Saturday, March 31, 2012


I do not have a tumblr.  I do not have any plans to get a tumblr in the future.

*Watches the tragic loss of twitter follower after twitter follower*

I still love twitter though!

People have told me to get a tumblr.  Like a lot of people. I read some tumblrs, but that's the thing...tumblr isn't for reading.  Tumblr is for reblogging memes and pretty pictures.  It's not serious.  Not that I'm an incredibly serious blogger or anything, but I like to think that I do something more than reblogging Johnlock porn.  I'm changing the universe with mah blog here!

Although...Johnlock porn.

There's this plugin that I'm supposed to be using with sketchup and it's just not working at all.  Like, sketchup shows that it's there, and the tools are clickable, but when I click them, I am not actually using them.  And this is a problem.  The demo videos for the plugin use the older version of sketchup though, so manybe that's why this isn't working.  Still, urgh.  I don't like it when computers don't work.

I need to be more productive today.  Design drawing, here I come!  Tomorrow is drafting day.  I just want drafting to be over right now.  Yuck.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012


I posted about Bodies of Art on Fifteen-Seventeen.  It's pretty legit.  And it's been getting a ton of traffic and making me very happy.
When I was trying to write it, I asked one of my friends about the best way to convey my message.  He told me to write a haiku.

using the body
forest floor is like artist
pretty fabric clothes

I feel so legit.


Never not cool.

Thursday, March 22, 2012


Not dead, just busy. For realz.

I am spelling things that do not have the letter Z with that letter.  I am making poor choices.

My boss occasionally points out that I reference choices fairly often.  This is a habit from camp.  There are no bad kids, just kids who make bad choices.  This can be applied to a number of situations.  For instance, the skirt I wanted to wear today is not a bad skirt, it just made a bad choice to be not clean at the moment.

The skirt makes its own decisions.  Duh.

Tomorrow I'm going to be documenting/interviewing/blogging about my school's fashion show, Bodies of Art.  It will be awesome, hopefully.  And I found someone on the interwebs who was willing to let me interview them!  People don't hate me!  I don't come off as painfully awkward to everyone!  WOOOHOOO!  So that's the post that's going up after the Bodies of Art post on Fifteen-Seventeen.  Speaking of Fifteen-Seventeen, I got to talk to some people who I've had a giant internet crush on for YEARS and it was so.  Freaking.  Cool.  They were awesome.  Really.  I wrote about them.  I am reasonably pleased with the amount of success I've had with that blog so far.  I mean, I freak out about what I'm posting quite often, but no one's told me that they hate it, and people other than my mom have read it.  That's success, right there.


I'm in class, and I have to go to the bathroom again because I guzzled down two bottles of water in an hour.  That might not have been the best decision, but I was thirsty because it has been unreasonably and unseasonably hot for the past week.  Also, my roommateboyfriend made me go running yesterday, and now my legs, THEY ARE FEELING THE RUN.  Ouch.  I think I might go again tonight.  My running goals are something along the lines of "Do not die of inactivity when I am twenty-three." and not very much along the lines of "Run in the Olympics."

So that's what I've been up to.

Also, I have worn shorts/skirt/skirt this week.  CRAZY, BRO.  The people! They are seeing my legs!  I am scared.  Also, I need to get better at shaving.

I am embarrassing myself.  In a major way.  Let's put this on the internet and pretend it never happened.

Friday, March 16, 2012


I feel like I'm in a really odd state right now, going back and forth between moods.  One minute, I have an overwhelming feeling that I'm not good enough, that I'll never be good enough, and a lot of general anxiety about the universe.  The next, everything's wonderful and fantastic and amazing.
I'm not really satisfied with how I'm doing in school right now, but I'm at a loss as to how to improve that.    I know that I have a bunch of work that I need to redo in design drawing, and I need to study more for art history, but other than that?  I have a homework assignment every week in drafting, and it's more of a constant need to do better than any single identifiable action.  3D is actually going pretty well, despite a disastrous last project.  The foam models?  They kind of sucked, but I felt like they were really good while I was working on them.
I just want to be better.
But Fifteen-Seventeen!  It's wonderful and amazing and I'm incredibly excited about it! I'm writing a post for Monday about something that's really interesting and great.  If you follow me on twitter, you might have noticed it a little bit, here and there.  And then, my school has a fashion show coming up, so that should be a good time to generate some original content with interviews and stuff.  Yay for interviews!  I need to email some people, that reminds me.
I really hate email as a form of communication, if you were curious.  I think I dislike my school email more than my personal ones, just because it's less convenient to access.  Since Kendall is a part of Ferris State University,  we have to log into myfsu to access our email, even though they use gmail as an email client.  Their security won't let me connect it to my desktop and ipod email either, so I have to go out of my way to be notified about school stuff.  Yuck.
AND THE MAGAZINE.  It's awesome and exciting and yay.
I'm being happy, right?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Quote of the Month

"The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life—and one is as good as the other."
Ernest Hemingway


Wednesday, March 7, 2012


I'm feeling odd, uncomfortable, listless right now.  I don't like it very much.

I need to email both of my old art teachers, to ask them their opinions of what I should do.  I know it's what I need to do, and I know that talking to them would help me figure it out, but I can't quite figure out what to say.  I can't figure out what to say because deep down, I don't want to email them at all, I want to think about this on my own and feel trapped for days, rather than admitting that I did something wrong, made the wrong choice, and failed because of it.

