Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Mark Twain...

was a sick ass dude. 

We would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.

So true, Mr. Twain, so true. 

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Currently.

My life has been consumed by all of my art classes. Lately, it's just project after project and I've barely had any time to enjoy this lovely weather we're having here in RVA. 

Speaking of Richmond, I usually don't really like Spring, but maybe that was just because I have always been stuck in the West End. I feel like from now on, Spring and I are going to be very close with each other. 

I really can't wait until I get a bike. I'm working on convincing my dad right now to buy one for me. We'll see how that goes. I can't decide on what to get, though. I know I want a single speed road bike with a men's frame, but I don't know what type of handle bars or what colors I want. I love too many, and as I've mentioned before, I suck at making decisions. 

Also, really wanting to go shopping soon. I have a little bit of money, but not much. So instead of hitting up Need or Urban like I normally would, I'll probably hit up the consignment part of Rumors. After all, I did find a Vera Wang Spring Jacket thing for $16 last time I went. Maybe I'll have good luck again next time. 

I skipped Art History this morning. Well, really, I just slept through my alarm. Had a long chat with a friend last night and ended up staying up til 3 a.m. So, I guess I was just tired. This is a one time thing, though. Even though we've only been in school for a month now, I already get the feeling that I'm going to get better grades this semester. 

One worry in my mind, though ---- portfolios! 

So stressful and I really don't have enough work to put in it, or really, just not enough perspective drawings.

I've decided to apply to three majors: Interior Design, Sculpture and Extended Media, and Craft and Material Studies. If I get into Interior Design, I'm going to pick that. I've always had an interest in it and it's an almost guaranteed job. That's a win win if you ask me. 

Things I need to do:
1. Start going to the gym.
2. Stop procrastinating.
3. Find a place to live next year.
4. Find new music to listen to!!
5. Convince someone to buy me a ticket to see Morrissey in March.
6. Convince myself to go see Girl Talk at Tech instead of attending class. 

Monday, February 2, 2009

Panic.

I promised myself that I wouldn't think about 2012 and the end of the world.

BUT, it's sort of hard not to when there are fucking ads all over Myspace about preparing for the end of the world. WTF. 

It reads:

"How would the governments of our planet prepare six billion people for the end of the world? They wouldn't. Survive 2012. Enter the lottery at TheIHC.com"

IHC = Institute for Human Continuity 

I think I'm about to have a panic attack. Not joking.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

It's just the Virgo inside me...

A recap of my Friday night in short:

Everyone's at Doug's and we're all chilling, having a good time. All of a sudden, I go into emotional mode and start crying. Don't ask when, because I can't remember. But basically, the rest of the night (aside from walking way too far down Main to find a party that we didn't end up going to) was spent on the floor/couch of Doug's place. I was a wreck for whatever reason and I'm sure I was being over-emotional. But despite that, all of my friends came to my side to comfort me, even people who I had just met and/or had never talked to before. 

And so what I have come to realize, though I may not always stick to it on certain occasions, is that right now in my life, I have a ton of really awesome friends who will constantly be there for me, and for that, I am so grateful. So, taking that into consideration, I have started to try and believe more what my dad said once. 

Every person you encounter and interact with in your life, you do so for a reason. Either it helps them or it helps you. Not everyone you meet, however, stays in your life for long. Friendships and relationships end, but they do so for a reason. When someone you have a relationship with stops being friends with you, leaves you, or just slowly grows apart from you, it's because the job is done. You no longer need them in you're life. The effect they were supposed to have on you has been made, and therefore, you can move on. But there shouldn't be any permanent anger or sadness with that. Because if they come back into your life, which often, that may happen, that means that there is another way that person is supposed to affect you. It's like with dying. When someone is taken from you, it was because their job on Earth has been fulfilled, they have done what they were supposed to do, and so they no longer need to be here. Whether or not you are ready, unfortunately, does not matter. 

I know this all sounds better in my head and it's hard to write it down so that other people can make sense of it, but I feel that I need to try and do so. So many relationships with people in my life have fallen apart (in a sense) that I just need some sort of clarity. Like Friday, for example, for part of the night, I was crying over someone because I didn't or don't understand what has changed to make things so weird between us two. And I hate it so much and it makes me upset thinking about it, so I was trying to clear my head. 

But in all honesty, one can only do so much, and then you just can't keep wasting your time worrying because it's not likely that the other person is thinking twice about the situation. I have a bunch of good friends now, like I said. I just hate that I just can't be but so content, and what's worse, I hate that I don't have it in me to stop worrying.