Thursday, January 31, 2008
I dropped French and added Clay Sculpture instead. I know, I know, "How could you?!" you ask. "Meh," say I. I figured it was going to require much more effort than I was willing to invest, especially in a class I don't need. Besides, now instead of conjuring an ulcer 4 days a week, I can play with clay and listen to my iPod 2 days a week. Huzzah!
My mom has a friend from England who goes back often to visit family. Well, this morning my mom said she would be okay with me going with her sometime (provided I pay for the ticket) so I was looking up airfare to London just out of curiosity. It's expensive, but that's not the reason I'm talking about this. I started looking up different places in the US and Canada and I got a little bit excited. I just got a flash of what it would be like if I were actually looking up plane tickets to these places. One way. When I'm finally done with school and I've gotten a job somewhere clean and trendy and cute and rainy. When I get there and secure an apartment the first thing I'm going to do is get a dog. One from the animal shelter that needs a good home. Preferably a potty trained one.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I discovered this morning that I've sold another book! Huzzah! Suddenly I have some money but instead of spending it like I usually do, I'm feeling the need to hoard. I used to spend every penny I got (and I literally mean, counting pennies. One time I was searching for change around the vending machine.) on coffee. Now that I'm making my own and bringing it to school, it's like a whole new me has emerged! I'm free! I'm free of the bondage! Well, at least until something happens to keep me from my Daily Dose, then I'm back to square one.
You know when you really love a show and you watch it any chance you get, or even mold your schedule around it so you can be home to watch it? But then, just watching it isn't enough so you look it up online, and then you start to read blogs, and watch extra features and start thinking about attending a convention but because you're too poor you start to read other people's accounts of conventions and suddenly the actors that you once thought were so cool turn out to be real people with real problems and some of them even turn out to be unreasonably finicky or just jerks and then all at once this fog clears and you realize that the whole thing is just a big mess and all of this obsession you've been harboring has just been a royal mistake and it's really not all that cool anymore. You should have just left well enough alone. You wrecked a good thing. Well, maybe not completely wreaked. You still visit the website and you still watch the show and read the blogs, but the whole thing doesn't have that saintly glow anymore. Sigh. You miss that saintly glow.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Then there was Sparky, the Parakeet. He bit. My mom left the door to his cage open and while coming home from school one day, Sparky flew out the door.
Then, Jake. The black lab puppy. He was cute, but we learned a valuable lesson. Never name anything Jake: dog, cat, bird, child. It will turn out badly. Jake knocked me on the ground when I was 5 and wrapped a leash around my neck. Not intentionally, I'm sure...
Coco the bunny. He would huddle up in the corner of his cage, wait until I reached in to feed him then he would attack. Scared the poo out of me every. freakin. time.
Fred and Wilma. The county fair goldfish. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say these were the most successful pets I ever owned (9 months!)...until my mom killed them with too much water cleanser.
Petey/Tuvok the bunny. He growled. I have witnesses.
Archimedes the little black fish. I took such good care of him. He was so cute...until I forgot to put the lid back on his bowl...once. All I can say to this is that his poor broken body flopped on the floor and the image is burned into my memory for all time.
Our latest endeavor: Buddy. Sigh. I have never been so attached to a pet, ever. He was way too energetic for our little apartment and it just wasn't fair to him. We ended up giving him to a family with kids and another dog to keep him company. It was the right decision. Here's a picture for posterity:
I am absolutely determined to have a successful pet. Just once! It's all I ask! I can tell you one thing, the first thing I'm doing when I get my own place is get a dog. He's going to be cute and his name will be...mmm, lemme think about that one for awhile. I'll get back to you.
One last thing: I went to Portrait Drawing tonight and I'm all fired up. There are some good artists in that class and I can feel the heat of competition rising in my brain. Mwwraannggh! (that's my war cry.)
Sunday, January 27, 2008
My mom has been coming home from work the past couple of days with all sorts of healthy foods. Part of me is really happy (the part without taste buds). I can feel the all-natural flavors coursing through my veins. I am Healthnut, hear me roar!
