just okay

Well, my break from school is just about over. I have two days left and I'm working both days, blah.
The week was just ok because I had hoped to be laying around my apartment watching movies with someone, but it did not work out.

I tried not to be sad or mope about. I know there's plenty of "fish in the sea" but nobody wants the bait I'm dangling, so I don't know what else to do.

I got a few crafts done, but not all my Christmas stuff, so I'll work on that. I worked on a logo for a friend of mine and I hope to go into school on Monday to use the Adobe Illustrator program and bring the logo to life.

Wednesday, I did not have any visitors of the male persuasion, but I did visit my friends Erik and Sergio over at Starbucks.
Later that night, after the season premier of Law and Order: SVU, I went to Addison to a sports bar and danced to karaoke. I met a bartender who works at Macaroni Joe's; he drew this on a napkin for me:

I hope to use it for identification to get free stuff if I go to the Macaroni place in Addison.
"Uh, yeah, I need to see Jason, the guy who drew this for me. He had a few beers by the time he completed this, but he should remember me..."

Thursday I was pretty much restless all day. I was supposed to be working on my crafts, but my muse seems to have fluttered off. I hate when that happens! I'm sure it was because I was thinking of the guy that should have been on my couch instead of trying to attain inspiration.

Today, Friday, I got up "early" (read: 8am) to go play disc golf with my friend Jerrad. We had played at some courses around Dallas before, but he wanted to go to his old stomping grounds at Z Boaz Park over in Fort Worth, so he drove. This course was nuts! Lots of hiking and climbing - which I actually love!  He threw a disc that landed in the creek, so we climbed down to get it and found another disc! It's mine now, but he's holding it for me. I may have to call my friend, Julia, who sells Thirty-One bags and get me a bag to hold all my discs I may continue to find!

This place is pretty popular on the weekends, but there were only a few other people there playing today. Here are some pics of the adventure:

a graffitied trash can I thought was cool

this "disc charging station" comes with instructions!

I had sat to wait for Jerrad to throw his disc and he ended up throwing it
not 15 feet from him and hitting a tree. I was laughing so hard because
I envisioned the disc ricocheting back and thumping him in the forehead!
Hhahahahahahaha! still makes me laugh!

apparently, a "hand charging station" I don't know if the
symbol on the left is for bacon or power, either way...and
then there's the mustache on the right!

After, we went to school to pick up our schedules so we won't have to wait in line on Monday. I may change one of my Friday classes, but I'm not sure yet. We'll see how I feel about it on Monday.

Chow for now, maybe later you'll get your chance...

The question of the day

A Good Woman Feeling Bad
by Maya Angelou

The blues may be the life you've led
Or midnight hours in
An empty bed. But persecuting
Blues I've known
Could stalk
Like tigers, break like bone,

Pend like rope in
A gallows tree,
Make me curse
My pedigree,

Bitterness thick on
A rankling tongue,
A psalm to love that's
Left unsung,

Rivers heading north
But ending South,
Funeral music
In a going-home mouth.

All riddles are blues,
And all blues are sad,
And I'm only mentioning
Some of the blues I've had.

************* And now, the question of the day **************

My luck with guys is no good. The ones I like and want are just like "eh" toward me and the ones I don't want are all "Heeeeey, what's uuuuuuuup?"

When you meet someone, one of two things happens: A) you're attracted to them right away 

or B) after talking to them for a while, you're attracted to them.

I met a guy at a restaurant a few weeks ago and neither of those things happened, yet I told him he could call me. I guess I felt lonely and since nobody ever flirts with me or hits on me, I thought, "why not?" I did not go out with him, though. 

Then, I met a guy in class and both A and B happened AND he asked me out. So I thought, "Yay!"

But that seems to have fizzled out as fast as it happened and it upsets me because I was so excited. "Yay, someone I like finally likes me back." or so I thought.

I don't know what I did wrong. I didn't ask for any type of commitment and I don't think I'm being clingy, I'm just being me. I know I'm not much to look at, but I have developed a good personality, I think. Doesn't that count for something?

I know I'm not  the only girl with this problem. I don't think it's the girls, it's gotta be the guys.  

please watch this video about Dustin Hoffman talking about all the experiences he has missed with women because he's been brainwashed

Honey Boo Boo's mother

Third one in ten years

First things first: I made all A's this quarter at school! Yay me! Now I have a week off and then get to start all over with new classes.

