I FRICKIN' LOVE MATT AND KIM. They inspired me to create the phrase "Sonic courage" (as opposed to liquid courage).

Anyway, today, today was good. I got up, dashed off to figure drawing, drew this model whom I find COMPLETELY GORGEOUS. I love her poses.

Then I went to bio lab. I was exhausted, having not slept the night before. (On a side note, I cannot multitask- I'm listening to "Yeah yeah yeah" by Jack Conte, and it is making it difficult to type.)So I was struggling to keep my head off of the desk for much of the hour. BUT I GOT TO HOLD A MADAGASCAR HISSING COCKROACH AND BUBBLES THE BEARDED DRAGON. AUGH (that's my approximation of the "I came" noise). Then I went slacking for like an hour and it was SO gorgeous outside. I was walking with my friends after lab let out to grab food, and since I was wearing my glasses I could yet make out a thin yellow line across the lake and I was like, "Guaiz, the slack line is up. I must part," and they were like "NO GET BAGELS WITH US" and I was like "But it's been a week since I last slacked. WHAT IF IT'S A MIRAGE AND IT DISAPPEARS AFTER WE EAT" and they were like "Dude."

I assented and got food with them, but I went over to the trees and it wasn't a dream, and there was much slacking. I even saw Scott, whom I haven't seen in a month, so that was nice. Trying to master the sit down start and other foreign stand up moves. Also saw Ian from the gym. ARG I hope no one uses this blog to track people down. Sheee-it.

THEN I CLIMBED AND I WASN'T A THIRD WHEEL AND I ACTUALLY CLIMBED TOP ROPE. Fuck yeah. Fuck. Yeah. I'm still weak, but maybe slightly less so. Also might have a reliable climbing partner and reason to go multiple times a week.

AND AFTER I THRASHED MYSELF I WASN'T CONTENT TO JUST EAT AND SLEEP, so I tried to learn the Thriller dance with a bunch of people from the dorm. I showed up and people were like "Oh, you're Adele? You draw?" and one dude was like "YOUR COAT IS AWESOME" and another chick was like "Did you cut yourself rock climbing?" and I'm like HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ME. Then I learned that it was open door night.

Good times, yo. Good, times.

I've even started on the thirty day sketchbook challenge! Will scan when ready.

30 Days

After I finish this marvelous lab report... it's going down. With love.

I have two hours until my native american lit work is due. I could be working on that, or at least go outside and see if the slackline was set up. Instead I'm listening to When I Decide by My Terrible Friend http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0m4QE-KvuNU&feature=channel

I love Nataly Dawn, and now I think I love Lauren O'Connell as well.

Anyway, I'm busy doing that, as well as musing on my hopes to go and kick animation's ass one day... with love.

Fuck sleep.

I have a nine thirty figure drawing class tomorrow and I am hell bent on showing up entirely un-rested (and likely un-shoed, as well).

Also, here is another doodle that was borne from hearing a certain Avett Brothers song one too many times and having entirely too few hours of sleep:



While I'm not sleeping, I'd like all two of the people who follow this blog to direct their attention to this review of The Social Network:
http://www.pajiba.com/film_reviews/the-social-network-review-im-aaron-sorkin-bitch-.php

Several people have commented angrily on the generalizations thrust upon so called Gen Y, hinting that we're just a bunch of self indulgent narcissists. I don't want people to judge things without acquainting themselves with the context, but this remark was particularly salient: "Gen Y has never been about putting something good out into the world; it’s been about putting themselves out into the world." This isn't necessarily the author's opinion, but mainly a comment on the film's message The review wasn't an indictment against Gen Y . It was a favorable review about an apparently half-decent and culturally pertinent movie. And any movie pertinent to the internet age is inevitably going to have to deal with negotiating the stereotype of the current generation.

But, for my part... I feel like I sort of typify one of these narcissists. I have blog for chrissakes. I draw a few too many self portraits (I remember my dad commenting disdainfully on Durer, saying, "He would want to draw something beautiful and inevitably turn to himself for subject matter." Not verbatim). Much of my writing and drawing are visual representations of conversations with myself.

