Baby I can't drive your car!

Because I can't drive silly! BUT very shortly (an hour and 20 minutes) I will have my first driving lesson... most likely the result.
I know how to drive in a learning by doing sense, not necessarily for real though.
Okay so when I went eyeglasses shopping, I did order some glasses, I went online to try and get a picture of them. These might be mine! They're are in the prosaicly named color grape pink. Alright I KNOW they're called sun moon truth (and designed by Paul Frank... as in monkeys.) BUT I liked them and so did my dad, Hye Yeon, and the salesman Andy (HE said I have a good face for glasses, I know he's paid for that but still...)
Alright , very exciting news!!! Vampire Weekend is playing, at the Electric Factory (in Philly), in April! Tickets go on sale tonight at 10 so I am most definitely getting some and hope to see all none of you there!
HEY GET THAT KEYBOARD OUT OF THAT TREE! WE NEED IT FOR MUSIC!
So that's something I'm excited about, oh and shout out to my friend Matt Looray who went back to school or something yesterday (boo, you suck). We sent him off with a majestic night of driving around and rock band (ye will be missed!).
So that's pretty much my sorry life, I finished Mary Karr's memoirs
yes YOU. (nosey lady)
I think I'm going to see my brother's basketball game tonight, so that should be fun in the sun, and then hopefully tearing it up with my girls!

Much ado about nothing

The nothing being my life. Without school I have no heart, no focus, no drive (jplay I'm being melodramatic)
p.s. weird emo cartoon was a joke!
Well okay so I really have zip to write about.
TODAY my mom started her new job, which is good, but she says it's boring. Right now she's just taking tests and things for legal reasons I think, so hopefully soon she'll get to helping people! Yesterday I was basically cornered into going to this alumni thing for the theater program at my high school and it was very unsettling #1 because I had to walk there in arctic winds at end-of-the-world caliber because I don't have my license yet (gross) #2 is that most of the people that were there I planned on basically counting out of my life so that was interesting.
My Arabic Film & Lit professor was Egyptian and super ESL and he would say that something was "interesting" at inappropriate times EXAMPLE: Oh none of you finished the book that's... interesting or this DVD player isn't working... interesting. He's actually really funny/adorable and has a hilarious accent, I feel bad that I got an A even though I slept through a few classes and turned in my midterm late because it was on the same day as Drawing and 3D.
Changing topics with this segway segue: ... puns.
I went over to Thomas' for some hot tubing, and subsequently received large servings of awkward with a side of weird and trace amounts of surprise! Bad metaphor aside, two of my friends made out while I was in the room. This turned out to be not actually that bad (I'm happy for them?) but was just a little strange because I witnessed it. And not expecting it. But besides that it's fine!

So tomorrow I hope to start to teach myself French with Rosetta Stone. This is step one toward me living in Paris and being a famous artiste! Wow so sorry to disappoint all of nobody that reads this, I really need to get a life because this is actually the worst blog post ever.
Going in the city to get glasses tomorrow at this place called Moscott, my dad got his glasses there and they also make glasses for the Mad Men cast (!). I'm going to look as distinguished as: .
I'm going with my all time sunshine Ms. Hye Yeon Glass, so it will be fun x 6 for all!
p.s. my dad tried to tell my sister to sign offline in AIM lingo but ended up saying : "Tell her ta ta!" in his very best accidental cocktail party voice. So there's something for all none of you to think about.

Where we're going, we don't need roads!

IT IS THE YEAR 2010: Let's dance! Oh Doc Brown, so ahead of his time, so misunderstood, so sexy (jplay). But for realz Back to the Future is the best movie of all of them forever.
So what did I do in 2009?
1) I decided to go to Temple, and had an amazing semester!
2)500 drawings
3) great friends
4) one bike accident and hospitilization
5) two As, two -As and one B
The year ended in the customary sleep over at Sueminn's which closed out the last year!
It was fun... until I come to my new year's resolution: To be better at declining unwanted attention from guys (especially drunk guys).
This guy (who will remain unnamed) was trying to hook up with me like it was his job. I think this was because everyone else in the 8 person group had coupled off and suddenly, we were the only two people left. But I repeatedly declined, telling him no, that I was tired and didn't really know him, BUT IT DID NOT END (he was relatively gentlemanly, I don't mean to alarm nobody reading this, he stuck to pretty PG strokes and kisses, until once I caught him randomly trying to undo my bra... oops). This is not the first time I have found myself in this impossible situation with no way out. Eventually I fell asleep and after about 15-20 minutes he spent lying next to me (sleeping? allegedly) he got up and left, he seemed really mad about the whole thing. But what's weird is I have never expressed any kind of interest to this guy and before now we had been barely friends, and all of a sudden it was "you're beautiful" and "there are more fun things to do than sleep". Although I've had a wonderful year, this disturbing event kind of punctuated the problems I've been having on the man front. The one's who are "interested" in me are only boring guys that I don't really like and their interest is purely opportunist and of a singular nature. I feel stupid, like I've failed at understanding or receiving some kind of womanly secret key to attracting/accepting/deflecting boys. Isn't it something I should know?
Well didn't this take a morose turn... what I meant to say was I had an amazing year and I have high hopes for the next and wish the same to all zero of you!

