Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Last night


Ladyfriends, originally uploaded by Little Box.

Thank god for these ladies. Recently I remembered that I have friends, most of whom I really haven't seen in the last few weeks while I've been feverishly working on school. But last weekend I made a point to see a few and Hailey and Allison came by last night to roll in laughter and consider the possible causes of my flat, hard chocolate chip cookies (Results: I forgot half of the flour. Normally they're spectacular).

I've definitely got senioritis, and really the only things I want to do are hang out with friends late into the night and watch YouTube videos. And make more zines (I finished my prison one today), draw, read, get creative, cook, rent movies, organize stuff, and make plans. So, pretty much all I DON'T want to do is go to school. Go figure.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Prisons, prisons, everywhere!

I'm embarking on a a new adventure! Or rather, I'm making my first zine and its thrilling. For my human rights class we're pretty much allowed to do any sort of project on any topic related to modern day issues surrounding human rights, so I've decided to put together a "Prisons 101" zine. Apparently, zines are incredible. Before seeking out a way to integrate art and facts into an easily distributed and engaging format, I'd never given much thought to zines, but now that I'm on a roll assembling the content, I'm learning SO much, and the process is SO gratifying that even though I've only started my first one I'm making plans for all the next to come. What else do I want to learn about and share with others? I've been worried lately that once I graduate I'll lack the motivation to keep learning and seek out new things, but...maybe zines are the answer? Today I'm feeling driven and wildly proud of myself.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

In the words of Liz Lemon, BLURGH!

Yeah, BLURRRRRRRRRRRGH! BLURGH! OMG! BLURGH!

Ok, sorry. I'm honestly confused about the date (late February!? What!) because, no, I realize everyone always SAYS this, but I actually MEAN this: where did all my time go!? My theory is that college gets exponentially harder and goes by exponentially faster as you go along. Freshman year was blissfully easy and took forrrrrevvvvverrrr. Sophomore was only mildly more difficult. Junior year came and went, I worked my ass off, and now here I am, a quarter away from graduating and wondering if my brain melted out of my head when I was banging it against the wall.

I truthfully don't know how to feel about all of this. Its hard not to gripe about it 24/7, but I still would like to maintain at least a not completely-abrasive attitude about the universe, so I try to shut up most of the time. But few of my friends are in the same place right now, and its hard to feel understood or cared about when I really just need someone to ask me, "and how does THAT make you feel?" for a solid two hours or so. I have less than three weeks to accomplish everything. All things. All the stuff I haven't started yet. Research projects, anthropological interviews, volunteer work, senior project proposals, a lifesize painting of two figures on cardboard (I know, what?), a zine about prisons and two presentations. Holy jesus.

That, and then apparently my house is for sale and there are always business guys with their BMWs parked outside asking to see my house and Windermere posting notices threatening to evict me unless I kiss their asses and pay them fifty bucks, AND THEN I TAKE THE BUS TO SCHOOL TO FIND OUT THAT NO ONE EVEN BOTHERED TO SHOW UP TO CLASS TODAY! Which is why I'm concerned about a brain hemorrhage.

So here I am, desperately clinging to any rational thought processes I might possess while trying to fit in five required movie screenings for the Human Rights Film Festival during my only hours available to get allll this crap done.

So what do I do?

Well, yesterday I ate an embarrassing amount of cheesecake that another student dumpstered from behind the college, if that tells you anything. I ate like, a quarter of a cheesecake. Out of a dumpster. With my hands. How about that.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

my boy


my boy, originally uploaded by Little Box.

Valentines Day at Tennet Lake, wandering around the flooded boardwalk and reeds. Dinner at Pepper Sisters where I stuffed myself with chili oil topped salmon and raspberry cheesecake. I indulged my inner ten year old by ordering not one, but TWO large Shirley Temples. It was a beautiful day.