Here I Go Again

How many times have I exclaimed, "I hate school!"?!?!

I finish up at FIDM this summer. And with no money in my pocket complete with a shitty economy..I'm staying in school. I can't leave the country to travel/work like I wanted with my monthly braces checkups...

I think I might go to Ohlone for costuming or theater production...too bad you only get a "Certificate of Completion". Oh well, it's a start. I'm tired of having my parents pay for school or using fake money like financial aid, or loans. I'm not going to attend any sort of school unless I can pay for it by myself.

Messy Bedroom = Messy Mind.

khfsklfhgkdfjg i hate homework! It's finally hit me that I do enjoy school, I just HATE homework. At 6am on Friday, I register for next quarter's classes. I also have a strong urge to avoid that and go on a trip with Nikko. He's going to teach English to little kiddies in Thailand, India, and Nepal in May through Julyish.

I'M REALLY JEALOUS!

Now that I let that out of my system somewhat, I'm going to force myself to do homework and leave you this video. Glory Box by Portishead. Complete with a violin section and a dj. Brill.The lead singer Beth tucks a stoge between her fingers, taking drags between vocal breaks. Smoking really sucks but Beth Gibbons from Portishead makes it look so damn sexy.

Here's my suggestion especially to you ladies that want to quit the cancer sticks. Splurge on some fabulous perfume. Not that I would smoke anyway, but hypothetically speaking..."Why would I want to smell like a $5 pack of nicotine, tar, and rat poison when I just bought and sprayed myself with a bottle of the most divine $70 perfume?"

I'm not a big designer/brand person and I only like sharing my special purchases with very close, trusted friends...but for the sake and prevention of your black lungs, prune lips, and hacking-witch cough: Versace Bright Crystal. Now you know.

Da Da Dumb

For my Survey of Western Art II class, we have an assignment due next Monday where we create an art piece in the style of Dadaism. Dadaism is a joke, literally. It was created by those hardcore dudes who believed in anti-art, that art shouldn't have to follow all the classic, traditional styles, that it's kind of a "laugh at your face" kinda thing. It's hard to explain, so here are some pictures of works by Marcel Duchamp.

"The Fountain". It's actually a urinal. (Haha.)

He also took a copy of the Mona Lisa and drew a mustache and goatee on her. Since the big mystery of the Mona Lisa is her curious smile/frown, Duchamp wanted to reveal that "duh, she's actually a man."

I have no idea what to do. I have a feeling I may need to turn to drugs to dumb myself down in order to create something clever. Or I could just play this video for my class...

Anne Hathaway looking smashing on the cover of Russian GQ.

I have precisely 3 weeks of school left. And I am getting major lazy. I have a pretty big project due on Wednesday that I haven't really started. Usually, I finish my homework on Saturday. Whomp, Whomp. I'm going to sleep. 

Ahh.. George Clooney

I'm so comfy on the couch with the rain outside...I will do anything to not have to do homework.

This is an old episode of the Ellen show. For a long, long time she has been trying to get George Clooney as a guest. She set up a cage above his office, she sent Deal or No Deal girls, she sent all Miss America contestants, the Rockettes complete with a snow machine, a marching band, a public announcement from Barack Obama, and George's best buddy Brad Pitt suggested Chippendales. Finally, she sent two Cincinnati Reds to lure him out of his office.





On Brad Pitt sending the Chippendales:

George: "Nothing in your life is safe."
Brad: "Don't harm the children."
George: "They're not even safe."