I've slayed the ferocious emo-dragon..
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transomwhiplassWhat can I say, I'm the ultimate badass.
Today was the combined happy/saddest day of the term and possibly year. I had my final review, which was subpar at best. However, I sincerely don't care anymore. I've been a tired, overworked, underfed, bitchy, humorless, pathetic lump for the last week. Frankly, it's no wonder. I mentioned in a delirious friends-only post that I'd gone three days without sleep. I was going to do four before my studio family's terror filled eyes, sad pleas, and empty threats to take away my olfa & exacto knives, computer, and Rockstars away that I realized I'd gone over the edge. Honestly, it was disturbing. I'm still freaked out. I felt completely "fine" when I went home, I felt like I no longer needed sleep. I no longer needed food. I felt like I was above all of those earthly trivialities and I was starting to no longer feel human. I think that level of indestrucability is probably what leads people to do stupid shit like jump off buildings or just go totally bonkers. It was to the point where I would like.. scratch my face and not really feel it. I mean, I felt the itch go away but I didn't gain any satisfaction. I don't know how much better to explain it but I started doubting that the itch even occured in the first place. So besides all of that crazy shit and the fact that I had flashes of feeling like my cheeks were going to explode.. I felt okay. Like I said, I doubted any of this as actual sensation and more of a figment of my deluded mind. I have no idea now what was going - whether I was imagining things or just over-philosophizing in my sleep deprived state. Whatever. It was uncool. Honestly, I would find myself zoned out for periods of 7-15 minutes which I can only guess were naps or brief periods of catatonic states. Either way, I was raving that I was on the verge of becoming da Vinci or Edison because I'd accomplished their "secret."
No worries. That sentence is actually a normal bizarre claim on my part. Annnnyway...
You may ask why I love this major despite this? It causes me to do dumb, irrational things but if you can find something that you will spend three sleepless nights honing in on so fervorously that you will deny your body basic needs so you can spend every second cultivating even the smallest detail.. you know you've found love. I can't imagine doing anything else that would make me happier. I haven't found a stronger concentration of folks that are weird "just like me" since APO, but these people are like.. really weird like me. It's crazy and unhealthy, but I'm obsessed.
Yes. I realized that for two terms, I've posted absolutely nothing of what I've done. Seriously, I don't think my parents have even seen any of my work. The next few posts will be me going through all of the crap and showing off my children. I'll start it off with the most recent project. It's the original file I printed from, so kind of huge (it's a 42"x72" poster) and it's still in .pdf format. I didn't spend 48+ hours in illlustrator doing perfect line weight and drawing arcs so I could botch the perfection with a shitty jpg. Okay, it's 4.4 mb.. deal. You love me that much and you can delete it 5 minutes later. Oh and don't read the vision statement or I will laugh at you 50x harder than you will laugh at me. Don't ask. My professor digs them even though nobody else does. I don't have a photo of my model at the moment. That's okay because it's ghetto and it's only redeeming quality is that it weighs a surprising amount and could be used to bash in a cocky professor's skulll if necessary.
Kidirga Hammam
ARCH 222 Website
Okay. Sot that is this term in a box. I just realized everything else is in real-tangible-y form and not in imaginary digital file format. oops. Well I have to build a portfolio website for that stupid shitty 222 class so I'll be all over that crap in the next week.
Ugh, I have to write a paperrrrrr...
I'm so prepared for social butterfly-ness!! I had to miss
3
3
3
3
Yes, three parties in the the last two weeks. I missed Lindsay's surprise b-day party, I missed Adam's "Dionysus Fest" (which was extra suck because I haven't seen him and James and forever. Well, actually I saw James today when I was at the bus stop - someone muttered "Sarah sucks. Oh how I miss those boys, they warm my heart with their ridiculous philosophy majors), and I missed the Hairspray Party. Disappointing. Very disappointing. I'm obviously not hardcore enough. When the studio kids cut me off, I seriously considered going to a party instead of sleeping. I decided just getting the sleep part "over with" was probably more worth my while.
Oh well, I will be making up for it hardcore this week. In my social calendar:
- Thursday, Studio Wrap-Up party (probably not the last - D-Met wants in so this will probably be a "kids-only" pre-funker for whatever will go down at Broadway Place or the University Neighborhood house - wherever he's currently living).
- Friday, Toga toga toga! This reminds me that I have to find the $5 magenta fred meyer sheet that I bought for the occasion.
- Saturday, Banquet & (later) 80s party.. maybe I should pull out that sketch blonde-in-a-can shit that I bought on a whim two halloweens ago.
Now.. to write this paper. On graphic memoirs.boohoo.
OH! I'm so excited, I get an iSight for father's day! (My dad wants everyone to have one I guess). Now I will be able to make a weepy vlog to document all of my shenanigans. YouTube celebrity - here I come! Yeahhh.. no.