I am not particularly sure that I want to go back to Kendall next year.  I don't know if this is just a situation of being scared of commitment to an institution, or if this is something bigger and more serious.  I feel like I'm hearing stories of how much my friends all LOVE COLLEGE SO MUCH and I'm kind of like "Eh.  I mean, I guess it's okay." and I don't know if that's just a feature of me being me, or if that's an issue of the college that I go to and the program that I'm in.  The whole reason I picked Kendall over some other school was the furniture program, but now I'm not sure about it.  This feels like the first weekend I was in GR, before classes started, before I really knew anyone at all.  I remember being overwhelmed by the feeling that I was doing something incredibly wrong.  This feels a little deeper, as though I'm going to keep on feeling like this unless I do something to change it.  And I am, doing something to change it, at least.  Fifteen-Seventeen is a new project of mine.  I finished up the first post for it today, after much wringing of hands about a suitable topic.  I need to write a next post, and a next one, and another one after that, but I have no idea how to generate original content.  I just want everything to be absolutely perfect, and I'm paralyzed by the need to make it so.  I feel as though I don't know what I'm doing at all.  I'm on spring break right now, back in Novi, and it feels like I know a reasonable amount about design, given that I'm surrounded by people who don't know much of anything about it.  When I'm at school, it feels more like I don't know anything and I'm not learning anything.  I don't like the feeling, that I'm not learning anything.  I know that I've gotten better at drawing, and that I know more about art history than I did at the beginning of the year, but other than that?  About furniture?  What did I learn in Intro to Furniture, other than the fact that the department has no communication, or else they would realize that people need to take Drafting for Design before they take Intro to Furniture, especially if they'd like people to know anything about detailing.  Also, Drafting.  It's causing me so much rage, I'm going to avoid talking about it.  The internet is a public place, and there's nothing preventing my drafting teacher from reading this blog.  I hoped to grow, creatively, but I don't feel like I've done so as much as I would have in a different place.  3D has been pretty good, if we can just repress the memory of critique from last Tuesday.  It was not good.  It did not go well.  I have not received my grade yet, and like opening AP or ACT scores, I'm not quite sure that I'd like to know.  But, of course, it's art school and grades don't matter, it's all about what you learned.  I had my Art History test on Thursday too, something else to worry about.

If there's one thing spring break is good for, it's worrying about school.  And going on fantastic road trips with friends from your high school quizbowl team to Pittsburgh and Niagara Falls.  It was awesome, thanks for asking.

I miss quizbowl.  A lot.

I feel like there's nothing keeping me at Kendall, nothing that I've grasped onto and felt anchored to.  I've tried, I think.  I was going to the writer's group for a while, but they really seemed like a group of friends who all took over writing club, and didn't particularly welcome anyone new.  They're the people who hang out on the second-floor balcony, constantly occupied.  I went to Kendall Christian Fellowship for a while too, but it felt like I was playing up religion more than I was really comfortable with, and they were kind of more than I could handle.  I was reminded of this woman who I worked with in the election last year, who mentioned how God had blessed her or how her faith in Jesus had helped her with something near constantly.  If that's how people feel, I don't have a problem with that, but it's not how I feel about my faith.  Since I've been taking 3D and being more interested in sculpture, I've been going to the Functioneers, the functional art club.  They seem like they're interested in actually doing things and participating in the local art community, which is contrary to the way a lot of groups seem to do things.  I'm also participating in the school literary journal, which has potential to be pretty great.  I'm trying to do things and be involved and make friends, but I didn't expect it to be this difficult at all.  I think there might be some difference in how socially abled I perceive myself to be and how socially abled I actually am, in that I distort my awkwardness and shyness to be a far bigger deal than they are.  Maybe it's because Kendall feels like a commuter college, like I'm going to U of M Dearborn or Wayne State or something, not quite like going away to school.  Other people have mentioned that Kendall sometimes feels like the community college of art schools, and I see where they're coming from.  Maybe it would feel different if I lived in 5 Lyon, the apartment/dorm thing, I dunno.  It'd be nice to live that close to school, but for that much money, I could have my own apartment, not share one with three other people.

All of this makes me wonder if I should transfer somewhere else, and if so, where, and to study what.  I could get into and afford any of the public universities in Michigan, with the possible exception of U of M Ann Arbor.  If I went to one of them, what would I study?  Study art, coming from a school that's far more focused on the subject, and therefore, a better place to study it?  Art history?  That one's guaranteed to lead to a job in the field.  English, you have the same problem.  What else?  History?  Maybe this is a problem rooted in middle class notions of going to college so you can get a good job so you can afford to buy a house and send your kids to college, but I feel like I need to study something that I'll be able to use in a career, of some sort.  I feel like I could spend a year just making the decision to transfer somewhere else, but if I'm going to transfer, I need to know right about now, so that I can get a portfolio together (if it's an art school) or get an application in for winter semester.  I would take a year or a semester off from school, if I thought that I would do anything productive in that year and not just wallow in self-pity while pretending to work on a novel.

I need to write something worth reading.

I need to be more focused.  I need to do well in school.  I need to stop worrying.  I need to be smarter.  I need to be better, overall.  I just need to figure my shit out, really.  That's all I need.

Getting out of this town wouldn't hurt either.  Every time I'm back, I remember how little there is to do.

I need to go to bed, Justin's going to wake me up tomorrow, needing a ride to school, and nothing about that situation is going to be pretty.

Thursday, March 1, 2012