it nearly impossible to get to sleep. She frequently even falls asleep with her laptop on on webcam. THEY FREAKING FALL ASLEEP TOGETHER CAMMING. AND WAKE UP TOGETHER CAMMING. I secretly cannot wait until they get to the point in their relationship when they something terrible happens, and they hit some rough times or break up or something, lol.
But anyways, I was so tired last night because I spent a combined 11 hours finishing a still life this weekend (this is something else that annoys the hell out of me, I seem to be the only one who puts a considerable amount of time in my homework, and most of the time she leaves stuff till last minute and starts freaking out I DONT KNOW IF IM DOING THIS RIGHT IM SO SCREWED I CANT FINISH THIS - well in the amount of time you spent complaining I'm sure you could have gotten it done and you'd get good grades. Which is another thing I am secretly happy about, I heard her on the phone talking to her friend and she got upset about her friend 'bragging' about his 4.0, which means she doesn't have a 4.0, which I do have, so in this aspect I am BETTER THAN HER.) and I just wanted to sleep, but I couldn't, and I kept tossing around trying to pull my blankets or pillow over my head to make it dark but then I'd get even more frustrated because then the air gets too hot and I feel like I'm suffocating and it's just all really awful, and I started getting really upset. I think after about 2 or 2 and a half hours I finally actually fell asleep.
I seriously was considering going into the freaking bathroom to sleep, though.
In retrospect, this would have been a terrible idea, because the other roommate came back around 4 am and decided that was a cool time to take a shower. Another wtf that woke me up and kept me up for a good while.
Also, I have been doing a lot of stuff by myself lately. I went over to Broughton yesterday to turn in my application for Starbucks, and I got a red velvet cupcake and an iced caramel frappuccino with whipped cream, and I almost completely forgot why I went there in the first place but then was like O WAIT CAN I HAND THIS IN but the girl at the cashier just gave me a business card for the manager and started talking about how she COULD take it and put it on his desk but it would be better to call and then give it to him personally and blah blah blah and I kind of tuned her out and just was like uhuh yea and nodded my head and started walking away while she was still talking.
Also, pretty much all the time I have been eating meals by myself. I think I am okay with doing shit by myself though, because I hate planning around other people. I would rather not wait another hour and a half for the roommate (the one I am subconsciously hating, but originally we are friends) to wake her ass up and shower and etc etc. I would rather not wait around for people to wake their asses up from naps or whatever the hell and get around to making plans and meet here and blah blah.
Sometimes I wonder if I should be concerned about this but at the same time I don't really care. I'm fine with it. People just drive me crazy.
Also, I realize I digress the hell out of my entries. Probably 50%, if not more, of this entry is deviating from the ultimate point.
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[11:09pm, January 13th] |
drawing 2 really makes me crazy, it ruins my whole day. i try so hard to stay positive but bawww i just look around and everyone is so far ahead and looking awesome and i'm just like fffffffuuuu- and half ass to try and catch up because i work at a slow pace, which generally pays off, but it sucks i'm so pressed for time. sigh. it makes me so anxious and ugh.
and then there was nothing good to eat for lunch, OR dinner, both of which i ate by myself.
also I am completely obsessed with this song for the time being. i wrote "Here, here, and here." on my wrist in one of my micropens in *~*~times new roman~*~*, it looks pretty cool, would be a badass tatto imo. matt thought i stenciled it but hell naw i freehand that shit. this all started when i had to write some evaluation essay the first day of composition and we had to like explain some quote from some guy that was like 'fine art is when the head, the heart, and the hand come together" or something, and i referenced that mozart "here, here, and here" mind/heart/ear because when i interviewed meg and dia thats where they said their album name came from, except i wasn't sure if i remembered it right, but then i went on their site and found out here here and here is also a song (herpderp) on their album and now i listen to it 1000 times a day and meg laughs at me whenever i start to play it again.
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[8:29pm, January 9th] |
I really wanted to go to the mall today, but the bus ride kinda takes a while since it goes to all the other residence halls too, so I asked Meg if she thought Matt might want to come aka drive us in his car. She said maybe and then we spend the next several hours trying to get a hold of Matt. But he never freaking picks up the phone. Then it's like 6, and we're hungry and the cafeteria closes at 7, so we went to eat food, and now it's too late to go to the mall and ;alskdfjwape8ur098734234 sigh.
This is why I do things by myself.
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[2:14pm, January 8th] |
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Week 1 of school: complete.
