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| | Tags: | diary | | Subject: | why not | | Time: | 08:18 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc20/psychohazard2/genodmood.gif) depressed |
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I've got INTP several times over the years so, ya. I think the multiple intelligence thing fills out the holes in the personality type - that is, it shows I'm an self-obsessed angstball of a visual artist.
There tends to be lots of INTPs on the internet on here - hello biased sampling - but they are a small part of the population according to various sources so whatever.
It's funny that I'm never The Artist type, but I'm not- I couldn't give a shit about people and I'm totally an Intellectual Elitist. i liek lurnin. | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment   |
| | Tags: | diary | | Current Music: | Margaret In Captivity - The Decemberists | | Subject: | relevant song lol | | Time: | 02:15 am | | Current Mood: | excited |
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| IS IT POSSIBLE TO EXPRESS THE LEVEL OF LOLWUT THAT I AM RIGHTNOW
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GODDANG | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I was walking through the Turner parking lot when I found a big black and strikingly irridescent blue with polka-dot insect . At first I jumped, thinking it was a giant, angry wasp, and that's because it's supposed to look like that, since it's the polka dot wasp moth ! A second glance showed it wasn't angry at all but a gentle critter that easily crawled into my hand, from which it flew about a foot before lazily floating back to the ground. It didn't even run away from me, they're so well protected by their scary wasp silhouette that they have a lackadaisical demeanor. Silly bugs.
Apparently they're pretty common around the South East, and you can attract them to your yard by planting oleander. They're absolutely gorgeous!
Earlier in the year I was whooping because I had just found out (after 4 years), by walking at night a couple times when they crawled out onto the cool sidewalk, that Georgia is also home to BIG FAT MILLIPEDES. I'd never seen them before! 3-4 inches long! You could put collars on them and walk them! So fun.
I am so pathetically, easily distracted by wildlife. If you wave a anole in my face, which are as common as Starbucks down here, I will still squeal like a school girl in a dollie shop. I can't help it.
Slurping a fruit smoothie through my straw proboscis, suckin up nutrients. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Today I woke up really late to 3 emails saying Blizzard Entertainment was giving their yearly presentation at 8. Since I was so urged I determined to fuck it and skipped history class to make sure I got there on time.
Instead of class I hopped on the bus only to get off to go to the simultaneously fabulous and super ghetto chinese grocery store and grabbed random tasty things. I'd been craving guava juice but they were all out. papaya sugar milk drink will do.
I came back and cooked quick only to spend an hour nonstop, hypnotized by a stupid simple game for an HOUR. WHYYY.
Then 7:30 came around and I ran to the student center where it was full of the nerd population of school. We listen to the most lackluster lady show a broken power point presentation about what they wanted in applicant. That was indeed important information but what was such a hyped up presentation was nothing at all worth the fuss. Yes it was neccesary stuff to know if I am interested in working for them but mmmeh.
I came back, spending the evening talking to Chris and reading 50 pages of MLIA.
Good day! Feelin good! Busy doing nothing!
I'm in mid-quarter doldrums tho and probably will screw class tomorrow since nothing is due which never happens. I need to go out and do something to spark me up. hrnnnnng | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| Totally out of the blue I got invited to Creature Spot! I'm so excited! Aaahg aaahg.
Roommates are playing this hilarious old PS2 rhythm game. Robots are attacking! We must dance!
It's been cold here! "cold" being like "upper 60s" pfft. But it means I'm not all sweaty and gross, and I can regulate my own room's temp via the window. And the false sense that it's fall is calming on my northern yankee psyche. Palmtrees and pumpkins, fail.
Because of it's insatiableness I hate nostalgia, and to avoid that I make an effort to enjoy the moment as much as possible. There's a joy in simply, genuinely being and doing whatever that is without want to be and do otherwise. Imagining it from an authors perspective, if this part of the story would be quickly passed over- i.e "years of education"- then the little thing's don't matter, there's more to the story. Someone somewhere finds what you're doing poetic and wishes they were you. Years from now you'll forget the bad parts and see the good parts. I'm trying to notice those good parts now. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| This is my cottoncandy-furred chesire Rufflestiltskin.
