My Friends Are Awesome!

Okay, so as an art major, I hang out with a bunch of other art majors, some of whom are in the visual communications department (hereafter referred to as viscom). Anyway, they this project where they had to design a magazine cover and some inside page spreads. My friend Reina needed models for hers and I was bored and interested, so we worked together on a photoshoot, and then she made this:

Holy crap my friends are awesome!! Of course it's not a real magazine or a real tattoo, but maybe it will be someday (the magazine, not the tattoo; only henna for me). But yeah, here's to my 15 minutes of fame! (I think by the end of college, I'll have a solid hour and a half of fame at this rate. I dig it.)


UPDATE: She's finished the table of contents, too! That's me again in the blue column.

Rehearsal Is Silly.

In rehearsal tonight (for that a cappella group I talk about sometimes) we held auditions for two medleys, so naturally no work got done. Unfortuantely, everyone also lost their minds during auditions and it was horrendously silly and many people (myself included) tried out for things as jokes and now have that solo. I am now a white, female rapper. This will likely not end well. ^^()

Anyway, sorry about the earlier rant and how ridiculously angst-y it was. It's just that I can count on one hand the number of times in the last two weeks that I haven't been woken up in the middle of the night by my phone. And yeah, some of those texts/calls were actually super important and I was happy to answer them, but the majority just make me want to buy a real alarm clock so I can turn my phone off at night and never deal with it again.

Anyway anyway, boyfriend is now here and I have better things to do than blog. Adios!

WHO GAVE YOU THIS IDEA?

Dear WHOLE FREAKIN WORLD,

I am not a panacea to anyone's problems. Texting me at two in the morning will not solve anything, but it will make me really, really tired and angry. If you are looking for advice from me, DON'T DO IT AT 2 AM. If you have a real problem, I can try really hard to be there for you. If you want to whine to me or just inform me of something totally unimportant, don't. Just don't. Should the aim of this post ever read it, I'd like you to know that this isn't directed at one person. There are multiple people who think it's okay to text me in the middle of the night about nothing. I'm sorry that your sleep cycle is screwed up, but MINE ISN'T. Or at least it wasn't and I'd like that back, thanks.

If things are going really wrong and I can actually do something about it (ei, we live in the same town/state/time zone), that's fine. Go ahead and reach out to me. If something is really wrong and I can't do something about it, find someone else who can and text them at 2am. If things aren't horribly wrong but just kind of suck, regardless of where you live, DON'T TEXT ME THAT LATE. I will be much more helpful and much less bitter about your problem when I'm not exhausted.

Let me reiterate that this isn't directed at one person. Hell, it's not even directed at two people. This is for everyone who can't figure out that darkness=sleeping to most people.

Do.
Not.
Text.
Me.
After.
10pm.

Ever.
(unless it's really super important and I can actually do something about it)

K, thanks!

Yet Another Update Tonight (w/o pictures)

I also want to talk about windows, but I didn't think about it til after I posted that last update and it's also completely unrelated to the cold (unless you associate "dark" with "cold," which I sometimes do).

This house is turning me into a paranoid wreck. I wasn't an arachnophobe until I lived here. Then one fell out of the freaking cold water knob in my shower onto my hand and I had to use the other shower for a week. When Heather didn't die from using that shower as a result of me "accidentally" not telling her about the incident, I felt safe to go back.

I was also not afraid of centipedes, but then I realized I hadn't actually seen a live centipede before. Things are much less scary in pictures and books.

I have sometimes been afraid of the dark, but I've never had a stompy upstairs neighbor who makes the kind of noises I associate with dying at the hand of someone who's breaking into my apartment simply by wandering through her kitchen, so that kind of adds to the experience, I guess.

But windows. I have never been afraid of windows until now. You know how when it's dark outside, you can't see out your window if a light is on, but everyone outside can totally see you? Couple this with the fact that I caught some guy lurking underneath my stairs yesterday (he was stealing water from our outside spigot), and you've got a recipe for full-on, bat shit crazy paranoia. I've just gone around locking all my doors and switching on and off the lights in each room to ensure that no one is already lurking within. It's kind of terrifying. I wish my kitchen had blinds.

I also wish I'd had the presence of mind to nap at 5:30 so I wouldn't be so tired now (as I usually stay until midnight on Wednesdays to say hello to Boyfriend when he and my roommate get home from dance practice). But I did not nap, and it's too late to nap now, so I think I'll chug some orange juice and sugar high until they get back.

I probably should stop buying hashbrowns.

I'm Cold and Bored, and That's Not Good

My apartment is an icy chunk of hell. To clarify that, there was an interpretation of Hell at some point that portrayed it as frozen which I honestly think would be worse than burning, but whatever. The point is that I am cold.


My house (and you should note that when I say "my apartment," what I mean is "my floor of a house") is really old and drafty and the floorboard heaters sometimes fall off the wall. It's a bit of a problem. I have my own space heater because this happened my freshman year:





Yeah, that mug of water is frozen solid. Inside my room. Right over the heater.


Anyway, despite my bedroom being about 10 degrees warmer than the rest of the house, I'm wearing socks with my fleece-lined moccasins and a faux-fur-lined coat over my two shirts. There are also pants involved. And I am cold. But I'm also making hashbrowns, so I guess that's okay.


Also, I should never be allowed to play with makeup when I'm bored. Stupid things happen. Like this:


I also own photoshop.

Facebook Ads Are Dumb

First my day was awesome, then it was okay, then I stressed out a whole bunch, and then I saw this ad on facebook:

It's a little hard to read, so let me translate exactly for you: "Boyfrined is hot hey yall if you like someone els he will broke up with u like me on facebook"

I do not understand this ad. What is a boy fri ned? How can someone broke up with you? What is an "els"? To the best of my knowledge, it's a shortening of the internet phenomenon known as "Erroneous Linguistic Shit." The writer of this ad is clearly an expert on the subject. It almost seems wrong that "like" was spelled correctly in both instances.

My point is that dumb people can sometimes confuse me to the point that I stop stressing out about things. So, thanks, I guess.

I Tried to Be a Stereotype and Failed

I realized earlier today that I'm a junior in college and still hadn't had beer and pizza. I thought to myself, "My, that's awfully unusual, and it would be such a shame to never do this simple, tasty thing." So I had beer and pizza for dinner. Except I failed at being a normal college student because it was homemade pizza (dough and everything) and the beer was Amber Bock dark lager, and I made it with a side of steamed asparagus with lemon-butter sauce. If for some reason I should ever wear one of those shirts that says "COLLEGE" on it, slap me and call me a failure of the American Dream.

On an unrelated note, look what I made!

Yeah, it's a golden snitch. Oh, and you see that hole at the bottom? Yeah, it's actually an ocarina. Bask in my awesomeness. (By that, I mean "Look at the dork!")

Well, now that the week from Hell is over (sorry for never posting), I'm off to go study for a chem test and finish my beer. Ciao!

UPDATE: Instead of studying for chem, I did this to my living room wall:

Yeah, I probably should have studied. Well, the night is young and the test isn't until Wednesday!

Advice

So far I haven't had any response to these posts and I don't really expect to now (nor am I really looking for responses/vindication), but I need to vent/ask for advice anyway. How do you convince someone that they're a good person? What reason for living can you give to a person who is determined not to see one? I so want to have the answers for everything but the more I try the more I feel like a little kid dressed up as Superman. I can't run faster than a speeding bullet or fly through the air or stop a train or fight monsters. Sometimes I can't even walk down the block without tripping over my own feet.

I feel so much need to do something and my hands are tied.