Who likes November anyhow?

Turkey isn't that cool. But pumpkin pie is. I ate a whole pie by myself during Thanksgiving. Was it delicious? Yes. Was it worth the pain, the tears, the sorrow afterward? Maybe.

Aside from Thanksgiving shenanigans, life's been trucking along. School is out for the all amazing Winter Break. I'm extra happy about that. We're all (asians+3 white girls) supposed to be doing stuff on this fat long list we made at the fish taco place a while back. Unfortunately, this week certain people have family in town and can't pry themselves away AND I'll be gone next week. We will see what happens when I return.

Ranty: I hate that Jayr doesn't call till 11pm. I hope this won't be the case when his extended family are back to their respective cities. I'M TIRED. AND GRUMPY. Christmas has me all stressed! Parental stress now is mine. I hate hate hate hate hate it.

Let's talk about art for a bit, sha-ha-ha-ha-hall we? I'm irritated with my skills... for they are neither skillful NOR awesome anymore. Everything is loaded with extra weaksauce and I'm sick of it. My lines have zero strength, my proportions are awful, and everything is just... WEAK. It's all weak. I need to be taking drawing classes always and forever. No more of this digital media junk... time for some wholesome traditionalness! Here's hoping I get into Life Drawing... stupid stupid stupid MSJC. "Yooh gots-tuh tayk uh buh-ginn-inn drawrin' clarss furhst, cuz yoorh drawrin' n ' comp-oh-zishun clarss did naht transfur." Waow. My whole brain is now fried from typing that. ANYHOW. I have to go in and petition and also sit in the class first day with my sketchbook and BEG and PLEAD with the instructor. I'd benefit from that class, I AM TELLING YOU.

Aside from my art woes, here's a link to some fun times. http://www.digmeout.net/recommend_e/artist.php?i=56 I dig this dude. His lines are slickity slicks.

http://www.getty.edu/art/exhibitions/rembrandt_drawings/ Do I want to go to The Getty over break? Why yes, yes I believe I do.

In other news, I have a man again! Woohoo! Brilliantly timed, if you ask me... as the old one returns tomorrow and apparently he's having a shin-dig that I was made aware of today. :/ Friends want me to go... I do not want. I think it would be extra mean not to... cause we were friends? UNLESS I have an amazing excuse that sounds a little something like I HAS UH DATE TO-NITE. ... no? No. Hm. YES.

Alright, I'm bored. I will say this one last thing: THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED BY ME.

Bon nuit.
Sarah

EDITS: Alright, so I do have more to say that I just remembered. Be warned: It's going to come in spurts and not make ANY sense! :B

I'm going to marry an artist. I've decided. Screw musicians, artists are way cooler. They can draw you pretty pretties and it'll be awesome.

This Tavi G gal I mentioned a while back, 13, totally all up in the fashion world. She's extra adorable but dude... she drowns herself in layers of clothes all for the sake of fashion. I'm mildly bothered but I shouldn't be cause it's her life, not mine.

I need me some more sushi, a couple secrets, and a freakin' furnace that will cozy up next to me.
If ony he'd call earlier... ugh. I hope I go on that date tomorrow.

Snow White on blu-ray is the most incredible thing the world has ever seen, I kid you not. My eyes MELTED out of my sockets. Which makes me wonder how the heck I'm typing this up.

OneRepublic's new album is extra brilliant and gorgeous. Good Life is the best track next to Lullaby and Marchin (which totally reminds me of Viva La Vida).

My final was almost 2 weeks ago and I forgot to talk about it. I got to class at 1:45pm to turn in my final because the multiple choice final started at 2pm. Professor made her grand entrance around 3pm. If we do the mathy maths, this is AN HOUR LATE. I was outside on the phone when I saw her walking toward the classroom. I asked her if she was okay and she said yeah, and that it was a long story... that she NEVER explained. Crazy crazy woman. After that, Jayr grabbed me and I felt a ton better.

Alright... that's all!

BON NUIT FOR REALSIES.