I have discovered in the last 10 minutes that I like Billy Joel. I'm not sure if that makes me hip or lame but it's the truth. I'm listening to the iTunes 30 second preview over and over again because I'm too
I made my daily cup-o-joe today and was nearly bowled over. My coffee smells good. I always knew this, but actually realized it today. My best friend and enabler gave me some Christmas blend for Christmas and it's absolutely fantastic.
And since my mom just said, "your typing sounds like termites eating my brain," I suppose that will have to be all for tonight.
P.S. I made some flashcards for my French vocabulary words and now I know why I felt so behind. I hadn't actually looked at the vocab list.*
*Mental note: Be smarter.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
I think though, above all else, the hyper-practical miniskirt uniforms are what immortalize this show for all time. Who in their right mind designed those things? I'll tell you who, a chauvinistic, narrow-minded meat head [genius] from the 60s. Ah, the good old days, 'twas a simpler time.
My mom came home from work today with a plethora of produce. Look!
I spent the whole day trying to decide what I'm going to do with this lovely Vanna White yarn I got the other day. I feel obligated to add a cheesy grin after this sentence, in honor of Ms White. [You may insert here]. It's green and lovely and fabulous and I can't wait. I ended up with a pattern something like this:
It's a bag that's big enough to fit my laptop or a notebook or something. When I eventually get a new laptop, I'll be able to fit both. Whoopee! I think I might change the diamond pattern to a pyramid 'cause...I donno. 'Cause it's 1:30ish and my brain is sleepy these days.
Speaking of these days, I haven't posted a drawing for awhile. Could be because I haven't made one, but I did doodle a little in between knitting and [Stargate] website loads. So, here, have an unfinished face (with a nose eerily similar to mine...):
Goodnight, or as the French would say, bonne nuit.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I've continued my obsessive quest to find the perfect knitting pattern and came across this blog. It's people like this who make me ashamed to call myself a knitter. I need more money to support my habit. Better tools, yeah, that'll make me better, yeah.
1. Knitting magazines
2. Double pointed needles (various sizes)
3. An alpaca (so I can make my own yarn, obviously. I'm unemployed, I have to think economically.)
4. Circular needles (various sizes)
5. Coffee (the nectar that flows through my veins) and/or blood transfusion.
6. Crest Whitestrips
Here. Just to prove my dedication to this class let me show you:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. That is "Annie Get Your Gun" with French subtitles. It's a difficult movie under normal circumstances, nearly unbearable with French, but I made it through at least 30 minutes. At least.
The Portrait Drawing class last night has so far lived up to expectations. I'm so excited! I can't wait to get my hands all grimy with charcoal and ink! Whoopee!
I stayed for a long time in my Photoshop class today. I'm really excited about that class, too. It kind of feels wrong, altering photographs to make them look better. Doesn't it seem like it takes a certain amount of skill out of art? I guess it's just skill in a different capacity.
*Digression*: Don't you hate it when people sit in a highly public area (like the cafeteria in which I am sitting) and have angry conversations on the phone? This particular woman is even sitting at a table with someone else whose eyes have long since glossed over. Oh well, none of my bee's wax.
I think I'm going to go get something hot and lovely (like coffee.) The weather is so cold here!!! I want it to snow! Snow snow snow!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
My French professor was as entertaining as ever today. She’s still in the over-emphasizing stage and it’s hilarious. Her face contorts in ways I never even thought was possible. We spend more time laughing than actually listening to the sounds she’s making.
I totally forgot how hard languages are. I was in 6th grade the last time I went through the beginnings of a language and my brain has gotten decidedly stupider since then. That, and Spanish is just easier.
I have one more class tonight: Portrait Drawing! I hope it’s as relaxed as figure drawing was last semester. Other people say they didn’t like the professor I had for that class. True, she had a very different style. She would mostly peruse the room, throwing out criticisms in a thick Korean accent, “Her arm is too short!” “He looks like a monkey. Do you want him to look like a monkey?!” “Too light! Make it daka!” Those other people just can’t handle the truth. Personally, I thrive under the dictator type. It makes me learn so much more than all of the encouragement some professors dish out. You see, when I have approval, I feel satisfied and don’t push myself. But when I have constant criticism, I try that much harder to get the rare approval. I think I may have actually received a few compliments from her, most of the time hidden behind a criticism, but a compliment none-the-less. “It’ssssss….better…” “It’s a good composition but she’s way out of proportion.” I learned more and improved more in her class than any other art class I have ever taken. So this Portrait Drawing class has quite the example to live up to.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I just made fun of the narrator on a commercial for over-emphasizing a French word which leads me to...my first day of the Spring semester!
