I would think of a title if the sunburn on my face didn't go all the way to my brain.

Wow. I am just now starting to realize rodent-free housing and clean clothes are actually the norm and not the life I lived for the past week. Despite the particular hygiene issues, camp was a blast. I'm thinking about working there next summer on the condition I don't have to clean anything.

As a bit of a consequence of taking a week off, I have to come back full steam. School and work wait for no man. That's the way I like it.

Here's the drawing I did for my mom a while back. It's the kindergarten teacher at her school.



In retrospect, it's a little terrifying.

Back.

One week of camping is just enough time to experience culture shock when one comes home.

I'll get back to you.

HHHH. Again?

Well. The second most horrifying thing I can think of happened this afternoon. I was lying on my bed (laying? lying? I still don't know) reading fug when the phone rang. My mom was fake-sleeping in the living room so she wouldn't have to answer it so I jumped up to get it. As I was running out of my room I heard "slllliiiidddde SMACK!" After I answered the phone, and handed it to my mom (it was for her anyway) I went back into my room and discovered my laptop had slid off my bed and landed face-down on top of a stack of hard objects. (My watercolor palette, actually. I'm thinking it's taking sweet, secret revenge because I was less than thrilled about my watercolor class a while ago and may have mentally cursed at it).

Did you all just cringe? I actually heard you all cringe.

Yes. It's true. The screen is totally busted. The actual casing is fine but the plasma whatevers inside look like they got shot with a bullet. We made an emergency trip to an unnamed tech store with strange customer service reps who are so concerned with helping you they don't actually listen to what you're saying, and got an adapter for a PC monitor. It...works?

ANYWAY. All that said, I am in the process of backing up my computer and haven't actually started packing for my week-long trip that begins tomorrow morning. Sob.

This makes two (2) times I have seriously damaged/destroyed an Apple product, the first being my extra clean (laudry clean) iPod from a while ago. RIP, guys.

My mom actually wants me to wear this...

I will be camping for the next week! Actually, not camping. It sounds more rustic when I say that but really we'll be staying in a cabin with a full service kitchen, an actual bathroom, on a camp with a store and a coffee shop. They have more but it's been a few years since I've been there. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they had wireless.

Oh, nature in the 21st century...

FTPs and Scanned HBs

Guys, can I tell you how pooped I am? I can? Excellent.

I'm pooped.*

It's the computer. It's a marginal excuse, I know. But can I just say "FTP" is now a permanent fixture in my vocabulary? I fought with the Great-Kahuna-Internet and I won. The only problem now is letting go of my little pet project and giving someone else the reins.

I wish all of my sketchbooks would look like this. Not dark, shiny and kind of hard to tell what it is, but more what it looks like in real life. Like I care. Because I do. It's just sometimes hard to tell. I'm telling you. I need a scanner.


*I don't actually like the word, "pooped" because it brings up images in my mind I would rather leave un-thought. Something like leaving bags of flaming fecal matter on doorsteps on Halloween only instead of laying there inconspicuously they're flying through the air toward my head. I'm going to venture a guess and say this was too much information.

Fail.

This blog is a good art tool. Example: here I am taking pictures of my latest homework assignment to post thinking, "Ha ha ha, these look exactly like me," when, I look at the pictures in photobooth and realize...they don't. Guess I wasn't as done as I thought I was. Sob.

I'm taking beginning drawing for the third time. Parts of it are a little exhausting but it's good to go back to the basics (again). It was the only drawing class offered during the summer and if I'm not forced to draw this summer my brain is going to turn to mush. It's also with one of my favorite professors and she's sort of adapted some of the assignments for me.

Haughty laugh.

(Kidding. I'm kidding.)

Productivity?! Sob.

I'm distracted, I'm procrastinating, I'm wide awake, tired, lazy and missed perfect setup to flirt with a cute guy today. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! Hhh, I know. I haven't had my second cup of coffee today.

I had the whole day yesterday to work and all managed to do was a bit of half hearted doodling:

See the part I'm covering up? That part was more half-hearted than others.

Oh, I forgot to tell you: the guitar came in the mail the other day. Just about the only really productive thing I've done lately is start to teach myself how to play. I never imagined it would be so fantastic. I can play about 6 chords. I'm ready for a band. Sign me up.

Ignore the crazed, disheveled look.

Back!

Dear Most Avid Readers,

My prolonged absence has no relation to my affection for you. In the past weekish I started many blog posts but finished none, realizing my life is completely unsuitable for an interesting blog. Please accept my apologies.

Sincerely,
Your humble, yet boring, blogger.

Actually, to me, my life is anything but boring. I started summer school, have been working about 5x more than usual, doing some freelance stuff. Unfortunately, not much of it is postable.

So, in an attempt to seek redemption, I will direct you here. It's the latest craze to sweep the interwebs. You've probably already seen it. You have? Hhh. Poo.

Boom Boom Pow

On our way back from Target (for milk and munchies) we parked at the top of a hill and watched this ridiculous lightning storm currently unfolding. It was like watching "Star Trek" (which I did, twice) only in IMAX and instead of subconsciously shoving popcorn into my mouth it was Nutter Butters.

We're sitting in our living room now and watching it through our porch. It's still going a good 2 hours later. Who needs TV? Eh, apparently my mom. She just turned it on and shut the curtain. We hate nature in this house.

Stream of Caffeinated Consciousness

Parents amaze me. Right now I'm sitting in the coffee shop across from two very active boys with bright blue ice cream cones. "MOM ITS DRIPPING AGAIN!!" just as the ice cream scoop falls to the table. In one fell swoop, she plops the ice cream back on the cone while simultaneously napkining the table, cleaning up the mended, drippy cone with her tongue and wiping the kid's blue face. I believe the sugar rush has also just kicked in, they are running around the table with their Batman action figures and screaming.

Myself, I'm feeling the 3rd caffeinated beverage of the day kicking in right about...3...2...1...now. It is about this time that all motor functions shut down. My eyes stare into space and my ability to speak is completely compromised. The only things working are my typing fingers and my brain (x5). Coffee #3 usually requires a Stephen Hawking voice to communicate. Or in my case, "Alex" from OS X Leopard.

I don't usually reach this level of higher consciousness. It's just that I had a bunch of free coffees at the coffee shop that for some reason I felt the need to use today. All today.

Yesterday was my 23rd birthday. Every one of my 400 family members forgot.


In the last hour I have received 3 phone calls saying "I'm sorry I forgot! Happy Birthday!" Apparently word travels quickly.