i'm so glad we MET

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As we speak, or as I speak to you rather, I am taking off my booties after running around the metropolitan museum of art ALL DAY LONG. Do you know how long that is? Well I'll tell you.... from 8 to 6. That's like that Dolly Parton musical 9 to 5 except MY REALITY.
Needless to say, my feet stank a lil.
All giraffes aside (there was SUPPOSED to be a pic of a funny elvis giraffe, but blogger sucks like that so you're just going to have to deal with it), I am supa tired, but not tired enough to not tell you nobody about my life! Great things, I know.
Okay kids, let's see who can guess who is searching like a crazy crack head for the rocks she swears she left in her box home... for her decongestants? Trick question: It's not Kate, it's Runny Nose ( my sick and may or may not be slightly native american but definitely part of a tribe or something, at the very least with the weird name and everything MONSTER ZOMBIE ALTER EGO!!! Jackle and Hyde ain't got nothing on me! Realzies though I'm like 30% bitchier and more likely to get mad when people step on my art (JUST BECAUSE IT'S ON THE FLOOR DOESN'T MEAN IT'S FOR YOU TO STEP ON it's my room anyway jeez get out!) You know what I mean? She's legit crazy.
So other than methodically developing an alternate personality I've been super into female vocalists whose voices pop and squal and zing. EXAMPLES TO FOLLOW: Karen O (ov caourse), the woman from La Roux, the Kills lady, and even some... don't make me say it... Bikini Kill (I know it doesn't really fit into the category but it jives with my sick-angry vibe and I've had Rebel Girl stuck in my head all week!) DON'T WORRY TIME TRAVEL, I'm not reverting back to the 8th grade. In actuality, this music kick I'm on def transports me to when I thought I was punk in middle school. Miniskirts with safety pins, ripped jeans, platform shoes (okay I never said I was good at it) I think I even smoked a cigarette once. I'm seriously really glad I'm out of my filthy rap phase THANK GOD because now I'm developing a real music taste (luda, you know you're my boo x2!)
And do you want to know what? I was sleeping/listening to all the TV on the Radio on my way to and back from the Met and I really like them! OKAY I KNOW I'M RILLLY LATE ON BANDS THAT HAVE BROKEN UP or whatever who cares BUT SOME OF US HAVE TROUBLE READING (illiteracy? what does that word even mean? p.s. I love It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia). So here's the lllink to a video of I Was a Lover with a woman with a bag on her head dancing on the street. Check the guy who walks in front of the cam... SO UNDERGROUND.
Love you k bye!

NOT JUST YOUR EVERYDAY SIDEWALK CHALK

This is me doing my drawing homework:

Just kidding that kid's such an amateur!
READY, SET: rapid fire in progress pics:







My homework (which I finished several days before it was do thanks) was to set up my own still life exploring warm and cool color relationships... so I drew a pile of clothes I needed to wash. WELL IT WAS THERE ALREADY OKAY?
Anyway I love pastel and I feel terribly sophisticated taping my drawing to my dorm room door and working the night away! (Just like Degas right?)
Alright, two posts in one day is enough, all none of ya'll need to find something else to do for the rest of today!

If you think like Thomas Edison could you invent a word for me?

p.s. I am obsessed with this Sleater Kinney song One Beat I don't care if I'm late or if it's from 2002 or WHATEVER but it's great.

soanyways I have a question for the world: is it just me or is independent thinking consistently punished? OR IS IT JUST TEMPLE UNIVERSITY. Okay Professor Varonne I'm sorry that I didn't write an essay EXACTLY following your essay topic, but IT'S BORING. I'm sorry to nobody that I keep using caps but that's just how punk I am! I just rushed to a 10 o'clock meeting with him, and #1 it was only five minutes long and on the TENTH floor, but BESIDES that he told me my essay was really good and that I'm doing great in the class and show good analysis blahblahblah BUT THAT I HAVE TO REVISE because I diverge from the topic. Can I get a WTF? Thank you! Sorry I'm acting crazy today but I just think the university system is BOGUS for making me take this remedial class anyway and then telling me I have to dumb down my thinking for it! I'M NOT GOING TO UNLEARN HOW TO WRITE WELL SORRY. Back to things that make sense... pastels!
(in the shnext post because blogger be messin with my head)

FORGOT

Alright so Liz thinks I'm crazy but I think my computers teacher may or may not hate me. I worked really hard on this (aboved) proj... a scanner self portrait in illustrator USING THE PEN TOOL. I know zip about computers so this took me forever and he completely ignored it during crit even though several people wanted to talk about it. ANYWAY point it all zero of you should join my other blog (it's for my computers class) so he thinks I'm an internet sensation and gives me an A... anyway that's the plan. THANKS FRIENDS.

My wallpaper; myself

Okay so I did this wallpaper for my 2dee class and we were supposed to put it in different environments and take pictures (AND PUT THEM IN A BOOK p.s. the shiz is like 7 feet long btdubs) to see how it affected space. I'm very happy with it and my crit went pretty well but Simona (my bulgarian-i think- teacher) had to insert her blahblah coulda-woulda-shoulda contrast business, and while I understood what she was saying I DIDN'T REALLY WANT IT THAT WAY. So with all do respect blahblahblah makes you look like an ass scientist you get the point (to quote 30 rock- which I do). So I just wanted to get that out there to all none of you because it's something about my feelings and you care about my feelings, don't you?
it was the funniest thing when myself and my roommate (yes Katherine, that's you) were out and about around city hall (that's PHiLaDelPHiAhh) and she was so generously helping me with my problems/wallpaper when we would stop to hang it up and take pictures, we drew a ridiculous amount of attention to ourselves (it was really windy). Crazy/homeless people would of course stop, but also we got a lot of pictures taken of us (?!?!) but v intellectual SERIOUS looking men with glasses and ties. Police? Business men? SECRET SERVICE? Nobody knows.