I'm so tired of Don Quixote

Which is so sad. It really is a great piece of work. I think I'm actually enjoying it for the first time since Wishbone.

That's it.

Archaeology is nothing but a waste of paper.

Today was the worst! I haven't had one of those in a few weeks, so it was due. Everything feels so much better now. It's amazing how great everything can seem after you've just gotten through a dreadful week and had time to shut your eyes and just breathe.

Josh and I are having a homework party this weekend. Which is good, because I have so much to do. I really shouldn't be relaxing just quite yet, but I felt like I deserved it after today. Needless to say, this is the most I've been excited about doing homework since....ever.

I like the fact that Andrea and I can still have conversations and feel like we're updating each other on things that have happened over a months time, when really it's just an update on the events of the day.

I like life right now.

owie

I have this epic cut on the bottom of my tongue. This has never happened to me before. It is so painful. It's been here for like a week. And it won't go away. Ow =(

Popcorn tins are so addicting. I can't stop eating! Ahh!

I didn't put enough gesso on my canvas. So it's soaking up ALL OF MY PAINT. This painting is going to be one huge, epic FAIL. I know it. I might go work on it tonight. But then again, I might not.

It has to be done. Eventually.

I also wanted to clean my room tonight. So many things! Blahhh!

Just Because I Can

I got this dress for a dollar. A DOLLAR!

Today was our first painting critique. He barely had anything negative to say about mine. BARELY ANYTHING! Something about the way I did the pattern in the background was a little screwy, but THAT'S IT! In the words of Lady Gaga, I was "so happy I could die."

Quick World Lit update: Clytemnestra is my hero. I adore her. Also, Dido is a whiny, stupid, drama queen (funnily enough, she is literally a queen). She takes the meaning "obsessive girlfriend" to a whole new level.
Venus and Juno need to get over themselves. I don't even know what they're fighting about. They're just being dumb girls.

This archeology lab homework is totally dominating me. I think I'm going to give up for the night and just get on to reading Revelations. I might even draw in my sketchbook. Who knows!

Chim Chim Cher-ee always gave me the willys

I'm not sure why they call them butterflies. They don't feel anything like butterflies at all to me. Worms maybe. But like really really wriggly ones. Not the cute little earthworms that barely move. Maybe more like eels. That way you can throw in the occasional shock.

I finally finished Gilgamesh before class today. I would love to re-read it someday when I actually want to. I enjoyed it a lot.

Things to think about:
1) The popular quote, "All is fair in love and war."
2) Ishtar is the goddess of love and war
3) Aphrodite, the goddess of love, has an affair with Ares, the god of war

I really do think I am going to fall in love with this class. The readings will be tough, but I am so excited for the lectures.

Disney Pandora has completely made my night.

All is fair in love and war.

I don't need people reminding me of things.

Gilga-mush

I really did have a lot to say today.
Now that it's so late..
and I still have so much to do...
I just don't feel like saying it anymore.

I'm in the process of reading Gilgamesh. It would be a lot more exciting if I didn't have to finish it before class tomorrow.

Oh, well. It could be worse. I could be a starving, Roman daughter locked away in her room.

That would suck.

Why does everyone hate Great Expectations?

Today.

I am not sure if I should go into detail or just leave it at that.

I guess I can throw together a small list with minor details: Home depot, heavy machinery, limbs being chopped off, destroyed bodies, small bus, many people, rain, a lot of rain, so much rain, drenched clothing, freezing classroom, so much reading, two and a half hour wait, stupid boyfriends, and family issues.

Okay, I feel well enough now. On to the good points.

Andrea was here waiting for me to listen to the story of my day. We layed in my bed. She listened. I ranted. That was nice.

Sinclair called me. She will be in town on Thursday. I miss her dearly, so this is refreshing news.

I have a bus riding buddy. She's in my painting class. Her name is Cydney. With a C. Not an S. I noticed because I am a creepy stalker. She's really sweet and wears cute glasses. She is also new to riding the bus so I don't feel so dumb.

Speaking of painting, besides the stupid fact that I am probably not going to survive Wednesday, my professor seems like he'll be okay. He's really softspoken which scares me a little. It'll just make me more nervous to talk to him for some strange reason. He says he gives outside assignments on artists that relate to our work as individuals. Yes, it is outside work, but at least he's paying attention. I appreciate that.

World Literature is highly intimidating. Our exams are going to be completely written, and there is going to be so so so so so so so so SO so much reading. That's to be expected, of course. The professor is astonishing, though. She quoted word for word at LEAST eight people in class today. And she knows practically everything there is to know about the Greeks and Romans. Which is beyond cool.

BackTrack!

Last Thursday.