French was great. The professor is about half my height, really spunky and has a strong French accent. Also, she loves to pick on her students; at any other time, this would have been grounds for class droppage, but I think I'll be able to handle it. I'm feeling secure enough to make a complete fool out of myself and come out none the worse for wear.
Today, we learned, "Bonjour, j'mapelle, Ashley." It sounded more like, "Bonju. Jay mapel, Ashley." I have a
Digital Imaging was fine and is going to be surprisingly cheaper than I thought. Whoopee!
In other news, I have finally decided to never have kids, only dogs. I know, I know, I'm a horrible human being with no feelings and I'm going to hell. Trust me, I'm way too selfish to ever care for a screaming ball of terror. And besides, dogs are cute for their whole lives, kids are ugly in the beginning and ugly in the end with only five years of cuteness in between, tops.
(note: I love kids. I do. Just not when I'm bound to them for the rest of my life and responsible for them...eating. I like to be the kind "Aunty" type. Swoop in, have some fun, tickle, spoil a lot, send 'em back.)
(note 2: Chances are, as soon as I get married all of this will change and I'll be a baby machine.)
Monday, January 21, 2008
I have class tomorrow and I should be going to bed, but I just discovered a photo editing software and now I'm in danger of being up all night long. Gah.
Interesting Fact of the Day: I think I swallowed a piece of fuzz.
In other news, I was drinking perhaps the best coffee I have ever made for myself (I added coffee soy milk as creamer [!]) and when I finished it I looked down and realized half of it was on the front of me. Boo! I wanted those morsels of heavenly goodness! Oh well, I'll just have to make more. For those of you who don't know (and I say those of you like there's more than one person who occasionally reads this blog), my mother has a personal vendetta against my coffee consumption (which is extensive) so any opportunity to justify having more is truly a gift from God. (Fist pump).
For some reason, every time I listen to the song (as I am now), "Same Mistake" by James Blunt and he gets to the, "Ahoooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo" part I think he's going to say "Arooogaa" like a submarine. It's a great song, James, but I've got to admit, a little disconcerting.
I talked to a good friend from Biola this afternoon. It had been a long time since I had talked to her and it was really nice to catch up. It made me a little sad because I miss my friends down there, but I'm happy where I am right now. A few months ago I wouldn't have been able to say that because I was pining for the loss of Biola, but now I would have to say that I wouldn't go back even if I had the opportunity. It took me quite a few months to move on and now that I have I'm actually able to be excited about the future. Anyway, I'm going to go finish The Greatest Bag Ever. Prepare yourself for its wonder...
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Success! This is our neighbor's road, very spooky, very mysterious
Same neighbor's pond. When I was younger I'd tromp through the blackberry bushes all around it and get all sorts of mosquito bites. It's amazing I never got Bird Flu.
This is the view from behind our house a summer or two ago. It's much greener now and by greener, I mean a different shade of brown. Now, there are some condos being built off to the left and a water treatment plant off to the right, but in the middle, it's all nature, baby.
And now, I have to go freak out at the Amazing Race finale on right now. Ah! RUN YOU FOOLS!
Edit: TK and Rachel won. Meh, they played the game well I suppose. To be honest, I would have been happy if any of them had one, they were all good teams this time around. Sigh, I can't wait until next season!
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Yes, those poets, they are hot
They can rhyme like holy snot
As for me, I cannot
So that is all the poem I've got.
Mmmm. That's the song of my soul right there.
On one last note, as an avid scone-basher I have criticized many a person for eating such things. I have, however, given them a second chance and now, I can't get enough of them. I'm picturing myself in a dark room, door closed, hair wild, madly shoving scones into my mouth before anyone comes home and finds out I'm such a hypocrite. Alas, such is life.
