Lecken der Gesichter

Yesterday I had my midterm-grade-committee meeting for my BFA show.  My committee, which consists of Dr. Shoaff, Aaron Fine, and Jim Jereb, gave me a ‘B’ for midterm.  They really liked my paper and how I’ve developed it, but noted that my work was lacking.  That’s fair.  I was expecting a ‘C’.  This will only make me work harder, now, and I already know how I’m going to change this around.  I’m going to get an A.

Last night, I had nightmare after nightmare and I couldn’t wake myself up from them, no matter how hard I tried.  When I woke up this morning, I made myself a rice omelet for breakfast (mainly because we watched Tampopo last night) which made me late for class.  It was 11:25 when I left for my 11:30 class, and as I got on my bike, I slipped, bruising up my cooter.  If what I felt, is what guys feel whenever they get kicked in the nuts,  then shit!  I am SORRY for ever kicking anyone in the nads.  My mons is pretty bruised and it hurt so much initially that I even teared up.  I couldn’t decide whether or not I should slink back home and lay down or be really late for class, slowly and excruciatingly riding my bike.  Well, I went to class only to discuss my most hated poet, Pablo Neruda, and his poetry that we read for homework.  I hate Pablo Neruda. To make matters worse, I got back my midterm and I got a SEVENTY-ONE on it.  WTF.  I didn’t miss a lot of questions on the ID or Multiple choice, but she knocked off so much on my short essays.  On the actual instructions on the test itself, as well as her oral instructions, she said to answer her prompts in 2 paragraphs or less, as thoroughly as possible.  How the heck am I supposed to answer in two or less paragraphs???  Well, I did, and then when she turned back our papers, she told the class that we should have written more.  I hate this class.  No one reads for class, no one cares about what we’re reading or the class in itself, and that attitude has finally rubbed off on me.  World Literature: Politics of Food is a waste of time, and I wish that I had taken something else.

Now, tired from terrible sleep, with my nether-regions bruised, and my academic success hanging in the balance, I have a quiz in German just an hour away.  I can’t wait for this weekend to begin.

1. “I think we’re both deeper than normal people”

—Miley Cyrus about her new boy toy

stupid!

2. Ear infections; currently suffering.  Desperately dripped 50/50 water vinegar mix into my ear canal as a homeopathic remedy.  It works!

3. Getting creeped on by some scary motherfucker at the library who tried to follow me into the ladies room, wtf?!  He even had the audacity to wait for me outside once I left.

4. Popular terms for people finding my blog through search engines today include: ‘samus aran’ with ‘no clothes’ and ‘shirtless long hair‘.  While searching for entries on Google for ‘shirtless long hair’, I found this:

this:

pretty young men

(which I’m confused about.  Is it supposed to be ‘pretty, young men’ or ‘pretty young men’?)

and this:

Daniel Radcliffe Shirtless

(First of all, he doesn’t even have long hair!)

This search also reminded me of Jessica Endaya, using the term, “Topless” rather than “Shirtless” for all sexes.  It must have been a total disappointment for people who found my blog today.

Let’s get real.  If you’re not going somewhere, Spring Break is all about laying around at home, eating whatever shit is around, masturbating and playing video games all day.  Originally, Colin and I had been planning on going to Chicago, but after some thinking, I realized that I needed to work on my show and save money, and he needs to spend some time with his fam (I thought that I had blogged about this weeks ago, but I guess I didn’t).  Well, so this Spring Break, instead of doing things that are relaxing, I’m up to my neck in things for my show.  I can’t get away from it!  I have a committee meeting in just one week from Thursday, and I have no drive to work on my paper.  All I want to do is just hang out, but instead, I’m writing this stupid paper that is already way too long, desperately looking for a scanner that can get higher quality images than I currently have, and research.

So rather than having fun and having buttloads of time to do whatever the fuck I want, my only available free time to blog is from my toilet.  I haven’t even gotten to take a shower today, and it’s 11:30!just a disheveled, overworked greaseball

I guess I did have one redeeming hour today where I just watched Angry Video Game Nerd and Target Women videos.