Figure Drawing was fairly normal. Daniel is in my class. It should be fun. My teacher seems....eccentric. That's usually a good thing.

My archeology professor sounds like Cleveland from Family Guy, but looks like a sixty year old, white man, with a beard. It's a strange combination.

Non-school related updates:

I adore the apartment. I hate Charter cable.

My Little Nemo comic book is on it's way to me.

I built a bookcase. And I love it so much.

Umm. It's really late, and I have school tomorrow.

I'll get to that Great Expectations topic later.

August 21, 2010

We're moved in.
It's beautiful.

Fin.

Crazy man just done thrown that baby!

Tonight I watched the very first episode of Criminal Minds that I ever saw. It made me happy. I also think it is the reason that I love Tears and Rain by James Blunt so much.

So Josh and I went to Barnes and Noble the other day, and he pointed out a quite astonishing fact. There was a new Artemis Fowl book. Obviously, I was shocked by the fact that I did not know this. Upon getting over this shock, I plucked it off the shelf and bought it! It is going well. Artemis has some sort of guilt-ridden disorder causing him to unleash his alter ego who is, in turn, revealing his romantic feelings towards Holly. I KNEW IT! They'll be engaged by book eleven.

After we went to Barnes and Noble we went to Ross. There was a handful of DVDs. One of them...was Little Nemo....the movie that I used to rent every single time my parents took me to Astro Video (back when there was an Astro Video).

It was only three dollars! I watched about half of it while I went to sleep last night. Surprisingly, it was just as good as I remembered. So far.

I'm going to wake up early tomorrow to stain my table before it gets way too hot. Goodnight. Happy adventures in Slumberland!

Concerning Backpacks and Chocolate Shakes

I got it! I got my backpack!
And I am drinking a chocolate shake from Whataburger. It is delicious.

All-nighter with Joshua tonight.
Moviesmoviesmoviesmoviesmovies.

You stink Justin Matisse!

I am getting this backpack tomorrow. Andrea and I are going to the mall at approximately 11:30am, and I will walk into Hot Topic, and I will purchase this backpack. And I will wear the stripe right off of it.

My Christmas list is slowly growing more and more.

So far:

1) Straightener....to replace my broken straightener.

2) Ipod....to replace my broken Ipod.

3) Webcam....to replace my webcam that is attatched to my broken laptop.

4) Walking shoes....to replace the fact that I have no proper footwear for walking/exercizing.

Although I would like to get the shoes before Christmas. I'm serious about this working out thing. Just like I am serious about this getting a job thing.

SERIOUS.

SERIOUS.

SERIOUS.

PERIOD.

I'm starting to worry about how my relationship with Josh is going to suffer from this. The busy scheduling. He has a full time job, and he is going back to school. I am a full time student, and I desperately need a job. We are both going to have very full days. I mean, I know for a fact that we're both secure enough to be able to stay together. I guess I'm just nervous about how I'm going to handle it, not necessarily him. I'm thinking at least one of us will be able to manage getting away once a week. And if that's the case we should be fine. Right?

Sometimes I think I was better off single. I didn't have to think about these sorts of things. I would be 120% ecstatic about the apartment right now. Currently, I'm at about 100.0000001%. Not bad, but still. I wouldn't have anyone to be frustrated with all the time. I wouldn't ever be jealous or let the very worst part of me be exposed.

Then again, I would have a lot fewer reasons to smile. I wouldn't have someone to laugh with. Not the way we do. I wouldn't really have anything to look forward to every day. I wouldn't have my best friend.

I guess when you add it all up, it's worth it.

And I love him.

Love is worth it. Or so I've heard.

"This is true love. You think this happens every day?"

The Princess Bride. I love that movie.

Anyway, it's getting late.

It's going to be lonely without Truffles sleeping on my bed with me tonight.

She really is a sweetheart when she's sleeping.

You're just some racist who can't tie my laces.

I finished Briar Rose today. I know I said the concept of the book was excellent, but I honestly wasn't too impressed with the writing style or the filler story.

The last hundred pages COMPLETELY changed my opinion. Once you get past the awkward romance section and the annoying sisters, you are rewarded with an exceptionally believable Holocaust story. It is strange to think of something so terrible being compared to a fairy tale, but it somehow works. It has a castle (though not a grand and happy place), a Princess (though not by blood), a mist that puts all to sleep (though not everyone will wake from it), and a Prince (though he might not get to live happily ever after).

I recommend it.



I've been listening to Lily Allen all day. I love her alot. I love what she sings about.

Fairy Tales

In two weeks I will be moved into my new apartment.

