Gleecap! Season Three, Episode One

Alternately titled: I really, really like Chris Colfer.  A lot.

I'm super crazy pumped for a new wonderful episode of Glee tonight.  Just so you know.

Overall, this episode was good.  Not, say, Power of Madonna/ Cheesus/ Duets good, but it was pretty good.
Starting this episode, I had pretty high hopes.  I hoped that maybe, since it's season three, the writers would get their act together and it would feel like they actually discussed the show once in a while.  And that every episode written by Ryan Murphy wouldn't suck so much.  And I hoped for more character development on Quinn.  Remember that talk?  Remember the "You get everything you ever wanted, and I get the boy" with Rachel?  I wanted more of that.  I have big hopes and dreams for Glee.  Very few of them are met.

Onto this episode...
Wemma?  Really?  Why do we keep on putting ourselves through this trash?  I almost turned that shenanigans off, but then I remembered that there were good things coming later on.  The introduction of the piano concept came next.  It seemed dumb and very...Schusteresque.  At least they've got his stupid character down pat.
I love when Rachel and Kurt are friendly.  I love it so much.  I love that they have this little joint future going, I love that they're talking to Emma together.   Love love love.
Wasn't Blaine older than Kurt?  I thought he was supposed to be some kind of older gay role model.
Quinn, I liked you for five minutes of last season.  What are you doing?  What happened?
Sue...you are so evil, but no matter what you do, you'll always be better than Will.  You could be kicking puppies, and I would still like you better.
This whole "Santana switching teams" deal is a little bit of an obvious metaphor for her sexuality.   The next note that I've written down is "Santana on table - I see your stripper future."
Did Jacob Ben-Israel actually film Brit's crotch?
This season's "Yay back to glee" number isn't as good as "Empire State of Mind".  Just saying'.
The pepperoni in bra line...Classic, classic Brittany.
This new girl was from Stick It.  The more you know...
This whole song...I like that Kurt and Rachel both like Wicked...but I do not like this song. And the choreography is dreadful.  Take two excellent performers and have them do a number that just...sucks. Way to go.
Since when is Blaine's last name Anderson, except in the Dalton-verse? There is so much Klaine perfection.  So much Klaine perfection, and their BOWTIES.  Sigh.  I love them so much.  Best couple on this show, by a long shot.
A piano would never ever burn that fast.  And I don't like this Quinn in the least.
I am still love love loving Kurt and Rachel as friends.  So much love for that.  That one little clip of Kurt saying that he won't give up on Rachel?  That's going to be my inspiration for NaNoWriMo this year...and for the rest of my life.
Does anyone remember that part of the pilot where Team Sue was standing in the exact same spot as Quinn?  I want that to connect.  I want Quinn to have an identity again.  I want her to get her shit together.   And apparently Beth is coming back, which will further complicate the Glee-verse.  It's good to know that the writers think it's acceptable to drop a storyline for an entire season and bring it back like nothing has happened.  LEGIT.
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Back at home again.

This was my weekend.  It was great.  I went up to camp on Friday, right after I got out of "The Kendall Experience" and got there around 3:30.  No one else was there, which was a surprise.  I'd never been at camp alone before, so that was kind of strange.  It's very, very quiet.  I went to my car, got out my blanket, climbed up into my ceilingbed, and took a nap.  I woke up a while later by someone calling my name.  People!  At camp!  Still, there were only three of us there for dinner, and everyone else trickled in that evening.

 Saturday, we went on a hayride.  When I say "hayride", I mean "Ride on mattresses in the kubota trailer", which is like a hayride, except that it doesn't smell and is more comfortable.

We went to the pipeline, where I hadn't actually been yet this summer.  It was...the same as ever.
I really, really like camp.  Sigh.
Now I'm at home, where I've finally installed Adobe CS all the way (I had to prove my status as a student before I could get a serial number for my copy) and tried to install CAD.  And...I'm going to eat dinner, study for art history, try to work on my 2D project, and hope that everything goes well for my job interview tomorrow.  Not nessecarially in that order.
I'm hoping (fingers crossed) that I'll be able to get my act together and get a Fiction Friday up this week.  It's been a while since we've had one, and I...need to get my butt writing more.  Truefact.  How many days until NaNo?

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This isn't one of those.

This isn't one of those late night early morning posts where I'm fueled by coffee and diet pepsi and feeling sad and alone and worried.
This isn't one of those posts where I bemoan the fact that I don't blog enough, that I'm not good enough.
This isn't one of those posts where I contemplate the future.
This isn't one of those posts where I talk about writing.  About how all I want to do is write.  About how I wish I could write something perfect and publish it and have something to be proud of.
This isn't one of those posts where I mention that I need to take a shower.
This isn't one of those posts where I mention how interesting other people's lives are.
This isn't one of those posts where I come to the tragic realization that I can never be all that I aim for.

I'm not one of those people.

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My Friday.

I woke up at an ungodly hour to go to "The Kendall Experience" where I learned about budgeting.  And alcohol.
And then I went and talked to one of my professors about an assignment that I'm going to redo.
And then I redid the assignment.  Loitering in the furniture room.

It's a fun place to be.

And now I'm going to pack my stuff up, go to the post office, probably go to Bigby, and then either go home, or do the productive thing and work a little more on my dimensions assignment.  Last night, I thought that I should have my measuring tape with me so that I can measure furniture at stores.  I didn't remember to put it in my backpack, so I really should stop at home first.  And probably eat lunch.  And then go and work on this thing.  

