home again

Whenever I come home for a weekend my room is spotless and I guess I've never thought about it, but my mom must clean it. I wonder if she cleans it after I leave to go back to school, or before I come home. Or do I leave it like this? I really can't remember. I really doubt it. My sheet is on the bed upside down (a.k.a. the side with stripes is the side not facing the ceiling), and when I noticed that I thought, whoever put them on must not have been paying attention. And then, now, 20 minutes later, I realized I was the one who put them on, a month ago. I find it strange that nothing happens in my room for weeks at a time when I'm away. When I open my drawers there's nothing really in them anymore. All or most of my clothes are at school. I realize I can survive without any of this stuff that's in my room here, because I am surviving without it at school. This makes me think that I should get rid of it. But, if I get rid of everything here, that makes this home less mine

it's way too early to call you

"You're my friend from across the ages, so I can say anything to you and you understand. Isn't that weird?"
"That's not weird. It's completely normal."
"You're right. You're normal. I love you."

I woke up at 7:32 to a call from Austin. He's going to work something out so we can hang out next week when he's home. If this were a movie, it wouldn't happen. We'd go on forever almost seeing each other and then, something would keep coming up to get in the way, we'd keep talking on the phone every so often and years and years would go by until we almost forgot about each other, and THEN we'd accidentally meet somewhere and fall madly madly crazily in love... or something. I hope I don't have a movie life though, because I want to see him soon.

My sleep schedule's all messed up. I didn't sleep at all at all Wednesday night. I started falling asleep yesterday while doing my drawing homework, so I gave myself a 30 minute nap (and when I woke up and jumped down from my bunk bed, I may or may not have twisted my ankle). In Art History, I had to write to stay awake, so when I got home from class at 7 I went straight to bed..... and slept for twelve hours. Oof-da

My room-mate's never here anymore. Her boyfriend moved to Milwaukee a month or two ago, so she's there all the time. That's cool, I guess, but I also feel like he should kinda make some friends of his own, his own age, in the city. Otherwise I'm fully okay with it.

Whomp whomp whommmmmp, I still feel tired.

really weirdy

Currently I'm sitting in the third floor lounge with Vinny going drawing crazy. I started out just wanting to finish my Visual Dynamics project tonight, but after that was done the scribbles came a-flyin', and the india ink too. Vinny made a big giant stencil of my face, but that's top secret! He's moved onto his now, and when we're done, we're sprayin 'em up on this here wall.

Oh yeah I haven't slept.

I'm very excited that Thanksgiving is only a week away, it's my most favorite food-based holiday.

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i'm a dum-dum. you know, a sucker.

am i a walrus?............probably not

Ever since I threw salt over the wrong shoulder (Halloween), I've been having the worst luck. That same day I lost my most precious and valuable pin (a.k.a. Anokijig Knighthood), and since then it's been a streak of bad luck. This includes, but is not limited to: my Mom's car battery dying the day she came up for Parent's Day, the ball of my piercing falling out and refusing to go back in, me falling off of a fire hydrant (what? exactly), losing my ID then getting a new one then losing that one as well, spending five hours in school after my nine-hour day is done just to break and re-glue and break and re-glue and break and re-glue my space forms project, and slicing my finger open with scissors. And that's not even half of it.

But I'm thinking that the streak is over. Now, I still haven't found that pin, and that makes me really sad, but I had a pretty alright day. This morning I did the BBBS thing. Isabel and I colored her art project, then talked about gerbils and cousins and A Wrinkle In Time. I drew her in my little pocket sketchbook and she really really liked it, so I let her keep it. I don't know why this made me so happy, but it did. And then I took a cab back to the dorms, had another lovely conversation with another lovely driver, did my laundry, ate crab rangoon, and went to class.

I be crushin'.... as of.. yesterday, I think? It's been a while- maybe a month- since I've dug a fella. But I'm as giddy as a schoolgirl when this certain feller talks to me, and I talked to him twice today. Giddy giddy me.

This weekend Kyra is coming. I think on Saturday, and then staying til Sunday to see Modest Mouse. I simply cannot wait.

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This is a picture I took for my Visual Dynamics project. The assignment is to do a Chuck Close type self portrait, so I think this one'll be fly. Yadig?

we're jumping out of planes... on purpose!

HEY!






I went skydiving.

oh yeah, the laundrymat

I had this weird thought while I was sitting in the laundrymat, thinking about how it was weird to do my laundry there since I've been doing it in Milwaukee for the past few months, and since my house is only blocks away anyway. And I was waiting for my mom to come and get me, but she was taking a long time. In situations like this when I was younger I'd always get worried that my mom decided to just run away. And if she had, and I was maybe 5-9 years old, I wouldn't know what to do, I'd just cry. If she never came back yesterday, I would have just walked home. So, to run away she'd really have to move out without telling me. And, if all this had happened, and I walked home, and it was empty, I'd probably just hop a bus to Milwaukee and sit in my dorm room confused.



Point: Where is home?

boe joblick

can i just say that i'm in love with my drawing teacher? by that i don't mean i want to marry him or anything... i'm just fully in love with the fact that this man is my drawing teacher. i think it's a perfect role.

friday i wasn't feeling too great when i got to class. he asked how i was, i told him, "kinda sick." after our critique we were setting up to draw the model, and my teacher (code name = boe joblick. real name = obvious) came over to tell me that he appreciated that i stuck around. "you know, sometimes some of your best drawings are done when you aren't feeling the greatest. it sorta like how right before people have seizures, they have epiphanies. does that make sense?" if you say so, boe.

my favorite thing he's ever said is this, and it sums him up real nice:
"i like your use of line and hatching right here. it reminds me of when i go fishing, sometimes i like to take my shoes off and wade into the water, and i never really know where i'm stepping. one time i stepped on a fish. does that make sense?"

the "does that make sense?" gets me every time. because he usually doesn't./

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so i'm home for the night. i left milwaukee probably around 4 pm and i'll be heading back in just about five hours now.

in the short time i've been home, i have:
done my laundry at the laundrymat
macked on some italian house
watched aida (my sister was in it!)
gone to a party
macked on some perkins
stained a billion pieces of wood for space forms (kyra helped)
dyed my hair (dark)
made paper
made a shirt

also, i called ben.. for no reason really. we had hardly really talked since the breaking, but maybe we'll be bros now?



remember him?

queen of rods?

I gave Ally a jingle earlier just to say "Hey, let's start blogging again," so that's what I'll do.

I go to MIAD now. It's amazing, like the perfect place probably. I mean, I'm very very very glad I didn't end up going to UWM or some balogna like that. This school's a lotta work though, and I sleep less now than I did in high school. Sometimes (like right now) I stay up late to finish some work, but usually I'm just up to bake pumpkin pie or hang out with Brad

Which brings me to... I love the people here. I love people in general, ya know? But for the most part, everyone here is pretty enjoyable

So apparently I have a job at the Eisner Museum now. That's the museum of advertising that's actually in the same building as the dorms. I start Saturday I believe

But.. Yeah.. I dunno. I kinda forgot how to "blog."

I still think "blog" is a funny word.

I told myself I'd go to bed by 4, because tomorrow at noon I have to do the Big Brothers Big Sisters jive. Actually I shouldn't say I "have" to, that makes it sound like I don't wanna, and that's far from the truth.

Anyway, Night\


P.S. Clara gave me a tarot card reading earlier. I giggled when I saw the Queen of Rods card