So believe when i say i'm no better than you Except when i rap So i guess it ain't true

I'm actually the best/worst freestyler ever. (lies) Except for that one time with Katherine at my friend Greg's house when it seemed like a great idea, I just remember rhyming -at words a lot (you know: bat, cat, sat...) v elementary rapping skills!

The reason why I started writing this post is number 1: because I'm supposed to be cleaning my attic/old studio and number 2: because I have a severe disorder.

Which is: I HAVE TOO MUCH (F)ART WORK which I can't ever seem to throw out.

So I've decided to give away most/some of it, good idea?

I know that all nobody of you is just clamoring to receive some original Kates before I become too well known and famous to be cool anymore, so you best jump on the non-bandwagon quick!

Hold on, I'm going to take some pitchas to post so everyone can see/vomit!

This is my 2D final, it's a book!









This is my 4 ft by 6 ft plate drawing!


(Sorry, this is like the selfie version of art photography!)

Wordform compositions:





Drawing of my roomz!


Relational drawing:

This is my first 2D project called mutable self, it's about how I feel when I'm alone.

Alright this next one is a little weird, it's a superhero costume!




My superhero is called the Couch Whisperer and she was bullied a lot when she was little, but she was too scared to stand up for herself. When she's older, she observes others around her being taken advantage of and she decides to help them with all of the insults she's stored up over the years but was afraid to use. So she makes a dress so she can camouflage into this couch and whisper insults to these people so they can stand up for themselves! (win.)
My first 3D project which was to make a plaster mold of a found object, than manipulate it, and use those manipulations to design a module which can be laid out in a pattern and stacked in a column. (Guess what my object was...)

My sister and the stack!



They're twizzlers silly!
I have loads more but no pictures or anything because my dad stole them for his office (some of them were submitted to the foundations juried show... including the couch whisperer... don't mean to be braggers mcgee)
I need to go shower, and see Avatar with my sister and dad, it's supposed to be bad but fingers crossed! Allz the photos are out of wack because I don't know how to use the interweb! boo technology.

She was beautiful and accomplished!

Hey ya! p.s. I have a newfound appreciation for Outkast since Temple it's smart and different, and isn't that something we all strive to be?

The title comes from a very funny dialogue between my sister and my father during the Speidel family ski vacation (aka: force your children to plummet rapidly and uncontrollably down a frigid mountain while you argue with extended family about wine/food/laundry/absolutely nothing the result of which is a 8 hour gossip ridden car ride back home, all assessments reaching that our french uncle Phillipe is an angry and unpleasant person). This is a person whose accent and lack of understanding of the English language is at first humorous, than dangerous, his food snobbery borders on violent, and his inappropriate comments/drinking/snoring know no bounds.
Personally, I think he's exceptionally jolly.

So my dad was arguing with my sister about whether or not she should go skiing, my sister claiming that she was too sore from risking an icy death the day before, my dad fighting back with unusually consistent parental notion that their children should achieve or attempt anything and everything because who knows what the future will bring? (a conceit which never fails to exasperate any situation). My dad is walking away from the argument which he inevitably wins, and my sister goes for a classic Sarah behind the back mutter "I'm going to be the next Natasha Richardson!" (a wonderful woman who unfortunately died of concussive complications when she failed to recognize that she hurt her head fatally while skiing)
My dad, catching the frustrated mutter, brilliantly counters with "Good. She was beautiful and accomplished!"

Ha! I'm sorry for Natasha but that was funny.

