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Monday, November 02, 2009

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 02:36:08 GMT

Basically, after this week, after this Sunday at 6:45 p.m., my semester just goes doooooownhill. In a good way. Duty all this coming weekend, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. But after that! That's when it gets good. One more day of duty the following Tuesday. No more duty until finals week. Four whole weeks free of duty :) Illustration cancelled all next week, and art history cancelled on Thursday. Meaning I only have class until 12:05 on Tuesday, and I only have one class on Thursday- done at 10:40. Gil comes the next day. One more week and Gil will visit again! Two days of class then home for Thanksgiving! I can't wait to go home. I miss my mom and my brother and moe and my animals and everything. And then back for 2 weeks of class and 1 week of (no) finals and a couple (probably easy) duty days. Winter break! :) Aaaaahhhh so good. Soooo good. Just gotta get through this next week/weekend.

That paragraph probably didn't make too much sense to anybody, but it sure as heck made sense to me. And it makes me sooooo happy. That's all that matters.

I hope spring semester is good. I got really lucky this semester with Krissy coming up and my duty schedule and getting to see Gil at least once every two weeks. I hope I HOPE it's just as good next semester. I only have to get through one more semester, then it's SO much better. Gil will have a car on campus, I'll (hopefully) have a care (but first, a license) on campus, so we can visit each other as much as our hearts desire. I can't wait for summer vacation again. Just too good.

I had a lovely lovely weekend. Not very eventful as far as halloween festivities go. No costume, or anything. But it was spent in good company and that's all that matters :) I'm glad we were all together last night. Probably won't see everyone again until winter break. Yeah, I'll see most during Thanksgiving break most likely, minus krissy :( sad face. It's okay. Winter break is almost here.

I cannot wait for Gil to come visit in two weeks. I've been going up to Uconn a lot and it's been great, but he hasn't come here in a while. And I love when he comes here. I promised him Harry Potter and pizza rolls and crossword puzzles and a trip to the mall when he comes. And mario kart! He promised he'd play mario kart with me.

Talk of Jess getting an apartment this summer? How amazing is that? It makes me feel so old though. I'll be going to visit her at her very own apartment, not her house where she lives with her parents and sister. In a few years, we'll all be graduated, and we'll all have our own apartments/houses. How crazy is that to think about? I'm going to be 20 in July. 20. Old. Wowowowow. I'm just so happy and excited for Jess though and I'm going to go see her all the time in her new shiny apartment :)

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 00:47:43 GMT

I'm tired and I'm already wondering when summer vacation will be here. It's only been a month? Not believing it. The weather is only gonna get colder and the days are only gonna get shorter, and I'm already hoping for sun burn and days at the pool. My oh my.

This winter better be exceptionally warm so I don't freeze walking to class, but with a few snow storms thrown in because don't we all love a good snow day?

Yeah, okay, I guess there's some good things about winter. Snow days, hot chocolate, jackets, Christmas and snuggling under a blanket to watch the snowfall. Mmmmm so good. I remember when I first got hold of U2's newest album last March, it was midnight and snowing. And I laid in the common room on the couch in front of the window and watched the snow fall while listening. So wonderful.

I don't even care about Christmas this year. Well, no, I'm excited. Cause I love decorating and buying people presents and all that jazz. But I mean, I don't even want anything this year. Does that mean I'm getting old? I just don't want my parents to stress out about Christmas and buying me stuff. Everybody's just so poor now a days. All I want are some more contact lenses, to get my tooth fixed and Dan Brown's new book. And I'll be happy.

God, I want to read that book so bad. When I was at UCONN this past weekend, Gil and I were in the co-op. I picked up Dan Brown's new book and was reading the back cover. Some lady walked buy and said, "I want to read that so bad!" I said, "Me too!" She said, "But I don't want to buy it!" Same here lady, same here.

Tonight we did fire drills, and I got to pull the fire alarm. Today goes down in history. Yessssssssss.

I ate so many tropical starburst tonight it's not even funny. I could really go for a cheeseburger, though. One of those premium burgers from Ruby Tuesday. Gilly and I need to go to Ruby Tuesday's again someday soon so I could get one. Gillyyyyyy let's go get premium burgers, please. He doesn't even read this so he doesn't even know that I want one right now. I'll have to let him know...