Today was the combined happy/saddest day of the term and possibly year. I had my final review, which was subpar at best. However, I sincerely don't care anymore. I've been a tired, overworked, underfed, bitchy, humorless, pathetic lump for the last week. Frankly, it's no wonder. I mentioned in a delirious friends-only post that I'd gone three days without sleep. I was going to do four before my studio family's terror filled eyes, sad pleas, and empty threats to take away my olfa & exacto knives, computer, and Rockstars away that I realized I'd gone over the edge. Honestly, it was disturbing. I'm still freaked out. I felt completely "fine" when I went home, I felt like I no longer needed sleep. I no longer needed food. I felt like I was above all of those earthly trivialities and I was starting to no longer feel human. I think that level of indestrucability is probably what leads people to do stupid shit like jump off buildings or just go totally bonkers. It was to the point where I would like.. scratch my face and not really feel it. I mean, I felt the itch go away but I didn't gain any satisfaction. I don't know how much better to explain it but I started doubting that the itch even occured in the first place. So besides all of that crazy shit and the fact that I had flashes of feeling like my cheeks were going to explode.. I felt okay. Like I said, I doubted any of this as actual sensation and more of a figment of my deluded mind. I have no idea now what was going - whether I was imagining things or just over-philosophizing in my sleep deprived state. Whatever. It was uncool. Honestly, I would find myself zoned out for periods of 7-15 minutes which I can only guess were naps or brief periods of catatonic states. Either way, I was raving that I was on the verge of becoming da Vinci or Edison because I'd accomplished their "secret."
No worries. That sentence is actually a normal bizarre claim on my part. Annnnyway...
You may ask why I love this major despite this? It causes me to do dumb, irrational things but if you can find something that you will spend three sleepless nights honing in on so fervorously that you will deny your body basic needs so you can spend every second cultivating even the smallest detail.. you know you've found love. I can't imagine doing anything else that would make me happier. I haven't found a stronger concentration of folks that are weird "just like me" since APO, but these people are like.. really weird like me. It's crazy and unhealthy, but I'm obsessed.
Yes. I realized that for two terms, I've posted absolutely nothing of what I've done. Seriously, I don't think my parents have even seen any of my work. The next few posts will be me going through all of the crap and showing off my children. I'll start it off with the most recent project. It's the original file I printed from, so kind of huge (it's a 42"x72" poster) and it's still in .pdf format. I didn't spend 48+ hours in illlustrator doing perfect line weight and drawing arcs so I could botch the perfection with a shitty jpg. Okay, it's 4.4 mb.. deal. You love me that much and you can delete it 5 minutes later. Oh and don't read the vision statement or I will laugh at you 50x harder than you will laugh at me. Don't ask. My professor digs them even though nobody else does. I don't have a photo of my model at the moment. That's okay because it's ghetto and it's only redeeming quality is that it weighs a surprising amount and could be used to bash in a cocky professor's skulll if necessary.
Kidirga Hammam
ARCH 222 Website
Okay. Sot that is this term in a box. I just realized everything else is in real-tangible-y form and not in imaginary digital file format. oops. Well I have to build a portfolio website for that stupid shitty 222 class so I'll be all over that crap in the next week.
Ugh, I have to write a paperrrrrr...
I'm so prepared for social butterfly-ness!! I had to miss
3
3
3
3
Yes, three parties in the the last two weeks. I missed Lindsay's surprise b-day party, I missed Adam's "Dionysus Fest" (which was extra suck because I haven't seen him and James and forever. Well, actually I saw James today when I was at the bus stop - someone muttered "Sarah sucks. Oh how I miss those boys, they warm my heart with their ridiculous philosophy majors), and I missed the Hairspray Party. Disappointing. Very disappointing. I'm obviously not hardcore enough. When the studio kids cut me off, I seriously considered going to a party instead of sleeping. I decided just getting the sleep part "over with" was probably more worth my while.
Oh well, I will be making up for it hardcore this week. In my social calendar:
- Thursday, Studio Wrap-Up party (probably not the last - D-Met wants in so this will probably be a "kids-only" pre-funker for whatever will go down at Broadway Place or the University Neighborhood house - wherever he's currently living).
- Friday, Toga toga toga! This reminds me that I have to find the $5 magenta fred meyer sheet that I bought for the occasion.
- Saturday, Banquet & (later) 80s party.. maybe I should pull out that sketch blonde-in-a-can shit that I bought on a whim two halloweens ago.
Now.. to write this paper. On graphic memoirs.boohoo.
OH! I'm so excited, I get an iSight for father's day! (My dad wants everyone to have one I guess). Now I will be able to make a weepy vlog to document all of my shenanigans. YouTube celebrity - here I come! Yeahhh.. no.
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Woah
Date: 2006-06-06 07:19 pm (UTC)(Not to be confused with plain sexy, which merely is attractive. "Teh sex" is the actual act of copulation, thus shows signs of greater merit.)
Ten weeks of work definitely shines in the bathhouse... it's just incredible. Maybe it's all in the presentation? ^_^
It's good that you've put the whole distress involved with the APO position aside to enjoy your awesome I-survived-this-goddamned-evil-quarter break.