At the fabric store I got 2 skeins of yarn. I'm really excited to use them but I'm forcing myself to finish the projects I'm working on now. I need a clean conscience when I knit. Speaking of knitting, I've noticed a distinct trend amongst some knitting blogs I've visited lately. 1) Pictures of random things completely unrelated to knitting, specifically, food. 2) All are in eastern, snowy areas. 3) All have cats and/or pugs.
Well, I don't have a cat, we failed at the doggage and I live on the West coast but I've decided to continue in at least one of these traditions (although I'm not a "knitting" blog) and post more pictures. I'm hoping it'll spruce up my blog and make things more interesting rather than a collection of long-winded posts, much like this one. Unfortunately, I have no pictures to post. I brought my camera with me today but I didn't take any pictures. I'm kicking myself for not snapping a picture of The Urinators.
A couple of days ago I was sitting in the living room, going about my business, when I heard a thump, thump, thump, BANG, thump, thump, BANG, thump, thump, BANG outside my door. Yes, it was our near-weekly telephone book delivery. My mom has become so fed-up with the sheer number of phone books in our house that she refuses to pick them up when they appear on our doorstep. I can't pick them up because she yells and threatens to disown me. Eventually, they just disappear and as a matter of fact, I just heard a rustle of a plastic bag which I'm sure were the sounds of it sprouting legs and walking away. I wonder where it went...
I've started wearing my retainers again after a 3 month hiatus and when I take it off I can feel my teeth going, creak! twang! boing! back to their comfortable, crooked ways. I will have none of it! I'm going to force them into submission!
Alright, I suppose that's enough for now. I really would like to post more but I risk making those "long-winded posts" I'm trying to avoid.
Interesting fact of the day: The very first bomb dropped by the Allies on Berlin during World War II killed the only elephant in the Berlin Zoo.
Friday, January 18, 2008
I mentioned before that I had some knitting to do, little did I know it would blossom into a full-blown maniacal obsession. First up on my knitting list: bags. Bags, galore! And as you can see here, Grandma and I can never have enough bags. I'm very excited.
So, I've been thinking quite a bit lately and I'm just ready for a change. I'm ready for a career and a place of my own. It's not that I don't like living at home, because I do, it's just that I'm getting older and feeling more independent and our little apartment is starting to feel smaller and our town more funky by the day. I'm going North, baby! You know though, it's probably the cabin fever talking. I'm really looking forward to classes starting. Tuesday's just around the corner! Life will be back to its normal rhythm and all will be well with the world.
Re-instated Interesting Fact of the Day: A hemorrhoid-relief commercial wanted to use Johnny Cash's song, "Ring of Fire." His family refused.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Today, guess what I did. Guess. No, not that. I trimmed my hair!! Now, it's just about long enough to itch my neck. Don't tell my mom though, because she said she'd give me 10 bucks if I let my hair grow...and I'm unemployed.
This vacation is so long!! I don't go back to school until the 22nd and let me tell you, it seems like 3 months from now. I need some homework! Just watch, the last week will fly by and soon I'll be begging for a break. Hey wait a second. I have some things I still want to do. I gotta go. I have to knit some scarves and crochet a shawl and read some books and...
Sunday, January 13, 2008
In a burst of ambition, I have decided to re-vamp the old blog. It'll be cooler, more awesome, and better. Or, I'll loose the enthusiasm, give up and it'll look exactly the same tomorrow. But I'll give it a good try! [cheesy grin]
Speaking of art, I signed up for classes for Spring semester and I'm excited! I'm in an Adobe Illustrator class and maybe a Photoshop class. I'm also taking French, Portrait Drawing and Art History. Whoopee! I happened to see though, that the Illustrator class requires a field trip. Now, this would be cool but I'm not really...thrilled. Ever since 4th grade I've had a bit of bad luck with field trips. Mrs. Hadley was my teacher and without fail, every time we went on a field trip, it would rain. Pouring, soggy rain. I live in California, it doesn't rain that much, but for some reason, the skies would open up, bent on destroying our fun. I seem to have carried on this curse, and spread it around. Well, it'll be in the spring/summer so maybe this will be an end. Please! PLEASE!
au revoir! (I'm pre-practicing for my French class. haha!)