My fish is just the absolute best fish ever. Steve Jobs. I LOVE YOU. He makes so much noise. I'm just sittin on the computer or lying in bed and all I here is bloop bloop bloop. He's so active. It's cause he's just so high on life. He's such a happy little fish. He makes me happy, too.

I used to have a fish tank on my desk at home a while ago. I used to just sit in my chair, lay my head on the desk, and watch my fish swim for a long time. Fish are relaxing. Fish are wonderful. I love my fish.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 04:11:03 GMT

I can't sleep because I took a nap earlier today. I knew if I took a nap I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. But I was tired, so I napped anyways. And now I can't sleep. Urgh.

I'm excited for this weekend but trying to tone it down just in case it doesn't turn out as originally planned. I'm mentally preparing myself for the possibility of not seeing him for a month. One whole month. I can only hope that plans don't get too muddled.

I don't know if I really enjoy the precise technical work of my current Type project, or if I'm only fooling myself into liking it because I know it's important. No, I think it's kind of enjoyable, actually. I could handle designing a typeface one day. Definitely.

I'm just talking about my type class because I don't want to become redundant in my entries. Which I already am. Who cares? You can stop reading if you're bored. I do this for me.

I'm in the best place and the worst place in my life right now. I think the fact that it's the best place is also what makes it the worst. I've made (and am making) so many changes in myself for the best, and I'm sure he can tell the difference. Because I definitely can. And our time spent together is so much happier than it ever has been before. And I'm just in this state of elation with the thought of how wonderful everything is. Really wonderful. That's probably why I cry more often than I did last year. More to miss. We're just so perfect right now.

I'm really hungry right now but I don't want to eat because that's how you get fat - eating right before bed. And I will go to bed eventually. I will. I'm determined. Oh, who cares. Maybe I'll just stay awake until my body and mind is good and ready for sleep, and who cares if I go to the gym tomorrow?

Actually, I care.

I did a tiny bit of research today on studying abroad in South Africa. I want to, but I probably never will. It's one of those things that I'll never get around to figuring out completely.

I miss my grandmother and I wish she were here to make me beef stew and tell me how much she loves me. That was all of a sudden. I wonder what life would be like for me if they were still around, and what they would think of me. I'd like to think that they'd be proud, but I feel like non-artists rarely feel proud of artists, only because they're not doctors. But it's okay because they'd still love me whether or not they understood what I love to do.

I miss my mom a lot, too. I was hardly ever homesick at all last year, and for some reason I've been missing my mom for weeks now. I think she misses me too because she called me almost everyday last week. She wrote me an email two days ago about how Moe didn't get oil and vinegar on his subway sandwich and how she just couldn't believe him. I like oil and vinegar on my subway sandwiches, too.

When I'm sad I work extra hard on my pieces, because I tell myself all this sadness has to be worth something in the end. Maybe that's why I do so well? I think it's more than that, though.

My lens cap for my camera finally came in the mail today, which is relieving. I'm waiting for my Type book to come. I love books about design. I read that design basics index book about a million times. My favorite chapter is the one on alignment. I can't wait to start working on posters and such in my design classes.

I miss my dog. He's getting old and I don't want him to die ever. I hate when dogs die.

Today I had lunch one-on-one with Miss Laurel and it was so nice because I never hang out with Miss Laurel one-on-one. And we had KFC commons edition and chocolate fondue and I almost choked on a marshmallow but that's fine.

I'm in this cookies and milk phase right now. Seriously, I've been having cookies and milk every day for a few days now. I don't know what this means.

I think that aliens definitely exist. Just think about it. The universa is essentially endless. It has no end. It just keeps going forever. Don't you think there's a good chance that there's more life out there, seeing as there is no ending?

I'm still really hungry. I'm contemplating making a cup of ramen and watching a couple episodes of South Park online. Or should I lie in bed another hour until sleep finally comes? We'll see.

Damn naps.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 01:04:42 GMT

Another one of those weekends just ended that I wish would never end. And it always sucks but whatever. I'm still alive.

