Tracey Emin

You are my hero.

Karim Rashid

LOVE HIM



www.karimrashid.com

Don't Even Know

I feel generally confused. Maybe not attracted? I don't wanna lead anyone on. Fuck.
I got DK64.
Ah.

In other news, I fucking love Punk Goes Crunk. It's.... amazing. I love rap. I love punk. Well I guess pop-punk would be more like it. Either way, all of the Punk Goes.... are all really awesome. SIGH.

Fauxxxxx

Faux techniques is a forreal overrated class. Well i guess it can't be overrated if i've never heard of it before taking it. But I took it and today was my last day of it... I learned NOTHING!!! I mean, you'd think that since it's for sculpture majors that it would have some sort of ehh i don't know maybe a 3d aspect... I'm kind of freewriting here so you'll have to excuse my horrible diction... it just disappointed me that all we did was PAINT. I mean yeah it's a finishing class and blah blah, but like i wanted to MAKE something... like, learn how to make shit look like other shit. hard to find an example at the moment, but as someone mentioned to me previously, making styrofoam look like rocks, etc, etc... idk i just wanted to learn how to do something NEW. maybe it's just me, but painting is (NOT to say it's EASY) but something that I just already know how to do. it's so easy for me to paint wood that's realistic enough to get the point across. i'm not saying i'm the best ever at it but i just feel like that is already part of my repertoire. blah! that said, i'm off to look at sketchbook monttttthhhh! still my favorite :)

Survivor

I doubt anyone cares, but it just bothers me that people think Survivor is called Survivor because Tender Branson survives in the end. That doesn't necessarily mean he survives the plane crash, because he was seen by the public eye as the last survivor of the Creedish cult so that already makes him a survivor. So whatever.
And I think this is the best book I've read yet by Chuck Palahniuk, because he doesn't add twelve ridiculous twists, although I've heard that there is an alternate ending.

FUUUUUUCK

So. I manage all the bills for my house. Today I opened up the electric bill and it has
MORE THAN DOUBLED
since last month. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
It really irritates me because people in this house insist on leaving their fans on ALL DAY, EVERY DAY, even when they aren't in their rooms. That's fucking ridiculous. I REFUSE to pay for other people's wastefulness. And don't even get me started on the number of times I've gone around to everyone's rooms while they were in class and turned off their lights. Who uses a light in the middle of the day!!!! PLEASE TELL ME!!!
IN ADDITION, if Comcast fucks up ONE MORE THING, I may have to pull some kind of Timothy McVeigh shit up in that bitch!!! We haven't had consistent service for even ONE SINGLE DAY since we started with them. I'd say our shit works about 30% of the time. I've had at LEAST five technicians come out to "look at the situation", only the last of whom could actually fix the problem, and they are trying to CHARGE ME for these visits!!! IF YOU NEVER GOT MY INTERNET WORKING TO BEGIN WITH, WHY SHOULD I PAY YOU FOR VISITS BACK TO FIX SOMETHING THAT YOU FUCKED UP!?
So basically, the bills for this month are going to come out to something like $66 a person.... and that's split between SIX people. Absolutely ridiculous, considering we only paid about $40 a person last month.

IN OTHER NEWS, I met this boy who I thought was really cool in a completely platonic manner, and I gave him my number and we started talking and I'm like cool, someone else to play MarioKart with. Well I guess not. Apparently I'm crazy. I've never been told that in my life, and seriously it's bothering me. I guess cause I've never been rejected like that. I mean, I did NOTHING and I just don't understand it! It's confusing and I really really have no idea what I did, wtffffff. Ughhh boys.
Yeah and then in other male-related news, I am still bitter about the whole [censored] thing. It was nice to see him the other night but I forreal miss cuddling and I'm jealous of that bitch! Well maybe not jealous. I think the correct word is resentful. I resent the whole situation. I don't want to dwell on the past but I was forreal excited about it and then out of fucking nowhere! UGH!
Well. Whatever, whatever, whatever. Life goes on.
Maybe this date should be changed to September 17th. LOLLLLLLLLL JK

My Room is Awesome.

silence

Lately I've been in this really terrible mood that consists of me wanting to violently injure everyone around me. I mean, not really. But really.
Firstly, I forgot how much I hate art douchebags. You know what I'm talking about, those people who want to think they are so fuckin artsy, and they want YOU to think they're so fuckin artsy, so they keep journals where they draw the croissant and tea they had for breakfast in their Fan apartment or whatever, or like, they keep a blog filled with disjointed daily ruminations on life and art. You want to know something? FUCK YOU! I can't stand that bullshit, nobody reads your blog except other people who are just like you and also keep shitty blogs with 8pt text all rendered in shades of brown and cream that are nearly impossible to read.
And then there's just generally people in my life who are pissing me the fuck off. I suppose it would be in poor taste to write about people who could possibly come across this, but the whole purpose of me writing is to displace anger and whatnot. Eh, I'll just say that being a whore is never a good thing, whether it be a legitimate promiscuous bitch, an attention whore, a consumer whore, whatevvvvverrrrrrrrr.
Oh yeah, and another thing... don't fuckin text me after you've been drinking. You know who you are. Just generally fuck you though. I don't know if you think I'm still on your balls or if you just wish I would be, but I'm really not trying to do anything except play some video games and hang out in the company of others. You and your art fag biddy can go write indescipherable prose all day in your blogs and take artsy photographs of eachother beside broken windows and shit. LOL