Classes are alright, I guess. I know absolutely nobody in any of my classes, though. Hopefully that means I make new friends? Drawing II seems like it's just going to be like Drawing I, but more advanced (duh), so that probably means I won't like it. The teacher seems fine, I just freaking hate drawing still lifes, and that's all we do. Do I even need drawing II for my possible majors? I don't even know. Color theory seems like it should be pretty easy, and I went to the non-mandatory but 10 points extra credit field trip to the Jepson center museum this morning so at least I have a little extra cred so far in case for some reason I suck. Which is unlikely. Except, I bought the paint set that she recommended if we didn't have any, and then she was essentially like you're going to want to buy a new red, and a new yellow. And maybe a new blue. And you won't be able to use the green in your set cause I want you to mix your own. OK THANKS LADY THAT LEAVES ME WITH BLACK AND WHITE.
Comp seems like it's going to be freaking awesome though. All we do basically is watch movies and write 1 page responses, fuck yeah! Plus the teacher seems like a cool guy.
I applied at Panera the other day, except didn't tell anybody because Meg is applying there too but didn't turn the application in yet, and she says she really wants to work there, so I would feel like a dick if I sniped the job from her LOL but oh well I don't really care. Also grabbed an app to Starbucks. Maybe I'll pick up a few more applications to some other places, but I didn't want to go up and down Broughton all by myself, and I had to read some Tao things for comp, and the bus was coming in 5 minutes so o well.
It feels weird being back. I don't really know if I like it. Sigh I am never content.
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[11:03am, January 3rd] |
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Back at school. I am missing a CT lolita meet up today. I want to be a cheeseburger next halloween.
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[8:35pm, December 30th] |
I don't generally make New Years Resolutions, but hell, why not. There's some shit I'd like to get did.
My New Years Resolutions
- or otherwise, things to do this year -
1. Build on my lolita wardrobe. Such as
- Melty Chocolate~~~~~ so far out of reach.
- Shoes / boots
- Parasol
- Wigs, if you're going to continue with the little-boy-short-hair
2. Keep up grood gradez at school
3. If I'm gonna stay at SCAD, find apartment for next year.
4. Get a jobbbbb so I can do 1/2 the things here.
5. Start wearing more than just jeans & tshirt on average days. Ugghhhh.
6. Decide what you want to do at school, be it fashion, photography, furniture design, or something else
7. Stay organizedddddd.
8. Start and follow through with a project. Webcomic, blog, crazy entrepeneur idea, or whatever.
9. Don't be a fucking weirdo. Make friends.
10. Find/Get/Stay Motivated and DO THIS SHIT.
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[1:07pm, December 29th] |
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I don't really like music anymore.
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[12:11pm, December 26th] |
I had a really peculiar dream last night,
started off at my old house and for some reason there was a bunch of people who all wanted to take a shower, so everyone went into the bathroom and realized oh there's only one shower, so then just proceeded up to the attic (at my old house the door that had the stairway to the attic was located in the bathroom) and sat around in all the gross dusty clutter. I saw these couches so was like O I'll push them over here so people can sit down while we wait but as I walked over the attic just kept on freaking going and it got really nice and big and open until I came to this room inside of it that had all these awesome Victorian style antiques and illustrations and paintings and plates and shit, and it was beautiful and I think I started crying because I was so happy LOL. Then I went around the corner and found this hidden bathroom and at first I was like AHAH MY MOM HAS BEEN HIDING THIS ALL ALONG and then I realized it was even MORE than a bathroom and it was like this big spa area with people working there, except the fucking lady wouldn't let me get a free spa thing because I wasn't my mom and I'm like COME ONNN I'M HER DAUGHTER and she's like sorry but I can give you a discount so I'm all augh fine. Then at some point I summoned everyone else in the attic over so they could shower and whatever, and then the attic sort of started being like this shopping center, which had all this shit I went crazy for. Then I was walking around with this guy Dalton (one of my IRL dorm neighbors) and he picked up this ring on the ground and I was like be careful don't put it on but he did and it was cursed so he started acting weird and I'm like YOU PUT IT ON DIDNT YOU and he's like no but he did so I took it off and then all this weird shit started happening like the walls started moving around so I was like aw shet lets get out of here. Then I was outside by myself in this city and had to get a bus somewhere and I was with this kid Karl (who IRL went to my highschool and graduated a year before me although I have absolutely ZERO recollection of him being there at all and only know him because my friend Dee is friends with him or something and he added me on facebook and I was like wtf whos this well ok he went to my school apparently) and we couldn't find the right bus stop, and then we finally found it but this old lady we had to make sure got on the bus ran off and I tried to run after her but she was really fast for some reason despite being old and the bus was coming and I kept shouting at her and then Karl's like "Forget it she'll find her way" so then we went to this building that had like a shop in the basement but we went in an allyway between the buildings and went under the crawl space, and we had to figure out this puzzle to move the bricks to make a tunnel to get into the building but this cat (or dog, I forget) was there and saw us and we had to run away or it would tell someone, and then we went back to this big bedroom which was supposed to be a dorm or something and I really wanted to paint it for some reason and I was like C'MON EVERYONE LET'S PAINT IT'S OUR ROOM! so I started taping stuff off and painting but only Karl seemed into it and everyone else was just sitting around.