I hurt my arm laying on it / inking at an odd angle, now it aches to draw
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ibuprofen didn't work. I'm drawing anyway.
also my roomates are really friendly but they need to SHUT THE HELL UP. they are partying with each other ALL DAY EVERY DAY how is this possible. earplugs + headphones >_ | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Went to Drink n draw and had fun with grad students. had a chocolate stout. drew some crap. nomnomnom! good times. For various factors I got pretty loopy on just one bottle.
I made up a cheer!
Women, put your hands in circles and in the air and yell OVARIIIES
Men do the same but together at your crotch and yell TESTIIIIIES | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| So someone leaves a voice mail on my phone from an unknown number at 11:00am.
Turns out it's an angry black guy telling me to stop texting his mom at 4am about how horny I am and his mom doesn't need to hear that , and how would he like it if he told the school how horny I was and to don't do it again, and to only text girly things to his mom.
Oh gawd its so fucking funny. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | diary | | Current Music: | Greet Death - Explosions In The Sky | | Subject: | COMPLAINING TIME | | Time: | 12:03 pm | | Current Mood: | grumpy |
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| Because I'm a dumbass who waits till the last minute to deal with irrelevant lecture classes I got to waltz in the rain! I get so annoyed having to work on shit that's not like, immediately relevant to my career coming up soon. guhhhhh
To start it off, I couldn't sleep well, though I was warn out as shit from the day before. I got up a bunch to piss cause lately my bladder hasn't been able to shut the hell up.
So I got up at like 8am and started to do research that I should have done over the last few weeks. But because our teacher has this request that we find someone who hasn't already been researched about, it's been hard finding someone not too famous. I finally hit one this morning and, while looking up stuff on the library's records, found there was only one substantial paper about my person, and of course it was the one file that didn't have a digital copy. That meant I had to trudge to the library to get more than a few sentences on my artist.
I have no idea where my damn umbrella went. Thank gawd I have my rain boots, but all of me from the shins up got drenched. My raincoat thing sheds water but still isn't waterproof enough. I always need the bus that isn't fucking there on time either, so I wait far too long in which span of time I could have gotten there, finally say fuck it, and catch the bus on its next-over stop because fucking Murphy's Law. Fffff.
Get to the library, hoping I was sort of dry. Nope. Kind of afraid librarians will see me dripping wet and deny me entry. It's the ONE building that doesn't have those extreme blow dryers in the bathroom, so I grab some paper towels and try and dry off. Yeah no not gonna happen.
I find what I need and then get out of there, walk all the way back, the apartment still smells like fucking burnt hair from my roommates having a flat iron marathon that's been going on since fucking yesterday afternoon. I towel off and change clothes cuz uhg.
At least I have food now since I stocked up ridiculously at the grocery yesterday, so I have a delicious hot bowl of mac and cheese fucking yes.
BUT okay I am looking in the reference section and I stumble onto the Encyclopedia Erotica and skim through it and learn that dickgirls aren't a new invention, or even exclusively Eastern. derp derp derp derp also bush | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | diary | | Current Music: | Kyusai no Gihou - Susumu Hirasawa | | Subject: | art prospectus | | Time: | 04:54 pm | | Current Mood: | busy |
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| I went to the Art and Materials trade show put on by school and, not knowing what I had in mind going in, bought stuff for doing acrylic and watercolor illustrations. Brushes, paint, paper all really cheap - but still spent alot. XD Tiny German kolinsky brushes for free?? thanks dude!!
By the end of painting on all the paper I got- 40 pieces- something will improve. I'm getting inspired by guys like Ralph Horsley alot.
Before graduation I'd like to have a comic page portfolio, a conceptual art portfolio, and an a book/gaming illustration portfolio. I am going to die. Even if I miss that specific mark of about 12 pieces for each, I'll have a large body of work to show. I wouldn't be surprised if it takes a year of working consistently after graduation before I'll have a comfortable grasp on my work.