On the topic of narcissism, though... I wouldn't say I'm in love with myself. Am I interested in myself? Very much so, not only from a self preservation stand point, but also because I thoroughly amuse myself with my foibles and downfalls. I think I have too much self loathing (whether it's true or superficial I'm unsure) to say that I have excessive self love.

I forget which character said this, but s/he suggested that if you weren't interested by yourself then you were boring, and s/he never wanted to be that person.

I dunno. What concerns me more is what a pelvis looks like from a 3/4 angle. Apparently, it's a big concern for animation students.

I HOPE TO JOIN YOUR RANKS SOMEDAY, ANIMATION STUDENTS.

God, I really do need to sleep.

This needs to stop.

There are too many gosh-darned Reeces (reeses?) in this dorm. Or rather, there is reasonable amount, but I am simply eating too many of them.

On a more somber note, my roommate's grandmother died. Given the enormity of the situation I was still (and still am, a bit) overcome by my petty feelings of uncertainty on how best to 'be there.' After holing myself in my room for too long I finally went out and gave her a hug. It's not about me, or my uncertainty. It's helping a friend who's going through a rough time.

On less serious notes (look at me switch topics!) I'm re-reading the Cheese Monkeys. Again. As if I didn't already have enough distractions from studying and socializing. The first time I attempted to read it was in middle school. As the main character is a freshman in college, what better time is there for me to read it? It'll be the college equivalent of having read "Sleeping Freshman Never Lie" in the summer before freshman year. It's all the more fitting because he's majoring in art at a state university; while I don't intend to do that forever, for now we're in the same boat, so what better time to get reacquainted with each other?

I haven't quite met my Hilmillsy Dodd yet, though. Not entirely certain that I ever will.

My roommate told me she didn't think our other roommates could relate, to which I thought, really?

I need to follow more people here, so that I get more updates. That, or I log on too gosh darned often.

HERE'S ANOTHER DOODLE!!!



Fuckin' narcissist.

This weekend marks the first time I actually spent a substantial part of the weekend on campus. I ate dinner at a friend's house, walked around barefoot, ran in the rain, and spent way too much time listening to the radio. I tried to watch a foreign film, but not only was it dubbed, it also had mismatching subtitles. I got angry and stormed out... which was not so much a storm so much as I creeped out timidly not wanting to look like I had no taste. Also, Firefox doesn't seem to think that the verb form of creep has a past tense. WELL, YOU ALSO DON'T THINK THAT THYLAKOID IS A WORD, SO THAT SHOWS WHAT YOU KNOW.

Also went out for sushi with Life Partner for her birthday. Was reminded that sesame seaweed salad is AWESOME. Was also reminded of earlier days of our friendship, which was a little less than awesome. But a good time, nonetheless.

Once again, I'm glad nobody follows this. I am obnoxious XD I also should sleep if my intention is to wake up early to do math homework.

For the sake of sanity, never, ever buy a flexi-sketch book. The cover WILL fall off, and you WILL want to rip out the left kidney of the person standing nearest to you. It was a gift, and I do appreciate it, but.

I attempted to take web cam photos of my sketch book. The strain of trying to hold this floppy thing (sketchbook, not my penis) still, position it correctly and manage not to take shitty pictures was too much to bear. I will try it once more, though, as I am a glut for this sort of pain.

It is 24 hour comic day. FUUUCCCKKK guess who isn't gonna do it.



There is an image. The fluorescent lighting of the dorm probably isn't doing great things for it, but it's the first thing I've uploaded since camp. What I would do to return there...

There are some artist types around here, I'm sure. Must find them.

So I went to a wedding rehearsal dinner with my friend. The event itself wasn't hugely memorable for me, but the things we said were pure gold, like talking about our respective clitorises and non existent penises within church walls.

In the bathroom stalls of this restaurant, my friend was noting that people who didn't know us would think we were lesbian lovers, to which I responded:

"...What if we just exchanged significant looks, and started having rough sex on the bathroom floor ."

My friend didn't stop laughing about my choice of the word 'significant' for several minutes. It was a beautiful moment in our friendship.

I am straight, even if I'm not very good at it.

A note to everyone: learn how to type when everyone else is learning how to type. Frickin' A.