Then I think I woke up.
I freaking WISH there was a spa/shopping center in my attic. How badass would that be?
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[7:50pm, December 23rd] |
I met up with Gary today and we visited our old art teachers today. Had a good ol' talk with Donald, and saw a couple kids.
Also, we concluded that scene is so dead it's not even funny, and even hipsters are getting filtered out. Who knows what will come next? ~~~
In other news, I'm basically done with Lomo. Not that we were much, anyways, we weren't even legit together. He says I'm full of shit and I make him feel real stupid sometimes and "I'm into adventure and danger and sling shots and knives. And your into... lolita". (adventure and danger and slingshots? reminds me of calvin and hobbes) And then he started making a big deal about how we have mostly the same friends and it's going to be sooooo~ awkward. AND LOLITA IS NOT THE ONLY THING I AM INTO. Jeez. If he really thinks that's all then he really doesn't know me anyways.
But, I am pretty sure I am not full of shit though and I don't know how I make him feel stupid and frankly I don't really care. He gets ticked off way to easily about stupid shit, and you know what, he's most likely going to transfer to Calarts anyways so make your own friends there and quit whining in the mean time you have plenty of friends other than our mutual ones.
In response to all this, Neil says I should "tell him to grab his loin cloth and go fuck a bear" and "get subjugated by andrew jackson". Lolol. Glad to know Neil's always got my back. (p.s. Lomo's 1/2 native american to explain Neil's commentary. also, no offense intended to you native american's out there. although i doubt nobody reads my journal anyways other than ally occasionally, and i'm pretty sure she's not native american)
AND LOLITA IS NOT THE ONLY THING I AM INTO. Jeez. If he really thinks that's all then he really doesn't know me anyways.
At this point I am basically just ranting. I don't really want a boyfriend for a while, I think. Cause guy's are crazy.
Except Pee Wee Herman (and yes I know about Paul Reubens' public masturbation/porno collection)
One love <3~~~~
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[9:50pm, December 21st] |
I would really like an astrostar projector. At first I was trying to find an aurora projector, but most of them seem to not be what I'm looking for. This, however, is freaking awesome.
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[10:27pm, December 9th] |
Look, I'm not some scene obsessed weirdo or anything who checks myspace over 9000 times a day for new pics new pics or anything, but I totally just. Just want to live here.
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[7:33pm, December 8th] |
I'm wondering if I should go back to blonde. I feel like I look too much like a little boy. Someone get me a blonde wig for Christmas and we can pretend this never happened.
I mean, I guess I don't mind it that much but, I totally prefer blonde.
And I also totally do NOT prefer Gary Oldman as Dracula. Let me tell you. His hair looks like a butt. How can I watch a Dracula movie when all I can think about is how much Dracula's head looks like a butt? The answer is I can't.
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[7:15pm, December 7th] |
Saturday, I went to a lolita meetup in NoHo for Western Mass lolis, but because I live in the middle of nowhere, I generally have to travel 45 minutes + for meet ups anyways even if they're in CT AWESOMERIGHT?
I was pretty amazed at how many people showed up, it was all good fun though. I had hibachi for the first time which was pretty good.
GROUP PHOTO
Also I decided to wear my wig because otherwise I had my hair cut last week wayyyy and I look like a little boy. Me on the way right, in the sax longest name OP from Baby.
Only part I did not like was when my GPS sent me home through unplowed roads that went through forests for about 20 miles with pretty much nobody around, when it was snowing, and I let FREAKING THREE SNOWPLOW TRUCKS PASS ME IN HOPES THEY WOULD BE SNOWPLOWING BUT THEY WERE NOT. And it took forever. And my average speed was probs 19 mph, with my slowest around 4 (it was crazy slippery at this point and I began to regret not being one of those insanely overprepared drivers who keeps food, water, flares, blankets, and Macgyver in their trunk)
Also, with all my free time lately I've been coming up with these pretty awesome ideas.
It's a shame that I lack the skillz, money, and motivation to follow through with them though. May you rest in peace, awesome ideas.
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[9:21pm, November 29th] |
And today I nurse my feelings of melancholy with bowl after bowl of Apple Jacks.
Except they're not even real Apple Jacks, they're store brand 'Apple Rounds' from Aldi or whatever.
I do enjoy, however, the accuracy of cereal description within the cereal titles:
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[5:21pm, November 24th] |
My first night back home I slept over my roommate's house.
lololol.
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