What the freeeeakin' hecccckkk?

We begin with a rant.
(On a very early sidenote: Chet, I'm sorry for the rant that is about to be born...)
I. Hate. Illustration. For. Reals. Okay, that seems rather broad... alright. I HATE PROJECT 2 WITH MY WHOLE HEART. I won't be able to finish it! I CAN FEEL IT! That gingerbread house is going to MURDER me and it's my own dang fault for saying "Yeah awesome. Looks awesome!" AND if my classmates find out that I helped pick that beastcow I will be slaughtered/sacraficed to the Gods/massacred/and or beaten to death with Mighty Mouses. I'm going to have to do some SERIOUS illustration work at home or kick Jayr out of the class. The End.

Kay, now, here I come to this part of me. The part that secretly adores fashion. My dear 13 year old cousin said to me today over FBChat: "Hay, look up Tavi G(whateverherlastnameis)." Before this had happened we were chatting about Christian Siriano and how his Spring 2010 design are, GAW-JUSS. So, I trust my dear Emz judgement and look this gal up. Here is the link to... http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/ ... A 13 YEAR OLD GIRL'S BLOG. She gets free garb and crap just cause she pimps everybody in the fashion world! I would pimp everybody plus 5 to get free garb... CRAPDANGIT! Dude, not only that but she gets to go to the shows. Whattttt. And y'know, I've just proven as to why I don't get awesome stuff like that... I WHINE. But anyways... I see why my cousin enjoys the site. They both are 13, they both dig fashion. ... eugh. Now I feel like a filthy creeeeepppppeeerrrr.

ANYWAYS. Jayr just called and was like "HALP. I NEED A SONG." So he starts humming out this crazy piano tune and I craaaacked up. 5 minutes of time I could've spent doing something else like... BUYING MY OXFORDS. Wooooot.

Well, that's all for today, mansss. Remember, tip your waitresses and do thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssss with your words. It's full of awesome.

Love,
Sarah

P.S. Dude, I just remembered. I GOTTA FIND MY DISNEYLAND PHOTOS! :D

It's called a blog, not a whine.

My weekend consisted of being very frustrated with Rachel. That is all I have to say on that subject. However, my weekend also consisted of saving Mum from locking herself out of the van, feeling like batman, watching a documentary about Ed "Big Daddy" Roth, hanging out with the youngest sibling, and starting Christmas Choir Practice. Shall we go into the "break-it-down"? Yussum. Here we go:

Feeling like Batman and Saving Mum go in the same catagory. Actually, so does hanging out with the youngest sibling. Dear Sarah, learn to sort out your thoughts properly. Moving on... Saturday night was supposed to be the night that I went to the Carnival that the YSA ward was doing. Guess who didn't go? Me. Instead I stayed home with Maggie whilst my Padre wandered off to watch BYU football (they were slaughtered. Poor fellows.) and my Mum went to drop of kiddies at the Halloween dance. Magz and I watched Robots and worked on our toe/fingernails. Padre eventually came back from watching the football game looking rather defeated. Apparently BYU lost to TCU... okay, they were MASSACRED by TCU. 38 to 7. OUCH. Anywho, Padre was about to chill with us when he gets a call from Mum. Apparently my lovely Momma locked her keys into the van while hanging out at Wal*mart. This definitely called for some swift action! Dad, in his Transformer's pj pants and BYU shirt, smashed his Nikes on and headed downstairs to... THE BATMOBILE! Okay, it's not a batmobile... it's a Superbee. IT'S GORGEOUS! Anwyays, to make a ridiculously short story long... haha. We set off into the night at 60mph with Dad at the helm of the great monsterous Superbee. It growled, shifted, and snarled down the fairly busy streets of Temecula/Menifee/Murrietta. We arrived just in time and saved Mum from herself. She rewarded us with sour gummy worms and Elvis Peanut Butter Banana cups. It was an exciting time! Then we headed home. The End.