This weekend was extra special because it involved two lovely drives with my lovely pal KRISTINA (remember that time your mom told you to get off the phone when we were talking back in middle school? of course you do!) and lovely guest appearance of both Jess and Dan. I love everybody and I love how this year I get to see everybody throughout the semester. Jess, I'm sorry I tried to molest your butt with my head. It's only because Gil bought me coffee. And because you have a hawt butt. :) Krissy, this is for you -insert yoshi noise here-. Connie, I like that your socks were the color of Krissy's apple.

And of course I adore the company of Gilly always. This weekend involved a trip to the dairy bar, winning at pool mainly because he kept getting the eight ball in by accident, two trips to the co-op because I obviously know nothing about batteries (thank God Gil does), hanging out in that field that I love, taking rubbings in the cemetery, Rockband, iced milky way coffee, lots of cuddling, fighting over the pillow situation (what else is new?) and much more. I'll see him again in two weeks. There's a countdown on my dashboard (lame, yes, I know, whatever). This trip will also involve the presence of his mommy, whom I'm actually really excited to see. I think she reminds me of home, and it's comforting. Plus, she's just nice. Duh.

Sigh. Love and miss him but whatever I gotta make a million little dots. Pointillism project for illustration is due on Thursday and I have no clue how I'll get it done in time. But whatever, I always do. Right? Right.

I'm gonna work on this a little then watch the episode of top model that I missed last Wednesday cause they have the episodes online now. Awesome.

See? I was gonna brush my teeth before and I was like, wait, no. I'll probably get hungry again before I actually go to sleep. And I was right. I think I'm in the mood for oatmeal.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 20:58:39 GMT

I'm not sure, but I think that trying to stay ahead is almost just as stressful as saving everything for last minute. I have absolutely nothing due tomorrow, and yet I'm worried about getting everything done tonight that I want to get done.

I guess the difference between doing everything now and doing everything later is that I do everything at a reasonable hour and get 8 hours of sleep, whereas if I waited til the last minute I'd surely be up until the wee hours of the morning.

Okay, and I guess it is a little less stressful. If I don't get everything done tonight, I won't fail. I'll just have less to do the night before it's due.

Alright so whatever. I'm retarded obviously.

Okay, I admit, I think Gil's getting to me. He came over to visit this past weekend. We layed with our heads at the foot of the bed as he sang me the Beatles and made me like them that much more. He played with my fingers in that funny way that he does and I made fun of him for messing up the lyrics, but most of the time he knew what he was saying. He told me he thought of me when he listened to a lot of those songs and that made me feel all warm and fuzzy. He left Sunday night and I've been listening to the Beatles since then and thinking of him thinking of me. Yes, I will play Beatles Rock Band with him next weekend. Yes, I'll probably enjoy it. I had him send me the rest of Abbey Road, and though I still find Maxwell's Silver Hammer and Octopus's Garden to be annoying songs, the rest is, yes, okay, bearable, to say the least. What I mean to say is, I listened to Golden Slumbers the other night and cried. Oh Gil. Look what you've finally done to me.

Anyways, every thing's fine. I'm working on the best work of art I'd ever made in illustration right now. I hope Bill's right when he tells us that. It makes me excited and scared shitless and the same time. Whatever. It'll be amazing. Woooooo.

There's this kid in my Type class who has it stuck in his head that he's the best. I hope he realizes he's got competition. And that he's a dick.

I have to remember to look for black matte board at the Uconn co-op this weekend. Cause I need it.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 01:43:23 GMT

My current song obsession is U2's Spanish eyes. I love the original, I love it live, and I love playing/singing it. Love love love it.

Life is going fine so far. Balancing RAing with school work with social life just fine. For now. We'll see how things end up going. But, like legitimately, it's not that hard. Cause when I'm in my room, I just do work. Get shit done. I'm not distracted by living next door to everyone.

I have art assignments that I'm excited about and I love that. Feels good to be back :)

And Gil is coming to visit me this weekend. I love that fact.

