Archive for June, 2008

A moment of silence for our dearly departed

I regret to inform what negative number of people who read this that my precious boots have perished.

So many good times did we have together. Going on memorable adventures. Making great new friends. Battling the Yakuza in the depths of the Amazon. And other such endeavors.

It’s ability to add three inches to my height helped me experience the wonderful lifestyle of slightly above averaged height individuals.

I met so many delightful people at college thanks to those holy footwear. Indirectly, it even aided my meeting with my boyfriend, though he hates to admit it. Silly non-believer.

Although we had a few falling outs…in which my kneecaps got rather scraped and my ankles got dreadfully sore, we still made it through the most difficult of times.

Now with you no longer in my life, I must face the inadequate existence of being negative three inches in height.

I am forced to wear shoes that actually force my feet to bend in such preposterous positions.

Without you reaching high unto my knees, I am forced to expose the horrifying white flesh of my legs. Egads!

The times are hard, but I will carry on with my life. However, you will always remain in my heart.



Until I get a new pair, that is (And why stop at two?). Expect pictures when the new tenants arrive. >:D


This Kid is a Beast

I’m in love with this kids music. Check him out…OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES. Peace.

Some 2 Dimensional Tomfoolery

I still find it hard to believe that I can crank out pieces I don’t hate without doing work outside of class. Zomg indeed.

Assigment: Sequence of a performance using a body part

Assignment: Clothing as Metaphor using texture plates

Found a site with random as all hell blog posts. so I may force myself at gunpoint to post some more random wordy shit. Yah, ciao.

Delicious Tuneskies

I’ve come to the conclusion that one of the few things I am truly passionate about is music.

Music is the one thing I can obsess over. Get emotional over. Listen to one certain album or one damn song over and over again to fully absorb it again and again.

When it comes down to it, I hardly have any passion for art. I don’t get euphoric from a painting or photo or whatever. All I can do is appreciate someone’s talent, wish that I could do what they do, be annoyed with my work, or be satisfied with my work. I can’t be touched or become enamored with a piece, just admire it.

If only I had musical talent.

I plan on being a musical demon this summer. kthanx

On a different note, summer class is pretty fun. I’ll post some of my work from it some time soon. Peeeeace.