I talked to my mom the other day so she would know I got her emails she sent, and my mom and dad want to get me a plane ticket to visit for Christmas! I'm so excited because I haven't seen my parents (or my sister, who lives 3 hours from them) in almost 2 years.

Now, on to more recent news: I just can't have all nice things happen all the time.

Friday, after my last class, I went out with a guy from school. He pursued me, which is unusual since I am always the one asking guys and getting turned down. I guess I just had it in my head that he wasn't interested in me that way. We didn't do anything drastic, just ate burgers and played at a bunch of Halloween shops. My kind of thing! Will I see him again? I hope so, I like him.

Then, on Saturday morning, on my way to work, I realized my back right tire was flat, so when I got to work, I had someone put the spare on. I was thinking, "Man, I had such an awesome day yesterday and now this. WTF?" I had to work until 7, so all the tire places were closed by then. I'll be taking my tire to get it patched today before work. So there goes that piece of spending money I was looking forward to this week. I guess I shouldn't be too upset, I still have money for food, thanks to an anonymous donor from August.  Also, this flat tire escapade was a lot easier to deal with than my last one. I will spin the yarn about that here:

 Imagine it, a panhandle Texas summer, 101 degrees outside, nothing around for miles, literally, because I was just outside Hedley, Texas. I wore a dress to work for some reason and left early (about 2pm) to go to Dallas to visit some friends and eat Greek food (my absolute fav!) so I could feel better about it being the first day of my period, which always sucks. Tooling down Hiway 287, my car started to severely pull to the left and I knew I had a flat. So I pulled over, got out my spare and my tools and started to change my tire, which I had not done since I was 17. I got two lug nuts off and couldn't get anything else to budge. In the ten minutes or so I had been on the side of the road, not one car on either side of the lane had come by. I was stranded...or so I thought. A little blue Ford Ranger pick-up truck hauling a few bales of hay stopped and the guy and girl got out.
"Hey," he said "you need some help?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm stuck."
So this guy gets my spare tire on and it's flat too, but they just live on the other side of the railroad tracks half a mile up the road. The whole time this is going on, all I can think is "This is how scary movies start....should I go with them to this house they claim to have here and get air in my tire so I can make it to the next town? Sure, what the hell?"
So I follow them to a little house with a huge garage and everything worked out just fine. I made it to the Walmart in Clarendon, got a new tire and headed down the road....about 10 miles before it was flat again! So I called the Walmart back and they came and got me! They put the spare back on and we went back and the guys at the shop super glued everything on. I probably should have gone back home to Amarillo, but I really wanted to go to Dallas and I was super nervous the whole drive there. By the time I got to my friends' apartment, it was well past 10pm and I was starving and too late for Greek.
Driving back to Amarillo, there were no problems. Not until the next day when I was on my way to work, did another tire go flat in the driveway. I called my boyfriend up and he changed my tire so I could take the car in some place and get this straightened out. Turns out, my valve stems all needed to be changed! Why they are not changed when new tires are put on, I have no idea! But, I still think all this could have been avoided had I not sat next to Judas at the Last Supper set up in Groom, TX giving him a thumbs up. Note to self: Jesus does not care for jokes like that.
I wonder if my friend, Stefanie still has those pictures?

It's a secret...

One of my friends signed me up into a secret group on Facebook. It's so exciting! It's an art group and we talk about art. Most of the people there I don't know and some have DeviantArt pages. I have a page there too, but don't do much on it. I mostly use it to look at other art. 

Here are a few projects I did in my beginning Photoshop class this quarter but never did post them. I don't know why, ok?

This first picture was done on a Wacom tablet,

Wacom tablet

 which I wasn't very good at using because I lack hand-eye coordination mostly because I don't play video games, I think. But by the end of class I was getting the hang of it. I drew this garden lady.

And this picture is using some sort of perspective framing deal on Photoshop that I have now forgotten how to use. It's ok, I still have my notes so I'm sure I can figure it out again, if needed.

For my final project in Typography Expression and Experimental class, I designed a font and a poster for it. We got our critique today and my poster design wasn't so good. The font was fine, but the poster sucked. So after class I played around with a few ideas that were thrown out there and designed this and turned it in:

the font poster had to have: the name of the font, the designer (me!),
the alphabet, a pangram, and a paragraph in 12 point font or smaller.