I've decided that I'm not attracted to current Bono anymore, but mainly I'm just attracted to Joshua Tree era Bono, which is a really good thing, because Gil looks just like that particular Bono. Or is the fact that that particular Bono looks just like Gil what I love? I love everything.

I found a new wallpaper yesterday and I'm so excited about it. I love it. It took me forever to find one that I love, but I love this one.

I also love tigers.

I also love how great of a model Mullica was in illustration today. And I'm so excited to work on that assignment.

And I loved that kiwi that I ate yesterday. And I love the fact that I have another kiwi. I think I'll eat that one tomorrow.

I don't really love the fact that I spent so much money on photo supplies, but I love photo. So it balances out. And I love the fact that I'm going to minor in photo.

And I love you know who. Not Voldemort. Oh heck, I love him too.

I love Jacob who masturbated while Ryan was still in the room. I love Ryan for bringing me Gil this weekend.

I love that John and Eric spent $100 on sex toys for Eric's program next Wednesday. I'm so excited for his freaking program, omg.

I love that Top Model starts tomorrow!

I love my green comforter. It's definitely comforting.

I don't love the mouse in my room.

I don't love that I don't have 20/20 vision. The world is way too blurry once my contacts come out. But I love the world and I love that at least it's in focus for me when I do where my contacts, because it'd be sad if it was just blurry all the time.

And I still love the wallpaper on my computer. Just can't get over it.

I'm gonna go lay in bed and wait for Gil to call. I love Gil's name. Gil. Gilman. Gilly. Gilman Dionne. Gil. It's just a nice name. I would name my child Gil if I didn't hate the idea of having a junior in the house. I don't love that. But Gil. I do love his name. And him.

And ice cream.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 00:52:37 GMT

Classes today were good. My illustration teacher is so freaking good. He's so good. Legit. He's so good. Ahhhh.

He gave good advice today, too. He said when he was in school, his aim was to become just as good as his teachers by graduation, because that's who he'd be competing against in the real world. He's so smart. Now, I'm not aiming to be as good as him at illustration, cause I'm not intending to become an illustrator. But that doesn't mean I can't pwn my VCD teachers by the time I graduate :)

Speaking of VCD... Type 1 tomorrow! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! :) So excited.
Except I have a new teacher. New to the art school. He has some really Indian name that I can't remember. I have nothing against Indian people, I just hope he doesn't have a really thick accent cause I'm bad at understanding accents. But he can have a slight one at least, because Indian accents are fun in moderation. I hope he's amazing and teaches me everything I can ever wish to know. I hope he's not a Natacha. Ew.

I decided on my minors. Thought about it for a while, like by a while I mean all of last year, and I've decided to minor in both photography and art history. It's easy to minor in art history when you're an art major cause there's a lot of required art history courses anyways, and I love photography, so this is good :) I'm gonna be such a bamf when I graduate. Bitches will be like, hey yo! Work for me! And I'll be like, well maybe for a little while but then I'm gonna kick your business's ass with my own business. HA.

This means I have an excuse to buy a canon rebel. I mean, I'm a photo minor. I need a camera that's not a point & shoot that I don't need to use masking tape to keep the batteries in. I think once first semester is over and I'm done with my first photo class and make sure that I reeeeeally wanna minor in it. But like, I'm pretty sure.

I planned out my whole schedule up until graduation to make sure I'd have room for everything and I totally do.

I really want an Arcade Fire poster for my room, but the shipping is like, 13 bucks and that's just too ridiculous for me to handle. They should just give me one cause my room has stayed clean for like, almost 3 straight weeks. I make my bed every day now. I'm not even lying. That's SUCH an accomplishment.

Oh, by the way, I'm going to be spending about a million dollars at Jerry's soon. $75 pen set? Yep, required. Craziness.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 23:45:53 GMT

I think I'm starting to remember what it feels like to have free time...

The last week has been absolutely crazy but undoubtedly necessary. I'm just glad it's finally winding down, and I can go back to regular UHA life + RAing, and turn the total mindbodysoul consumption that is RA training into nothing more than a memory.

My first program I'm implementing is a door decorating contest. Yes, you guessed it, my idea came from the holiday door decorating contests we had at Woodland. I decorated my door today as a sort of advertisement and inspiration for my residents, and it looks awesome.