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Ah, hello, home of my favorite blog, for I have many. Too many as a matter of fact. I think when I get a few minutes I’m going to go through and delete all the ones that aren’t worth keeping. Oh, and if I sound a little funny today, it's because I've been reading like a crazed maniac. I think my reading skills have regressed a bit in recent years, it's been a while since I've had time to actually sit down a read. It's taking me a couple days to get through these books. Then again, I'm finding it difficult to read and watch TV at the same time. Sigh, what's my brain coming to?
I mostly hated it because it was almost completely made up of improv exercises which I grew to loathe like a body hates pleather. The only way to be liked in that class was to be funny on cue, a skill I do not have now and especially not as an insecure, just-out-of-junior-higher. But I digress.
There was an exercise in this class where the girls had to somehow, en mass, attract the men to somehow cross the stage and over to our group. Now that I look back on it, I really don’t know what the point was, but at any rate, it was nauseating. As if all the girls had been programmed, each simultaneously developed swinging hips, a bigger chest and winking eyes. I suddenly felt very out of place and moved to the back of the group with a few other girls who looked just as uncertain as I did and waited it out.
Now, I know that high school girls aren’t exactly the best gauge of normal female behavior but why, in this day in age, are women often seen as brainless bimbos? We’re human beings with intelligence and feelings and personalities, not just pieces of meat for guys to use as ego boosters.
Aaaaand that turned into more of a rant than I had intended and I’m sorry. I know that not everyone sees things this way, and there are large amounts of exceptions to this…stereotype. But since coming back home, away from the constant Christian environment of Biola, I’ve been noticing this sort of thing happening more and more, guys taking advantage of girls or seeing them just as a way to get sex. I’m sorry if I sound jaded. I’m not, really.
At the expense of making this post way too long, I have to say something about the crazy weather we’ve been having here on the West Coast. Wind, rain, downed trees, power outages, debris, flooding, blizzards. Since I don’t actually have to go out in it (Christmas break) it’s exciting!! But during the worst of it, there wasn’t a road in
My best friend, Anneliése, has a quote of the day on her blog, so I’m going to do a variation (Considering I tend towards antisocial-only-childness and don’t have the kind of exposure to society needed to hear conversations from actual people.)
Interesting and/or pointless fact of the day: I accidentally used my mom’s toothbrush last night. I gagged.
Friday, January 4, 2008
It's just graphite on canvas, 11x14. Hmmm...now that I see in online, there are some things I want to change. Sometimes seeing things in a more objective environment makes you see things that you didn't notice before.
Anyway, AH! I have to go, my internet is dwindling more than I thought it was. It's a thorn I tell you! A thorn in my side!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Hello, it's been quite a few days since my last post. "Why, Ashely," you say, "where have you been?! My favorite part of the day was cruelly ripped from my life!" "Ha ha!" I laugh regally as I look down my nose, "I simply didn't have time, my subjects."
So then, after I pull my head out of my tokhes, I tell you the truth: I have no internet at home! Well, not even that's really the truth. My mother has decided we don't need to pay for internet when there's a "perfectly good" free internet already installed on our computers. The only drawback to this saintly internet is that there are only 10 hours available per month, per household. A distinct problem when considering my internet addiction and the fact that it's dial-up. It takes about a minute and a half just to load one page, so I have given up on the life of luxury, and have decided to use the library internet. Less convenient? Why, yes! Freezing cold under the air conditioner in 30 degree winter weather? How did you know?! Everyone looking at your browser and judging you for your scifi addiction? Yes.
I suppose it's a matter of attitude. I should just pull up my socks and take it, but unfortunately my fallen nature is preventing me from willingly giving up my sole source of entertainment, especially during the Winter vacation when really, who has anything to do but look up useless knowledge? I feel totally disconnected; helpless and friendless.
I'm balling up my fists in frustration, a pathetic, defeated sound ready to escape my lips when suddenly I realize I'm in the library and the only sounds allowed are breathing and the occasional sneeze. I swallow it.
On another note: today, I bought a new purse. It's adorable and I'm thoroughly excited. I am my grandmother's granddaughter; she buys a new purse every other day in a new color and size, feeding a raging addiction. Oh, and speaking of grandmothers, I finished a portrait of my grandma last night. When I save up some internet minutes at home I'll post it.
I should be off, there's a huge storm blowing in for the next few days, and I don't want to get caught in it.