I feel like I have ALOT to work on and only now am I violently aware of specifically what. That's the first step. I feel like I've been way too lazy these last few years and am going to have to sit and just improve for a while after I graduate until I feel competent enough to be in the workforce. I dunnno, I'll try for jobs as I go still, but I worry when I can see where I have to get better.
The trick is keeping this fear and eagerness induced drive going.
ALso, I need to organize all my shit. It doesn't matter if I have nice stuff if I lose it in a pile of crap! x_x | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| My printer died, my digital camera died over the summer, my tablet broke but is fixed. Granted they're all ancient , 6+ years, so yeah. Though my Graphire works, I feel a bigger more sensitive tablet will help my painting alot. I should get a bigger monitor for working digital too.
geeze mang I dont got no monies for shiiit. But I'd first get those things then, like, a car. For that i'm gonna get a donkey and a wagon. hee haww.
Guys I don't have anything pressing to work on homework-wise. Guys. GUYS WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO??
A guy from Strathmore came to talk about paper in class today and also explained where the hair from sable brushes come from. Kolinsky sable brushes use specifically the hair on the end of the tail of the male siberian weasel during the winter. lolwut . My Winsor & Newton brush is likely actual sable hair left over from the fur industry. I am amused that you can use shampoo [make sure you use conditioner too!] and hair gel on the brush to keep it in good condition. lolwut.
...AND THEN I MADE BACON AND THEN COOKED POTATOES IN THE BACON FAT WITH RED PEPPER FLAKES AND ROSEMARY AND THEN ANGELA BROUGHT OVER STRESS-COOKIES WHICH I ATE
AND THEN I LOOKED UP CERVICAL DYSPLASIA.
yes. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | diary | | Current Music: | Long - Chevelle | | Subject: | artgasm | | Time: | 01:13 pm | | Current Mood: | busy |
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| Two strokes into inking and I have fallen in love with my new brush- a Windsor & Newton Series 7 #2 sable. I've not used such a fine sable brush before. HOOOOOMYGAWD <33333
nibs can go and die in a fire | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | diary | | Current Music: | Trans Fatty Acid - Lamb | | Subject: | Who are you, and what are you doing here? | | Time: | 11:54 am | | Current Mood: | busy |
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| Who are you, and what are you doing here?
Weird sleep, work todoo, tired of procrastinating tired of sitting at this desk, want peace and quiet not getting it.
My printer turned into a MONSTER. Paper feed is finally unusable. Gonna see if I can fix it or if I need to get my brother's old printer from home.
Who are you, and what are you doing here?
Man this quarter is gonna be busy but in like a consistent kind of way. Tight roughs pencils inks repeat. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | diary | | Current Music: | Crimes - A Perfect Circle | | Time: | 11:24 pm | | Current Mood: | horny |
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| Me: I have FAR too many writing utensils!
Chris: Nonsense! You have FAR exactly enough!
Me: THEY'RE EVERYWHERE
Chris: FOR EASY ACCESS!
Me: They're reproducing in stickpile orgies!
Chris: That explains the ink stains!
Me: AAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGG | | comments: Leave a comment |
| GIRL THIS WEEKEND - 3 pages of finished pencils plus lettering, 8 more 1-hour little ink drawings [with BRUSH thank gawd] for Tuesday, initial research for art history, plus normal sketchbook additions.
Splitting it up 1 page and 3 inks a day instead of all at once.
gotta get up early cause MY LIGHTBOX IS THE WINDOW unless I can steal someones.
NO TIME 4 FUN any extra time will be spent drawing my own crap I need to paint like a horny teen
I was so sleepy today I couldn't work on anything immediately after class.
I'd rather have stuff to do than not :) DRAWING IS FUN EVEN IF THERE IS ALOT.
School is getting me better at drafting which I needed to do anyway because I've been losing time when I paint stuff to change things.