Tomorrow's Thursday? My days are all mixed up. I feel like tomorrow is Wednesday and Friday, but not Thursday. My little freshmen move in on Saturday. That's exciting :) I hope they're good and don't force me to write them up for alcohol or drugs or murder.

Last night was one of those life changing experiences. Teambuilder like never before. Tears galore. But I came out of it being remarkably thankful for certain things in my life. And I'm just in this amazing mood. And I wouldn't want anyone else's life. Not even for a second.

I have half of a slice of chocolate tuxedo cheesecake from the cheesecake factory sitting in my fridge right now and I'm waiting for the perfect moment to finish it off. I think I'll wash my face soon and put on something comfortable, then plop into bed with my cheesecake and the intention of watching southpark when it comes on.

Oh, and when we were doing room checks the other night, there was definitely a desk with a big penis sharpied on it. Kinda hilarious and typical.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 01:46:20 GMT

Can I just say, that training is CRAZY. The days start at 8am and we go until 10pm. And on top of days full of lectures, group activities, discussions, presentations, we're expected to find the time to create bulletin boards, door tags, welcome banners, 2 programs and more by Monday. Urgh. Whatever. I'm just waiting for the actual year to start, when training is done and I can just go on with my life.

I hope that I have enough time this year to put full effort into my academics, to work part time, and to see Gil enough so that I don't cry myself to sleep every night. I wake up with puffy eyes and just look a hot mess. Ridiculous.

No, but it's fine. Really. It's fine. I get stressed out and I cry for a little while and then I'm over it and I do what I gotta do and it's done and I'm done and I'm happy and proud and accomplished and relieved. So I'm gonna get this shit done, and it's gonna be amazing, and I'm gonna be the best damn RA ever. And I'm gonna get a 4.0. And I'm gonna have a great year. Self motivation, oh yeah.

These golden grahams are so amazing right now. Okay, so I'm gonna go be proactive now and work on stuff that needs to be done, and while I'm at it I'm gonna talk to my lovely Gilly and watch some Project Runway to mix in a little me time.

-big exhale-

Monday, August 17, 2009

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 22:32:52 GMT

Okay, so I'm all moved in now. Well, besides putting away all my clothes. I'll tackle that later...

My room is nice. Older building than my last dorm, cinder block walls, lack of elevator, old and corroded furniture, all that jazz. But what's nice about this room is that it's mine, allllll mine. Bigger than my room at home, two closets, my own little heating/AC unit, and complete with a tray of chocolate chip cookie's from Gilly's Babci. Henry's chillin' out on the window sill, Bono and the gang are hangin' out on the walls, and I got a family of tigers plus one doggie holdin' a reunion on my bed. It's quite lovely, actually :) I mean, so what if the tv my grandmother gave me produces a picture a little bit towards the purple side. At least it's bigger than my old tv and will allow me to watch the new season of Project Runway starting this Thursday. Yep, this room will do just fine.

Moved all my stuff up to the 4th floor yesterday with the help of Moe and Gilly. Gilly stayed with me for the night, helped me move furniture, unpack, and totally rip a new one in whatever was growing in my microwave...

He just left now and it's fine. Except now it's kind of extra lonely right now, seeing as the first night I spent in here was with him, and nobody else is on campus yet except for the other RAing kids and I don't know any of them yet. But whatever. I'll see him again. I don't really feel like crying. I'm kind of sick of it. I mean, I spent a lot of time last year being all upset and sad and crying cause I missed him, and I don't feel like crying over it anymore. There's no point. I'll see him in a week or two or three and that's fine. But for some reason my tear ducts just feel like producing those salty droplets of H2O even though my mind is telling them to STFU. I mean come on, already.

I think I'll go take a shower. And/or swap the closet curtains for the less ugly ones in another room. And/or start organizing my clothes and shoes. I'm just gonna stop being sad cause being sad is stupid and do some stuff that needs to get done instead. Missing people is stupid, cause we'll see them again eventually, and it'll just make the wait longer and more miserable if we dwell on the fact that they're not here right now.