The reading thing is going well. In the past week I have successfully re-read both Ella Enchanted and Just Ella. Surprisingly, I think I enjoyed Just Ella more. This is surprising because Ella Enchanted used to be one of my absolute favorite books EVAR. It was still amazing, but I feel like Just Ella had more substance. They were both at much lower reading levels than I remembered. Not neccessarily dissappointing....just interesting to notice. I'm glad I read them again. They truly are wonderfully entertaining books...no matter how old you are.

Now I'm in the middle of Briar Rose. I've had it for years and years. I just never got around to reading it. The front cover reads, "A powerful retelling of Sleeping Beauty that is 'heartbreaking and heartwarming." So I'm thinking, "Oh...it's a modern Sleeping Beauty." Nope. I was wrong. It's so much deeper than that. It's a Holocaust story. Weird, huh? Not so much. The connections so far are actually quite fantastic. I'm only 85 out of 239 pages in, but I'm already blown away by the author's analogy between the fairy tale and the tragedy. I'm curious to see where it goes from here.

Even Smiling Makes My Face Ache

Best. Commercial. Evar.


You outdid yourselves this time geico. This is pure genius.

Tomorrow morning we're going to get Josh registered for classes. Hopefully all goes well. This means I really should be in bed, considering we want to be there before eight.

That's it.

She is the definition of perfection.

My jealousy towards other women may eventually fade....but Audrey Hepburn will forever be the source of all jealousy in my soul!

So I have this idea for a novel. I honestly cannot say if it will ever get written, but it is the closest I have ever come to having a completely workable idea. Something that may actually have potential to be part of a full synopsis. I'm kind of excited about it, but too nervous to start.

I've been working on a bunch of stuff for the apartment. Move in day is August 21st....OFFICIALLY! I'm very excited. A little sad, of course, because it means school is starting, and it will be the beginning of not being able to see Josh everyday. I think it'll be okay, though. I won't be completely on my own. Andrea will be there, which is hopefully a good thing. I think it is. Also, I'm going to try as hard as i can to do amazing in school this year. Not just okay like I've been doing, but AMAZING. Wish me luck.

I have mixed feelings about starting painting. I'm nervous that I'm going to be horrible at it. I cannot afford to be horrible at it....emotionally or financially. On the other hand I'm very, very, VERY excited about finally learning how to paint. I feel like once I know the techniques and the materials, then inspiration will just sort of come to me. Inspiration is what I need. Bad.

I also want to start working out when I go back to school. I'll have the air conditioned rec center. There will be absolutely no excuse. And I can't use the "I have too much homework" thing, because that was never true.

Somehow, I will fit in reading. I want to read. Books and books and books.

Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-JECTED!

Sometimes a girl just feels rejected.

No matter how hard she tries to make herself feel better about herself, it's just no use. I'm a somewhat confident person. I'm not completely loaded with self esteem or anything, but compared to others I'd say I'm in a fairly decent place.

So I'm sitting here writing a blog. My boyfriend is out having dinner with his friends. My bestie decided to leave just before I asked him to come over and watch a movie. My father is outside drinking a beer. I've successfully texted everyone there is to text. And, believe me, when I start texting people it is a desperate situation. And the absolute best I can do is sit here and type out how I feel to a mystic cyberworld who never even listens anyway.

Reeeeeeeeeeeee-JECTED!

I'm not tired enough to sleep. There are no movies that I want to watch by myself. I don't have the energy to clean my room.

So I'm going to call my mommy. Because she cares about me. And listens to me. And is my bestest friend.

Before you go saying how pathetic I am, ask yourself this question:
Does your mommy listen to Alanis Morissette, have a big screen TV, and make you delicious coffee every morning that you're with her?
I didn't think so.



Update:
And just like that, Tyler Mcelroy pulls through! Maybe it wasn't a whole movie, but at least he came by and gave me a hug. In the process, I realized that the Big Bang Theory was on.
Great success!

I am still calling my mommy.

Frizzy

You know how in the Princess Diaries Mia is like, "I'm invisible....and I'm wet," and people like sit on her and stuff?

I feel like Mia and I had a lot in common before she got her little princess makeover. Maybe I should get a princess makeover. But a free one.

Nine.

Andrea and I watched Nine the other night. I think I would have appreciated it alot more if I would have actually paid attention. The only part I really enjoyed was the music. For some reason I just couldn't get into it. Maybe it's because I was completely against the main character. No offense to Guido, I mean, I know he's a total cinema genius or whatever, but the dude is kind of a man whore.

This was my favorite part.

I love this song so much. And unlike Guido, I adore her character.

Countdown.

