getting shit done

This week is crazy. I'm getting done things that have been put off for months. For that, I apologize for the lack of updates. I am mentally drained. I need a day off! 

skirt season is almost over. the weather is going to start to turn and we will stop seeing bare legs. meaning sluts everywhere will feel they need to compensate for not showing their leg skin by showing more boob. therefore, one can conclude that winter is BOOB SEASON!

this year, i have noticed less losers amongst the art department. i know it sounds harsh, but what i mean is this: every semester here, i've seen one person each semester present something beer-pong related, or something that makes a reference to how much alcohol one consumes in a day/week/month/semester/year. for crits this week, i noticed not one person made a piece with booze as their content. i feel so proud of everyone for realizing there is more to life than getting fucked up and making 'art' about how wrecked they got. i feel we've all matured a bit and realized that your advanced sculpture class is not the place to build a beer pong table.

john mccain and sarah palin scare the shit out of me. recent polls have shown they have a 9 pt advantage over obama/biden. if we end up with another set of republican fucks running our country, im moving to canada. if they don't take me, anywhere in europe. if they don't take me, russia. if they won't take me........ ILL GO TO THE FREAKIN ARCTIC TUNDRA, I DON'T EVEN CARE! 

HBO films presents Autism: the Musical.   ....what the fuck? we're making musicals about disabilities now? nice...

Some guy that lives in the building I work at keeps being way overly nice to me, and brought me a red bull to wake me up. but i hate red bull and all energy drinks... i'm a black coffee/straight espresso type of person. so i have it hidden behind the desk in case he asks me how i liked it, ill feign energy and be like YEAH! THANKSSSS! and then i'll give it to my roommate when i go home.

WHAT?!

i always find eyelashes in my keyboard. i must shed.

it's been one week

you look so whimsical in that picture hahaha

i've had unreliable internet recently, hence the one week gap

new things:

father sent me 2 boxes of nutri-grain bars in the mail

my living room has 3 blankets and 9 pillows in it

my cell phone is sending messages about 3-4 hours after i write them

i have pillow marks on my face for upwards of one hour of waking up

howard is a stupid name

olympia beer may make me feel at home, but it still tastes like butt

my movies from blockbuster are overdue

they make styrofoam peanuts that are biodegradable and yet companies continue to use the non-biodegradable ones...

shit son

today i had to put on a sweater.

oh no's!!!!

does anyone actually read this besides nik?

my father sent me a book in the mail today about the JFK 'assassination'

it's called 'Conspiracy of Silence'

when he left the voicemail, he told me this and also some news about someone's private art collection having a dozen pieces stolen from his home yesterday, including a Marc Chagall

he ended it with saying, 'that's all. bye babe'

i'm convinced he forgot who he was talking to halfway through the voicemail and called me 'babe' as a force of habit. he calls all his girlfriends 'babe' so he doesn't call them the wrong name (he has 3 girlfriends, Susan, Linda and Elizabeth, none of which know about the other)

...and he called me babe....

so disgusting

MY IDEA

I'VE GOT IT!!!!!!!!!

cats are fighting

two cats fighting=sibling rivalry

three cats fighting=ass kicking

FUCK SHIT FUCK

fuck, i am clueless of what to make and its already the end of week 2.


SHIT

stuff

i never wrote my favorites so i'll do it now

Favorite book: Cunt
Favorite movie: A Clockwork Orange
Favorite album: Murder Ballads (Nick Cave)
Favorite song: Time (Pink Floyd)
Favorite story: i really want to tell my favorite story but i know it isn't school-appropriate, especially since nik knows very well who i am. so heres the warning nik: don't read this if you don't want to hear about my illegal activities in mexico over the summer.










the story of this summer, where me and my stepsister were in puerto vallarta looking to buy a sack and found two mexican boys (we found out later they were stepbrothers, same age difference as us!) building stone sculptures.
they didn't speak more than 2 words of english, but we were able to communicate what we were looking for. we walked through the main street, just kept going straight down the road, past the beach. they led us up this path where no tourists were (i had a knife on me in case they were gonna jump us). we went up, climbing rocks. trees on either side of us. we got to the top and it was just this huge cliff with no one around, rocks to sit on, looking down over the whole city and ocean.
then we rolled a joint with our newly purchased bag, all the while trying to teach the two brothers english curse words, while they taught us spanish swear words. (kind of hard since they didnt understand ANY english and we only knew things like 'gracias' and 'por favor' and of course, 'mojta' [weed].) we traded lighters so we'd have something to remember the others by. after we smoked, we walked back down into town, gave our new friends hugs goodbye, and got back on our cruise ship. father and stepmother never knew what happened, we just told them we made some new friends.

here are the pictures, minus the one of me, stepsister, and the brothers all together (for anonymity reasons).
the rock sculptures/balancing act. no glue or fasteners, these guys just balanced them right on top the others!
this is the view from the cliff we were taken to. pretty amazing.
last but not least, the brothers we smoked with. this is the only proof i have that this incident actually happened. we never got their names either.

Cats like cereal.

Wednesday, September 3
Today my anth. prof had his hair parted on the same side as me.

To the Bill Collectors

Leave me alone. I have maybe six dollars in my account, what do you want from me? My fat check has not come through yet and until then I am subsisting on yogurt, granola crumbs, Jelly Bellies, cigarettes and Diet Coke. If you want me to make a payment, how about you stop calling my cell phone and making THAT bill larger by eating my minutes, thus more money can be available for your sorry ass? Soon this won't be a problem, since my phone is sure to get cut off soon for non payment.

I'm fine. I'll be fine.

Fuck.

observations as of late

Thursday, August 28th

The floor in the undergrad studio is a rust color, and my feet leave marks on my couch in a light brown color.

Friday, August 29th

I was called twice today by Macy's. They want money, but I ignored the call.

Saturday, August 30th

I woke up at 12 today with my touch-sensitive light on. I must have kicked it in my sleep.

Sunday, August 31st

There are 16 hot dogs ready to cook, and 18 buns.

Monday, September 1st

I was called three times by Macy's today, wanting their payment for 47$. 

Tuesday, September 2nd

Today was the first day in nearly two weeks that I haven't been called by Macy's. Yet.

test again