I'm about to meet one of my favorite people, my very favorite Brazilian, Thomas (as well as my favorite Korean Hye Yeon, and my favorite Christian Scientist Sabrina) for ice skating so I have to go, but don't worry, I'll tell all none of you about it in an upcoming post!
Meanwhile, my mom feels under appreciated and wants me to mention that the soup she made for tonight's dinner was extraordinarily wonderful! Never have vegetables come together in such brilliant harmony and I'm sure everyone famous agrees.

I just found this picture when I was looking for pictures of soup and I don't know what it means but it's infinitely better and more hilarious! (it's small but the bigger one went off the page!!)
....mmmmbye.

I might cause a cold front if I take a deep breath.

That's right, since I last posted... I have grillz! just playin but I do have a summer job as of an hour ago...

I'm going to be an owl team leader! This means (I believe) that I'm going to orient the freshmen during orientation over the summer at Temple hooty hoo!

Okay, so the reason I have time to blog is that I'm home for an entire month of winter break :{o

What do I do with myself? So that's why I'm blogging, because I actually miss fart school (art with an f in front of it for the ill-informed)

I also miss being perpetually sandwiched by my ugly, loud, hot, concrete dorm building. Between the across the hall neighbors screaming at halo, the upstairs people who must always practice some kind of tap dance at 1 in the morning, the constant shrill of gossipy whispers, and the delicious, un-environmental heating system that communal living allows I think I actually miss (?) living there. My roommate hates the heat, and throws open the windows to let in blaring rap music and the frigid air (North Philly), but she IS from Maine.

I'm going to go to my sister's swim meet (weird right?) Apparently I have nothing to do now but blog and "attend" sporting events.

Don't worry. I'm bringing a book.

Delicious and Nutritious!

So... college life. Very busy, very little time for blogging in the first week! I have ten minutes before I have to get ready to leave for breakfast so I might as well unload now. THIS WEEK HAS BEEN INSANE. Let's review:

Arabic Film & Lit- The teacher just moved here from Egypt, his accent is funny ("you should be weading a wittle bit evewy night"). He's a good teacher ( so far) but I haven't read the book because Amazon is an idiot. On Saturday I received a package (which was the book I need for that class) but "Patrick" the RA who was on duty in the mail room said they were closed and wouldn't open again until tuesday. BUT, he was standing IN the mail room when he said that and I could practically SEE my package right behind him! (Additionally, we're supposed to have the book read by Wednesday, so you can see why I'm pissssed)

Dissent in America- I got the book for that class! It's cool, it's supposed to be an English class, but so far it's more like a history class (which is fine). The funniest part in that classs is Creepy Steve. Let me tell you about Creepy Steve. He's a short stoner guy who lives in my wing and he is creepy, and I'm talking world class. It's not so much what he says but how he says them... (Example: when he found out I was an art major, gave me a million up-downs and said "We should have drawing parties") It turns out he is a "graffiti artist", a few days ago, he told me exactly HOW to get to one of his "works". He proudly showed me a piece he was working on the other day, it said Stupid Cunt (with an upside down temple T... school spirit?). This was the same day he decided to paint both of my arms in yellow paint, with his fingers (apparently, no permission necessary for this.) while saying "You're a canary! You're a leopard!" Okay Steve. After he was done, he told me that he tried to paint a penis on one arm (?!) but it didn't work out (...) This is just the pinnacle of his creepiness, but there are just things he says everyday that never let a person forget just how creepy Creepy Steve really is.

Drawing- Can you say 500 drawings?! I'm up to 206, and I have to have them finished by the end of today. That's all I'm going to say about that class or I WILL cry... and that's a promise.

2D- Oh, Katie Murken... what can I say about that crazy chick? At first I thought she was kind of cool in a subdued, monotone kind of way. But Ryan's roomie (whose clothes I fold when he's out... just for fun! It also freaks him out some... bonus!) who's a sophomore, said that she's an insanely crazy teacher. We have this slightly bs assignment where we have to experiment with different media and point, line, plane, and volume. BUT it can't be representational... it can't really be anything it seems. She didn't want to explain it to us to prevent us from being "tainted". Alright Katie.

3D- Another cool teacher that's potentially a crazy smut. But hey, aren't we all?

Our first assignment is creating multiples of a modular form that can be stacked in a vertical column as well as laid out in a horizontal pattern. That's cool I guess, but I pretty much have no idea what I'm doing. (awesome!).

So that's my life so far. Read it and weep!