I have one more assignment for photography. After that, I put a final portfolio together, and then the class is over. I figured I’d stop talking about it and show you most of my pictures. Please keep in mind that I’m a beginner and I’m definitely not as awesome as Tracey from sh1ft.org.

(P.S. I would put all of this under one of those “readmore” quicktags, but, unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to want to work with WordPress1.5. So all of you with dialup can, in the words of Heather, “suck it.” )

Assignment 1: Light
The first two were taken in Margate, NJ. The other three were places in the woods on campus.





Assignment 2: Self Portrait
The professor seemed to like what I did for this project. He liked the picture of the bedroom floor with the tiny mirror. That one and probably the second one are my favorites.




Assignment 3: Still Life
I hated this project. I didn’t have enough interesting stuff to photograph. Plus, I didn’t know where I could place them. Random Fact: The sushi in the 4th picture was sitting in the fridge for about 2 or 3 weeks before I shot the picture. It smelled funny.





Assignment 4: Social Landscape Project, Part 1
These two were both taken in Atlantic City. There are more photos that I have for this, but those are with my photography professor right now. The first shot is of two cart-pushers on the boardwalk. When I was younger, I’d always ask my mom if we could go on one of them instead of walking, but she never wanted to. It is kind of a ripoff. The second one was just supposed to be a shot of the pier employee filling the stand with prizes, but I ended up getting part of the left gate too. I think the banners on the gate draw your focus away from the guy.

Music Update – Yesterday, I bought tickets to see Velvet Revolver in May at Holmdel. It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Roommate heard that they were playing around the area soon and asked me to look them up. Lawn seats were only 20 dollars* so we bought them. I’m not as excited as I should be. Maybe I’d be bouncing off of the walls if it was Guns N’ Roses or Stone Temple Pilots, but them together is just… “okay”. They better be good live.

*For Aerosmith, lawn cost somewhere between $40-$60

Site Updates – I upgraded from WP1.2 to WP1.5 and something went wrong with the comments. I then found out that while installing, I kept the wp-content folder, but I didn’t know that you had to upload the themes folder into it. I didn’t even look into the wp-content folder that came with the WP1.5 zip file. Motherfuckers. I added two new “skins” (aka new colors and some random image). They’re both extremely bright and annoying. One day, I’ll come up with a normal looking one. I promise.

School Update – It turns out I’m not screwed in photography at all. I just panicked (like I always do) because I thought I wouldn’t have enough time to complete the project. I did have enough time, but my photos aren’t exactly good ones.

Registration for next semester is coming up soon. I always get really nervous around this time of the semester. What if I don’t get into the class I want? What is my backup plan? I have no backup plan! accck!!!!!!! Then I start thinking about minors and how I could do that when I’m 2 years away from graduating. Then I correct myself. It’s going to take 2 and a half years because I’m half a semester behind where I’m supposed to be. (Unless I take summer classes.) All that thinking and planning ahead makes me want to sleep.

Anyway, the schedule I want is kind of… crazy, I guess. If all goes well, I’ll have Perspectives on Sexuality on Mon/Wed/Fri from 9:55 to 11:10. Then from 11:20 to 1:50, I’ll have Printmaking I with my old Drawing I professor on Mon/Wed. At 2:00-4:30 on Mon/Wed, I’m going to take Computer Graphics I. Then at 6:00-8:30 on Mon/Wed, I’ll be taking a 3D-Design class. Basically, my Mondays and Wednesdays will be filled with all my classes. I get Friday afternoons, Tuesdays, and Thursdays off. Well, not “off”. These days will probably be for homework and artwork. … I hope all goes well with registration.

In Graphic Design, while our professor was going over 20th century graphic design styles again, I started singing “At The Bauhaus” to the tune of “At The Carwash” to myself. I understand that he wants us to learn about Bauhaus and PostModernism, but he makes it… kinda boring. I guess I listen because I’ve looked at dooce.com about 20 times before class, and I find the history of these styles interesting. (It was a LOT better than his one lecture on the history of typography.) I think I like the Bauhaus style the most. P.S. I cannot do a concert poster. He gave us a list of events to choose from. (The ones I like are the Edgar Allen Poe reading, the Ravi Shankar concert, the Portrait of Dorian Grey reading, and the 20th century architecture exhibit.) I probably will end up making the McLachlan poster anyway since I started it.

In Art History, we saw slides of The Garden of Earthly Delights. In the Hell and Garden of Earthly Delights panels, there are guys with arrows, vines, and flowers coming out of their asses. The best part was when the art history professor’s six year old daughter started pointing the butts out to the class.

In Photography, I’m officially screwed. That is all.

Our next graphic design assignment is to design a poster. Of course, I want to design a concert poster, but there’s a catch. We have to design a poster that has the characteristics of certain styles in the 20th century. (art nouveau, art deco, bauhaus, etc.)

I was originally going to do a Black Keys poster, but I cannot think of what they would go well with. So now, I’m thinking of making an art nouveau poster for a made up Sarah McLachlan concert. I think the art nouveau look definitely fits her look and music, but it’s… expected… and I think it’s been done before.

Meh.