Shortly after all that happened, Mum arrived home with a butterfly and bee in tow. The Ed Roth documentary was on so my Dad was all kinds of excited. I watched in support of my Dad and also because someday I'd like to be able to draw Rat Fink. That sick, twisted, gross, filthy guy. Awesome. I learned something though... apparently "Big Daddy" Roth hated Mickey Mouse and Rat Fink is bascially the antithesis (I hope I'm using that right...) of him. I will very shortly be looking for a Rat Fink shirt. :) I love the Mouse, don't get me wrong... but like I said... it'd be in support of my Dad. Since my Dad knows cars... I might as well know them too so we can have some common ground. Yay.

Yesterday was the start of Christmas Choir practice. We'll be singing selections from Handel's Messiah. About an hour of them actually. I'm excited but then not. The soprano part is COMEPLTELY RIDICULOUS! Half the music looks like Handel spilled ink all over the page. Craziness.

In normal not weekened news: I'm changing my major to Art. I feel like I've said this twice before...? Dunno, but, I have three reasons for this: Firstly, I won't have to retake any classes since alot of my multimedia classes DIDN'T transfer over. Secondly, I'll be able to get it outta MSJC faster. Thirdly, taking traditional art classes is going to help me hone what little skills I already have. And heaven knows I prefer traditional media over digital. There we have it! Now I have to look into a school. For some reason people keep saying Fullerton. Which would be cool, but I'd like to know how it holds up against other colleges and what kind of programs they have. I really want to get into the Animation field. I just... I need some help! I wish I knew people, cause that would be awesomesauce.

Anwyays, I really have to go. I found a GOLD MINE of info on Romanticism and my thesis seems pretty weak at this point. I need to write the greatest research paper ever... freals.

Alright, I'm out. Fare you well Blogland.

Loveth,
Sarah

Whoooaaaa.

I had this giant thing all typed out, but it was dang whiny and nobody wants to read whiny. I didn't even want to re-read it. So, BUH-LETED. I will say that I don't feel like going to the carnival/dance. Also, I think I'm a bad friend. I thought I was a fairly awesome one... considering all the times I've rushed to Rachel's side to help her figure out her man problems... but you know, what evs. I guess I'm just a bad friend cause I didn't leave with them at 12:30 to help set up when the thing starts at 6:30. Sooorry. Don't want to. But I guess that makes me a bad and unreliable friend.

Anyways, so the other night I bought one of those Barbie keychains. The 1950's one, cause who doesn't dig a freakin' sweet black and white striped bathing suit? Yeah. Awesome. Basically I've been considering do a tribute type thing to her. Yeeeah.

Going to get started on my thesis for history. I'll be doing Romanticism. Woohoo.

Well, I'm feeling really... dumb. I'm out.

Loveth,
Saaaaarah

A Very Potter Musical Act 1 Part 1

I am a dang sucker for musicals... and for Harry Potter. I think I just fell in love.

Bright Star... were I as steadfast as thou art...

Thursday - NOW has been quite enjoyable. Where do I start...? Ah yes. We will start with Thursday.

I saw Bright Star on Thursday night. It's a movie about John Keats and his short lived love affair with Fanny Brawne. I feel bad that everything in the 1800's had to be hideously tragic. Poor bloke died of tuberculosis. Ah well. The movie was GREAT though! They had a gorgeous man playing Keats... so I was happy.

On Friday I saw Where the Wild Things Are. Uhm... yeah. I'm still on the fence about this movie. It DEFINITELY is not a children's movie, I can say that much is absolutely true. I was frightened of the monsters... especially Carol. He scared the poop out of me. I will say that the music was really wonderful and fun, and the film did have silly and good parts. I was still scared though. My Mum ADORED the movie. She says that we didn't understand the fact that each of the wild things represented an emotion. Thanks for the doubts, Mum, that's awesome! I totally got that part of it... but it didn't make the movie any less scary. Whoa though... if we be speaking artwise about the film: Uhm, YES. Artistically the film is GAW-JUZZ. Mhmm, much love for Spike Jonez. Good stuff.