Two more weeks.
Monday: Ceramics. Anthropology.
Tuesday: Figure drawing. Human sexuality. NO LAB!
Wednesday: Ceramics. POTLUCK! foodfoodfoodfood. And sketchbook and glazed stuff..unforunately. NO MORE CERAMICS! Anthropology.
Thursday: Figure drawing. Alice and Wonderland stuff due. Also unfortunately. Human sexuality.
Friday: Andrea's Orientation.
Monday: Anthropology exam. NO MORE ANTHROPOLOGY!
Tuesday (hopefully): Figure drawing exam. NO MORE FIGURE DRAWING!
Thursday: Human sexuality exam. NO MORE HUMAN SEXUALITY!

DONE!

I can't wait to move out.

We'll love you just the way you are (if you're perfect).

"Be a good girl, you gotta try a little harder.
That simply wasn't good enough to make us proud.

I'll live for you, I'll make you what I never was.
If you're the best then maybe so am I
Compared to him, compared to her.
I'm doing this for your own damn good.
You'll make up for what I blew.
What's the problem, why are you crying?"

Alanis Morissette

You can go, but please don't leave.

Katie is not a happy camper.

I feel like I'm permanently stuck in one of those moods where absolutely everything that happens, no matter how small, just makes me cry. I'm a seahorse. Yes, that's it. I am a seahorse.

Joanna Newsom said that the seahorse was her favorite animal, but she wouldn't want to be one because they always look so sad. Look at this guy. He looks miserable. I guess it's because they're all hunched over like that. They're such down-lookers. They sure are pretty, though.

I don't think I'd mind being a seahorse. The ocean seems like a beautiful place to live. Dangerous maybe, but look what we're dealing with up here. It's terrifying. I mean, I might not have a place to live next semester. At least if I were a seahorse, I'd know where to live.

Not to mention I would be absolutely gorgeous. Probably the envy of the whole ocean. I don't think I've ever seen an ugly seahorse before.

I bought one of teacher's tea bowls today. It's my new favorite. I will be drinking everything from cranberry juice to coffee out of it. I just hope it doesn't fall over and die one day. Then I'll really be devastated.

I'm really going to miss ceramics. It's a total pain, but it's really fun. Very stress relieving. I wish I had a pug of clay in my room for everytime I was upset. It would be the most wedged clay on the planet. I bet it would feel super special.

Teapots and jars this week. Only somewhat dreading.

I think I miss Josh way more than I should.

If I ever find truth, I'm gonna let you know.

I'm slowly getting more and more terrible at figure drawing.
I think I picked the wrong major.
But it's too late now.
I've put too much into it.
I just hope I make it through review.

I think I'm just going to start over on Tuesday. Completely. The whole drawing. I'm just gonna go crazy with it. Ink. Charcoal. Whatever. The emotion is "loathing." I loathe just about everything right now. I should be a pro at it.

Tomorrow should be epic. Apartment hunting. I have no idea what to expect. So far it's been a gruesome experience.

On a happier note: the Train station on Pandora is magnificent.

Cab

I've always loved this song. I guess everyone has those moments where they feel like they're alone.

There's just something about Train. Every song has that one line that's ridiculously quirky. In Drops of Jupiter it's "The best soy latte that you ever had", in All American Girl it's "I'm the leftover turkey for the world's mayonnaisey".

Mayonnaisey?

Really?

Okay, I'm in love.

Crocodiles Attracted To Other Crocodiles

You know that feeling you get when you know you don't deserve something, but you don't care? You can't care, because you'd rather know that you don't deserve it and be as happy as you are in this moment than have this happiness taken away from you? The thought of going back to the way things used to be is terrifying, even though it wasn't bad at all?
















It's a better feeling than it should be.

And she will be my Francois..

Thanks to Michael Cera's awkward-as-always character in Youth in Revolt, I have decided to create an alter ego of my own.

Her name shall be Clarissa Simona Machiavelli. She is extremely italian and takes offense to anyone who does not recognize this within four minutes of meeting her. Clarissa, a name meaning clear and bright reflects her truly breathtaking exterior. Her last name, Machiavelli, is obviously borrowed from the philosopher/writer and can be defined with the words cunning and deceptive. Clarissa is both of these. Simona is derived from the name Simon, which comes from a Hebrew word meaning "he has heard." Perhaps a bit too religious for this open atheist, but it just goes to show that you cannot be held responsible for your parents' unfortunate naming mistakes. However, she has always been rather fond of her middle name irregardless of its background.
Clarissa values objects of expense. Her wardrobe is immense and ever-growing. She has far too many admirers to mention but rejects them all, because she feels that commitment is frivolous in a world that was designed for her and her alone. Company is well enough, but only if they can hold intelligent conversation for more than an hour and, of course, if their pocketbooks contain more than a pretty penny. She shares an elegant Victorian-inspired flat with her cat, Gigi, who is perhaps the only man she will ever truly love.

More about Clarissa in future posts.