I had this really weird dream this morning. There’s this nice girl in most of my art classes that talks non-stop. I don’t mind talking to her, but sometimes she just keeps going when I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t know how to get her to stop talking without being mean. (The only way I can think of is, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”)
Anyway, in my dream, we were in graphic design and she kept talking to me while I was trying to listen to our teacher talk about art deco. The teacher noticed, walked by us and told her to be quiet. Once he walked away, the talking resumed. That’s when the professor freaked out and started yelling at her. Then, all of a sudden, she went up to him and stabbed his eye with a pocketknife that was attatched to her keychain! The professor fell to the floor and was screaming over his eye. (Think of Elle Driver in Kill Bill Vol. 2…) The dream ended shortly after that and I believe I told myself that I would never tell that girl to stop talking.

p.s. graphic design teacher’s website is awesomesauce. don’t want to link it because you know… the site might have webalizer and we don’t want graphic design teacher to know that he was stabbed in a dream. “planktonart.com”

My high school French teacher is retiring this year and the Spanish teacher is asking some of her former students to write a letter or provide information on what we’re doing now for a scrapbook.

What am I going to say?

“Well, after that last French class, I forgot everything about French grammar. Well, not everything, but I can assure you that my French sucks. Last semester, my Chinese Culture professor asked me what was the informal way of saying “you”, and I stared blankly at her for what felt like five minutes. I’d like you to know that I couldn’t even translate the French that the Spanish teacher put in the email. All I could recognize was “a lot”, “good”, and “life”.

Okay, so I didn’t get much out of the whole language thing… But French club (along with French class) introduced me to the wonderful world of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Les Miserables, and “Phanthom“. Some of my favorite moments in high school involved moments with my French class in New York. It’s a pity that 9/11 cancelled our trip to France… and Belgium… and Switzerland… and Monaco. I still plan to go to those places one day.

I am currently majoring in graphic design, but I am thinking of something in art history or illustration. Would you expect anything else from someone who created a pop-up card that depicted picketing reindeer for your Christmas card contest? And now you know that I will probably be the poorest of all your former students. (Not that I was ever the wealthiest or somewhere in the middle…)”

Yeah, I’m actually liking that… sans the whole “I forgot everything you taught me” paragraph and the thing about being poor.

At the beginning of last week, I wanted to go back to school. I missed my roommates and I missed getting stuff done. But now that I’m back, crossing the lake to the Arts Building seems like this huge task. My paper on Salvador Dali is due in two weeks, and I haven’t even started thinking about what works I’m going to write about.

What the hell was I doing last week? I told myself that as soon as I got home, I was going to write a list of all the schoolwork that needed to be done. Then I was going to get most of that work done during the first half of spring break. … I didn’t even write the things-to-do list!

To top it all off, I think I’m getting sick. I’ve had a slight sinus headache since yesterday morning. My nose has been running a little and I’ve been sneezing like whoa. Perfect time to write a paper and finish a graphic design project.

Oh, by the way, thanks to those who commented on the last entry. I figured out how to change stylesheets. skin. I also changed the song at the top.

also: if you’ve linked to me, let me know so i can add a links page thingie.

I tried skinning my site and failed miserably. It just … doesn’t want to work. I get the whole headers/footers crap, but the cookies and whatnot bothers me. It’s funny, all I want to do is change the main image and the colors. that’s all! I’m sure that I can just use something like what Maura uses for her site, but will it work with the main image?

[ sigh ]

I really need to clean up my site. All my directories are disorganized.

People don’t like me. Maybe I come across as an icy bitch and they avoid me… well, for whatever reason, people don’t sit next to me in class. ( Yes, I shower regularly. ) I also avoid sitting next to others because of the “3 feet of personal space” thing. [ Do I want to sit next to you, with your static-cling hair that sticks to your chair, your desk, your notebook, your fake Coach purse, and the people next to you? No.]

That’s why I was a bit concerned in my Poisonous and Venomous Animals class yesterday. People who usually sit in the seats against the wall were now sitting next to me. They were all just wayyyy too close and I wanted to die. Why didn’t I get up and move? No idea. Maybe I hoped that they’d get the hint that I was there for a while and leave. (ha.)

And then my paranoid mind came up with a reason why they were around me. As the professor was passing out our exam, the girl on my left suddenly turned to me and asked, “Did you do good on the last exam?”

…

A) It’s none of your buisness.
B) OH HELL NO. YOU ARE NOT COPYING OFF OF THE QUIET, SMART-LOOKING ASIAN GIRL WHO REALLY ISN’T A GENIUS.
C) well, not good.

I told her my grade sucked. For me, it sucked, but compared to the others who coincidentally wanted to compare the last test scores, my test score kicked ass. Then I hear the girl to my right whisper to the girl next to her, “That could be like… anything. 85?”
I wasn’t really sure if these girls were planning to cheat off of me (because I get really paranoid over nothing sometimes), but it felt like it. It was too late to move after that because the exams were already passed out.

In the end, I think that the girl on my right looked at some of my answers. I decided to take the test by answering the questions in random order. The girl on my right continually flipped pages too. She also happened to finish her exam right after mine…. hmm.

Well, if she did take some of my answers, they were probably the wrong answers. I never told anyone that I studied my notes twice for this exam.

The roommates and I stopped by Quiznos today for some subs. The cashier made a mistake and gave me $12.50 in change instead of $2.50. A part of me was saying, “Do the right thing. Give him back the ten dollar bill.” The other part of me – the part that “steals music” without any remorse at all – was singing Steve Miller Band’s Take The Money And Run and reminded me that I am a broke college student.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally said, “Umm… I gave you a ten, not a twenty.”

I’d be lying if I said that I feel great for doing the right thing. I could’ve used that extra ten for gasoline. If I wasn’t worried about the nice cashier’s job, that 10 dollars would be in my purse right now. Plus, if I decide to go back to that Quiznos, I might be recognized.