Going through photobooth, I found some really strange photos of Colin and me in his dorm room.  I have some crazy hair.

lol, I guess Colin’s got some crazy face hair, too

enough of that

Our ride home was fun.  Colin drove and we listened to bad 90s music, played video games when we got to his house, and ate stir fry.  Today’s highlight has been hanging out with my grandma.  It’s been really fun, and I wish we could spend more time with each other.

I’m so stressed out right now, that I want to throw up.  I don’t want to eat.  I feel guilty sleeping. Breathing is difficult.  Everything in my life is suffering right now, and it won’t get better with Spring Break.

Have you SEEN the lineup for Sasquatch this year????  It’s SOO nuts; I totally creamed my pants.  I am so tempted to go….

Colin and I researched neckbeards today and why no one should ever own one.  We were looking at facial hair, because March is just around the corner.  Men everywhere should celebrate Mustache March and grow one.

I had a Pop Test on Monday, and I think I finally have a direction I want to move towards for my show.  [crossed fingers]

Right now,  I am sitting in a coffee shop, doing absolutely nothing.  I guess I am blogging.  And drinking a latte.

Currently blogging from Mocha Hut, I am in true coffee ecstasy.  (The link probably won’t work yet, because I was the first to review it on Yelp!) The coffee here is so good!  It’s actually wonderful.

I was going to the post office to mail some things and decided to check this place out.  I really love just sitting around coffee shops and loitering.  Is that a hobby?  If it is, it’s my favorite past time.  The unfortunate thing about sitting at coffee shops and loitering is that when you sit so long and drink warm milk, you really have to poop.  Luckily, I only live down the street from here!  For people in KVille, if you love coffee and haven’t been here yet, try it!  My review should go up within the next few days so you’ll know exactly why I love this place, other than the large window I am sitting by typing right now, watching cars drive by.  Strangely worded sentence???  Yes!

It’s a melancholic day.

but this video really spoke to me—but only the first viewing.  Don’t watch it more than once, or you will be ruined.

Today, the Haus went to Aldi and Hyvee for some foodstuffs, and we all (except for Ashley) bought 99¢ loaves of freshly baked Italian bread that was still warm.  MMMMmmMmMmmMmMMMmm.

I’m totally fucked, because I have two critiques this week; a fibers one tomorrow, and a drawing one on Wednesday, both I have like NO work to show for.

This past weekend was Ok.  Colin and I ate a lot of food, went to the Friends of the Gallery event and schmoozed, and celebrated Valentine’s Day by playing Super Metroids and worshipping the gamer Red Scarlet, and not doing anything particularly special.

Looking Rugged

UnshoweredKisses

and eating ice cream in bed

I also made this really delicious sardine, avocado and fried egg open-faced sandwich last week.  

Last night, I went to my first intro week event this recruitment week.  It was bowling night and when I got there, there was a film crew filming the whole thing.  Apparently, they had been waiting there for us and somehow, I ended up being interviewed for their news segment.  They said that this would probably help us with recruitment.  More than anything, I’m sure that I’ve probably deterred people from joining rather than helping us.

Whatevs.

I had two Sodexho build-your-own BLTs and now I have Captain Crunch mouth-deterioration-syndrome.  The roof of my mouth and lower gums underneath my tongue are regretting every last mayonnaise, lard dripping bite.

Colin and I have reservations for Sushi tonight, followed by schmoozing with some art adults, and then a date with Samus Aran.

I’m liking the folks in my nude modeling class more and more!  Maybe they even look up to me!!!  The pose I chose today was kind of hard, but for the first time, Garry didn’t just leave the fluorescent lights on and had the more forgiving spot lights on instead.  Just now, while I was looking up how to spell “fluorescent”, my e-dictionary actually pulled up “Florissant” first.  It read:

a historic city in east central Missouri, northwest of St. Louis; pop.50,497.

How goofy that Florissant is actually in there.