I NEED RAINBOWS. I spent too much money getting stuff to decorate my dormroom, but I'll use the stuff until it dissolves. Now it glows red. I have plants and a fake canopy. All is good. Wondering to put up or cut up some abstracts I did in color drawing class.... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| GOT LOTS OF STUFF TO SCAN JUST HOLD ON SHITTY SCANNER
I don't know why I'm so bored. Oh yeah, been in a small room for the latter part of three days. I like having homework to do, actually, and I'd rather be drawing then not - I catch myself wanting to go off and draw other things. But my brain is kinda sludge.
It's been waaaaaaaaay too long since I've read any sort of novel that doesn't also have pictures. Like a year? what the fuck! I got a stash with me, luckily. I think that's exacerbating my bad english word thinkin. derp derp.
I think the main problem is - no one saw this coming- I'm missing my manthing. whaaaaaahg. Right now he's attempting to make tamales. His mom made apple pies. I'm so jealous since the south doesn't have apples grown down the street and turned into cider for me right fucking there there. whaaaaag.
So bored. Video games not cutting it. Just gonna have to drawwwwwwwww so that's good.
Oh I got this foam pad for my shitty school mattress and its bad because it makes me want to sleep even more its surprisingly comfy. Also I'm sure it costs them like five cents to make those things and they charge like fifteen bucks.
Thinking about apocalyptic systems.
There's ink under my thumb nail and I can't get rid of it. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I'm officially moved in down at Savannah! *wheeze* Mom came down to help me but she was getting on my nerves. I was thankful for the help though. My roomates are cool and it's great to see everyone again! (The one is playing a pirated copy of Scribblenauts excitedly).
CRABLEGGGS
I bought a sedum plant to keep me company and put Big Boss in it! I hope it doesn't die! It's not like on a windowsill and it needs bright light so we'll see! If not I'll get some philodendron but I don't want to, he's so cute. I named him George COME ON GEORGE DONT DIE 8C
I bought pokadotted rain boots <3 <3 <3 splish splash
OH yeah! We ate at a restaurant and the hostess asked which name to put down and mom said "Pardon?", which the hostess wrote down. derp
Also guys care to pitch in and buy a Tyrannosaur??? :C | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | diary | | Current Music: | Obama's talkin! | | Subject: | a mess | | Time: | 08:49 pm | | Current Mood: | weird |
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| Packing stuff up for leaving back to school Friday morning. Cleaned out a lot of the ancient detrius that's built up and forgotten about in places- hundreds of drawing utensils, old papers, forgotten sketchbooks, magazines. Got really sweaty,ew. I've had some of these supplies for like ten years when I was a kid. Giving away some quality stuff to the neighbor kids. I don't have enough time to dig through everything. I should have started sooner. Since this is bound to be my last summer at home I want to get all of my ridiculous crap out of my parents' way. SO MUCH CRAP. When you have a house you have the luxury of holding on to stuff. Sculptures, old masks, toys, countless piles of whatsits waiting to be used, paper scraps everywhere, old notes.... I want to ditch as much as I can. Unfortunately I have BOOKS, the worst thing to move!
I also chucked most of my clothes here into a pile to be donated. Someone who's my size is gonna have a payday. The thing was that I only used about 1/5th of the clothes I had in my closet. I feel bad wasting all those clothes but someone will benefit. [the dangerous thing is that if I didnt have to go anywhere I'd keep them and try and sew them into things, but that wouldn't happen quickly and would leave another pile of scraps...]
I have tons of these tiny Sculpey creatures from before 2003 under my bed. I want to leave them around ton as graffiti-sculpture-glamourbombing. Might not be able to before I leave.
I found an old Pyramid Head papercraft I forgot I printed out! Neat! Gonna build him when I get to school and have an exacto blade again.
I want a suitcase-bookshelf that can be closed and moved and then opened and stood up without fuss to make moving all my books easier. x_x
I'm quite sad that I'm leaving Chris behind here till he can afford to move. Crappy job market isn't helping. also my snakey baby bawwww I wanna bring him with me ;_; | | comments: Leave a comment |
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