Procrastination Station

So, I was sort of planning on not posting today. I have a research paper due tomorrow at 9:30am. But what inevitably happens when you have a lot to do? A lot of things get discovered on YouTube. I basically cried when I saw this video. No reason. Feeling a little emotional. I especially love his comment, "activate sub woofer in 5 seconds." If only I had one, my friend, if only I had one.

LOVE STORY (Taylor Swift) meets VIVA LA VIDA (Coldplay) - Piano Cello - by Jon Schmidt

According to the video and his website the mp3 will be available for download in a couple of weeks. Can you guess who will download it immediately and listen ad nauseum as my mom surely takes away all musical devices in the house and sends them the way of the third floor balcony at which point I will download the sheet music and go to town on the neighbors? You can't tell but I'm raising my hand.

Ra ra raaahhh...[yawn].

Trying to gain some energy for the rest of the week day.

1, 2, 3, 4, I just want to layonthefloor!

5, 6, 7, 8, kick far back and lay real straight!

I'm punching the air with imaginary cheerleading skills.

These are the voyages...

I don't think he's that disproportionate in real life. He's sort of looking up. So, independently of any suggestion from myself someone in class said, "Do you know who he looks like? That captain from that Star Trek show."

Hhh.

I changed him up a little bit and took this picture as I was running out the door this afternoon. If you cover the lower part of his face, he still sort of looks like Picard. Oh well. I'll just call it my silent homage to the wise old captain and the show that devoured my pre-teen popularity.

Today I sent an email to the chair of animation at one of the colleges I applied for to tell them I couldn't accept their acceptance. This translated to a crummy day, which led to excessive caffeine consumption, a sense of entitlement, junk food and an "IT Crowd" binge. I am now feeling better and realizing I have the greatest best friend (ever) who has an apparent case of swine flu. Nobody panic.

Familiarity

The beginnings of a 3D Design project. Maybe the one I've enjoyed the most this semester. Actually, it's really a re-do of an original. This morning, when I walked in the clay room, his face was severed right through the middle. Sob. We're trying a different technique this time around.

It wasn't until I was halfway through this incarnation that I realized I've been sculpting Jean-Luc Picard of the starship, Enterprise. At least from the nose-up. It's all subconscious. I've been watching a lot of Star Trek: The Next Generation Best Show Ever Created. Well. It's more obvious in person. He is significantly farther along at this point. I'll update tomorrow.

Progress?

I'm planning some sort of re-re-re?-design for the blog in the near future. I'm hoping it turns out well. I have a few options I'm weighing at the moment but can't think too much about it because of the scores of projects awaiting my attention. I'm just sitting here, waiting for my giant coffee to take effect so I can start them.

I'll spare you the to-do list because, let's face it, that's boring. I can't tell you the most exciting thing on the list because it's for a client and TOP SECRET. But when it becomes de-classified I will share all.

I'm considering making business cards because, well, I'm getting a lot of (well, some) business. Mostly word-of-mouth stuff but it's getting kind of exciting. I'm networking!

I think the coffee is working. Yes? Yes. Please stand aside, I am now ready to conquer. HooAH!

Why does it happen all at once?

Me:

EDIT: I need a scanner.

It's Gone!

Dear California Spring,

What the heck?


Sincerely,
A Summer-hater.

Warning: A post on teeth.

Ha! I'm feeling a bit better. The past couple of weeks have been a dental whirlwind and as we've discussed before, I have a severe dentist phobia. I had my first micro-panic attack with stage one but was surprisingly calm with stage two. We'll see how stage three goes.

I have a new dentist who, to be honest, is much better than the last one. He pays attention to my muffled cries of pain and wild-eyed looks of panic. I have regained a sense of control. I like that. Also, remember the old teal spit bib? This one is a putrid shade of lavender which, while not conjuring up calming images of waves on the beach and puppies and duckies, is much better on my nerves.

You know when you're in the chair and the dentist starts a conversation as he (or she) is working on your mouth? I can't tell if that's calming or incredibly frustrating. You're forced to make a strangled noise something like, "Ahhhhuuuh, ahh ohh oo shooool ckkkuhkkkuhkuhkkk." If I had the ability to speak while five hands were shoved in my mouth, I certainly wouldn't be chatting about what school I go to or what I'm doing this weekend. I'd be saying something more along the lines of, "Excuse me, Dr. Pain, Agony? Could you remove that metal shard from my gums? Thanks," or "This method of teeth cleaning seems a little barbaric. Could I have another option?" But no. We are their captive audiences.

And one final note about dental matters. To anyone who is worried about getting their wisdom teeth removed: it is no. big. deal. Beyond coming off of the anestesia (apparently, I cried all the way home. Don't ask me why) it's all totally managable. I haven't needed much of the ibuprofen they gave me and didn't even touch the Vicodin. All that worrying for nothing.

Wisdom. Pff.

I have much to say but at the moment I'm recovering from a wisdom tooth fiasco. Also known as: they were taken out. As soon as my head stops pounding (more likely due to lack of coffee more than anything else) I will give you all sorts of newsy posts.

Brb.

One Day At a Time

I have a clean room. When I say clean room, I don't mean my usual cleaning around the piles of mess, I mean: deep cleaned, vacuumed, rearranged, moody, artsy room. With newly discovered surround sound for my iHome upon which I will only play moody, artsy music. Guys, I even have a record player in here. I may never leave.

So, I have made a tentative decision about art school. I'm open to changes, obviously, but after thinking and praying about it I think I'm going to stick around for at least another semester, probably a year. In order to go to either one of the schools I applied for I would have to go into tens of thousands of dollars in debt per year (times 4 for Ringling) and that's just not a wise option (as much as I would like to just close my eyes and sign my life away, then worry about it later). Around the time I was coming to grips with this decision, I discovered that a community college in my area is going to offer a plethora of animation classes in the Fall. So while I'm not exactly headed down the course I was expecting, I am at least headed down a course.

So after another year(ish) here, saving money like an old spinster, working my art butt off in classes and improving my portfolio, I'm hoping to be able to get an even bigger scholarship to these schools next year in addition to some private scholarships.

All I can really do, though, is take this one day at a time. Actually, it's sort of exhillirating. I've reached the point where I have (more or less) relinquished control over planning out my life to every minute detail. I have no idea how my plans will change over the next months, days even. I'm living on the edge!

I'm considering making some celebratory cookies. Celebrating my clean room and my out of control life.

I look cooler than I am by no fault of my own.

Okay, this is post is going to be fraught with my face, prepare yourselves.

Today, I was the before and after "model" in a very loose form of the word for Cori Mensing of Moxie Hair Salon. She does hair and makeup and is so. great. And, since I'm a freelancer for Caryn who did the photos, I got an advance copy. Huahahaha! It helps to have friends in high places. Man, I'm tired. It's so exhausting to have a camera taking pictures of you all day while you sip cocktails and nibble on hors d'oeuvres.*

*none of this is true.

Here are the in progress and the afters from today. The befores are absolutely hideous or, according to my mom, "so wholesome!" Hhh.














This is the pose I'm going to use for the back cover of my autobiography and/or bestselling novel that I never intend to write.

Doesn't my hair look great?!

I can't find Moxie's site just yet (it might still be in progress. They're so new and hip.) I'll post an update later when I find it.

Eikon Photography

EDIT: Moxie's hair site is in progress but when it's up and running it'll be attached to www.moxiehome.com. Moxie also does home design. Such talent.