Then my classmate was telling me how much he liked my font and how many ideas he had to play around with it. I gave him my font file to download onto his computer and within a few minutes he had made a face with my letters then he designed this poster for funsies: 

He originally had the little lady - who he designed using my letters - in the middle of the page, but he moved a bunch of stuff around and kept playing with it. I thought it was cool and took it as a huge compliment that another student would do this with something I designed!

Now I just have two more class this week for finals then a week off! yay me!

oh, also, I was mentioned in someone else's blog in case you wanna take a look:

http://sojourniste.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-chapter-of-you.html

so, how they hangin'?

I like to ask this question to random people. Sometimes they have good answers (low and to the left, for example) and sometimes they are completely befuddled and that's the fun part.
Well, here's how mine's hangin': close.
And now that we know THAT, let me tell you what I've been up to in classes.

 I had a presentation to do in Humanities. My project was "Exploring the Gilded Age Through Architecture and the Upper Class in America". I had an afternoon tea with Darjeeling, lemon water, cucumber sandwiches, scones, mushroom pate, and assorted additions. The culinary students really liked the scones, which I made from scratch. "You should be in Baking and Pastry with us!" That made me happy. My slide show was awesome and I had brochures and a diorama to accompany my presentation. Basically, I killed it. When the teacher asked who was going next, one guy said, "I'm not following that!" That made me happy, too.
In my typography class, we got to design our own font! We had to keep a doodle journal for five weeks and the class picked from that.
Here is a poster I'm doing in my font, the name of it, I'm calling Mahal Kita. It translates to "I love you" in Tagalog, the language of the Philippines. It's based on doodles I used to paint on my pants when I was a teenager.
So, what you think?

my diorama, it's the construction of The Breakers, a housethat the Vanderbilt family once used in the summers.

see!? my font is listed!

my font poster. I like it. All the required elements are included!

Things to do at a country music concert when you're not a country music fan...

So my friend, Marci, won two tickets to a country music concert and asked if I would go with her. I'm not a huge country music fan, but it was free and we got to take the train, so I said, "Sure, why not!"

I had never heard of these people but it turns out I actually had heard a few of the songs on the radio before. We walked around and hung out and goofed off before the music started, here are some pics and the list of things to do at a country music concert when you are not a country music fan:

* get attacked by vendors to sign up for "free" giveaways such as pick-up trucks, boots and guitars signed by a singer you don't know

* collect as many "gimmes" as you can; I got a bag from GMC, a boot shaped glass from Sheplers, a koozie from Sheplers and 2 hand fans, one of which is shaped like a cowboy boot from Justins

* spend $16 on 2 bottles of water and a small Pepsi

*bring back empty Pepsi cup for free ice

*empty ice into boot-shaped glass and give empty Pepsi cup to friend so she can get free ice, too

*eat tacos

*put a moustache sticker on the back of a concert chair

*take pictures of "cowgirls" wearing Daisy Dukes and boots

*sing along and dance to songs you don't know

*watch drunk hootchies try to dance

*walk 5 blocks to get to the bus stop so you can get to the train, change trains then get to your car and drive home to take aspirin for your headache

eating tacos

"cowgirls" in Daisy Dukes and boots

where a moustache sticker goes!

waiting on the train to take us to Fair Park

me and Marci with our gimmes 

concert goers on the lawn, the Texas State Fair ferris wheel in the back

well I WAS dancing!

Roger Creager singing the Everclear song

Montgomery Gentry singing "what do you thing about that"

how DOES paint taste?

I was sitting in the break room at work yesterday when I opened up the USA Today that was on the table. I saw a picture of a painting and thought "What the hell is that?"

Turns out, a chimpanzee painted it....with his tongue, and everyone was all excited about it.

The only words that would come to my mind were: "Are ya fuckin' kiddin' me??"

Yes, I am in art school and I'm an artist, but most of the time I don't understand what someone calls art. I am beginning to understand brush strokes and color choices and how an artist decided what to do with them and most of the time, I can see the emotion used to paint or draw something. That, to me is art.
But I don't like being duped. I'm not saying a chimp doesn't have feelings, but come on! This?
To top it off, he won a contest! WTF? I can't even get a scholarship and this furry sub-human is winning fucking painting contests!

The only way I can rationalize this to make myself feel better, is the fact that the money went to his Primate Sanctuary to help other chimps and apes.
FML...here is the whole story:
http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/08/29/chimp-paint-contest/2726163/

"Brent is a natural," said Cathy Willis Spraetz, president and CEO of Chimp Haven.