And then tonight, Derek's visiting!  Yay!

And then tomorrow, Lauren's visiting!  Yay!

College is just a nonstop party.

While I was sitting in the furniture room, loitering, I was listening to a podcast.  I was alone, so I figured that I didn't need headphones.  Someone walked in to the room to use the microwave (we have a microwave and mini fridge.  Being a furniture person has its perks.) It was the Freakanomics podcast.  About suicide.  Awkward.

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Minipost: n. In between a tweet and a real blog post.

Today at Furniture Club, this couple* who were both designers came in to talk to us.  They were pretty cool.  Gayle, the chair of the department**, asked them to each say the three things that were the most important skills to have in the industry.  She said networking and drawing.  He said drawing.

Clearly, counting is not a necessary skill.

Btw, this is the collection that she designed.  I saw the renderings and sketches.  Pretty legit.

I finished reading A Study in Scarlet*** today.  And I got Sense and Sensibility from the library to read on the bus.  Someone on the bus thought it was funny that I was reading.  I'm not sure why this was amusing.  People read all the time, and I'm currently regarding my commute time as the time when I can read all of the things that I would have read if I was...deeper.  Like Austen.  And Doyle.

*Brangelina if Brad had a southern accent, basically.
**She's the chair of the furniture department.  This is hilarious.  Feel free to laugh.
***All because of Sherlock.  Sigh.

Quote of the Month

"The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create."

Chuck Palahniuk

It's only Wednesday.

But at least it's hump day!
And I only have "The Kendall Experience" on Friday, so it's almost like it's Thursday!  Right?
Sure.
Last night I didn't do any homework.  That was probably a mistake.  And I went to bed too late, so I was feeling a little too tired during Intro to Furniture Design.
Judging by the number of misspellings in this blog post, I should have slept a lot more.
Tonight, I will be getting home, eating dinner (Do I need to go to Meijer?  I don't have any vegetables at home.  Do I need vegetables?  They could probably wait a couple days.) and doing homework.  My homework shouldn't take very long, so when I'm done, I will be sleeping.  It will be glorious.

I still haven't written what I said I would write.  I've drawn some stuff, at least.
I should write more.  But first, I should study for Art History.

Create.

You know, like, make stuff.  I need to do that.  I need to make something for myself, something not school related, something that is satisfying and makes me feel like I matter.  I should really work harder on this novel.  I like it, I like it a lot, but it's hard to motivate myself.
Okay.  Here's the deal(io).  My current wordcount is 3391.  By the time I go to sleep tonight, it will be 8,000 or higher.  And, as an added bonus for my lovely, lovely readers, there will be a drawing, created by me, of something in my bedroom.  Probably my chair.  Or desk.  Posted on the blog.
Making promises is probably a good way to force myself to do stuff.

Today during lunch, I made myself a new twitter profile image.  I like it quite a bit.  I used the tutorial made by the ever-inspiring Door Sixteen.

And here is a random picture that I took quite some time ago.  It's muffins.

Solid.

Plan A1: Become a wealthy famous JK Rowling.  Drop out of college.
Plan A: Marry rich European man so you don't have to go to college.
Plan B: Go to college, get a degree, then hopefully find a rich european man to marry
Plan C: Live on a bay in Ireland across from Andrea. Swim over to her lighthouse every day so she can bake me cookies.
Plan D: Go to college, get a degree, work....and work for the rest of your life.
Plan E: Make quotes into a marketable product somehow because Samantha always picks the best ones.
Plan F: something involving me making money so I could fund your artness.....shoot what was it? thinking.
Plan G: The above plan of being a therapist's therapist.

Emaline is helping me plan my life out.  I really do like college though.  It's just like high school, except it doesn't suck.

Today I sat in a room full of adults and listened to someone talk about design.  It was very enlightening. This homeskillet was friends with...
wait for it.
CHARLES EAMES.
Yeah.
What else happened today?  I was late for the bus, I saw a white Lamborghini on the way to school, my professor for Written Rhetoric said that she liked my style, I ate lunch at Christian Club, I went to Design  Drawing where it seems like my perspective is way better than a lot of people's.  I didn't do well on the last homework assignment though.  Then I went to 2-D Design, where I released my neurotic freak self into the wild in an effort to use rubber cement to attach pieces of paper to a piece of mat board in a grid pattern.  It was satisfying.  I still have to do all the lettering on that.  I think I'll do it by hand.  Then I went to the Design West Michigan talk, where the above talk happened.  I saw three of my professors there.  And the dean of my school.  And then I went home.  After I got off the bus, as I was walking to my house, I did some kind of crazy toe-stubbing-tripping-on-uneven-cement action, and now my toe hurts.  A lot.
And then I went on Facebook and Skyped a little and read fan fiction.  I don't have a real class tomorrow. Homework can totally wait.
Sherlock slashfics practically write themselves.

Go College.

Tenki go college? Yep. Same idea. I shouldn't be writing this blog post right now. I salhould be finding examples of the Gestalt principles of design. I don't care enough about the gestalt principles. Is that bad?
I have my new written rhetoric class tomorrow.  I hope it's better than the other teacher I had.
I want to be good.  I want to be better.  I want to convince myself that if I work at this, I can get it.  I can get it.  I can get this.
I should really go to bed.