After the movie I took a nap and then adventured to the Happiest Place on Earth. Was there till 1am. The people I went with thought it would be awesome to wait in 60-95 minute lines. In my book, this is a NO. I haven't the patience! It was a good time though. I submit that Space Mountain should be that fast... always. Darker though... yussplease.

Today we went to San Diego to spectate the SDSU vs. BYU game. It was a close game... but the COUGARS won! Much excitement in my life! Unga is my man. He is a beast and could drag both teams down the field. LOVE HIM! Great cheekbones... killer smile.. yusss.

Well anyways... I'm home now, just chillin'. Trying to figure out if I want to to my research paper on The French Rococo OR Romanticism. If I do Romanticism I can write about Keats... hohohoho.

Alright, my voice is broken... which doesn't directly affect my typing... but it sounds like an awesome excuse to GET IT OUT OF HERE.

Love,
Sarah

P.S.

I SWEAR THAT THERE IS ONLY ONE DANG AIRPLANE OUTSIDE, FLYING CIRCLES AROUND MY HOUSE! I hate airplanes now! Their sound is rather disturbing and I feel as though they are going to fall out of the sky and drop on my house. AUGH! I feel that this airplane flying loops KNOWS this and is doing it on purpose. Sorry Uncle Jack. Airplanes just aren't my thing.

Divine justice...

... my history professor spent the entire weekend heaving her guts into a toilet. :) I feel better about being sick now. Except that now I'm at the ridiculous mucus stage of sickness. Woohoo.

While at school today, Jayr noticed something on one of the cafeteria bulletins. We noticed it was Disney related flyer. Upon further inspection, the flyer was for the Disney College Program. Beast cows! I applied for them and they said NO! You know, I can't think of a better candidate than myself to represent Disney love at Disneyland! Well guess what Disney? YOU LUCKED OUT! Thppbbb. You're not getting any of this cause I'm going to Europe! HAHA. That'll teach them. Ha. What d'they care though? They don't. Filths. They just want my money!!! Jerks.

Today was intro day for Illustration. The class is going to chew me up. Awesome.

I'm outta here.

Oh, by the way... Chet is a horrible teacher and nobody likes him. :)

Loveth,
Sarah

Leave me here to die.

Hahaha. :( Let's go through the weeks events:

Monday - ... I don't remember. I think I got new headphones? And studied for my Midterm in History.

Tuesday- Had Vietnamese food with Kevin, Jr, and Jayr.

Wednesday - Disneyland. I called this trip the "Extra 'specially cute kid day at Disneyland". Seriously. There was this ADORABLE little boy in line for Winnie the Pooh. He must've been like... almost 2? Something like that, but anyway... he had this bucket hat on (it looked as though he was being weighed down by it) and a little blue car in his hand. He was trying to escape his Mom, but failing. Epicly. So, his Mom had a friend with her who had a son, and they were screaming and then laughing at each other. T'was cute. However, the little boy in the bucket hat got so excited that he runs up to this little girl and squeals at her! Immediately, said little girl runs and hides behind her Mom. It was so stinking hilarious/cuuuute!

There was one more thing. These two little twin boys were chillin' in their stroller, face to face, squealing in the same tone. Hilarious.

Anyway, it was fairly crowded for a Wednesday in the off season. That's always... upsetting. After Disney, went home and studied for Midterm.

Thursday - Critique in digital art. It went mehhhh. Oh well, I was stressing about the Midterm. Went on a Sushi adventure. It was pretty fun.

Now, it's time for the fun part.

I get to History and take my seat as per usual. The history professor is 10 minutes late for the Midterm. Whatever though. So, while she's getting papers ready, I hear a voice in the back say "Oh, I have swine flu." So, I'm like... OKAY? You're a smart one, want to get the whole class infected. Nice. So, she gets up to the front of the class with a doctors note and she tells our Professor "Hey, I have swine flu." Our brilliant lovely Professor says "Well, you still have to take the midterm. But maybe you shouldn't sit back with the class." The girl goes right back to her seat and takes the midterm.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong... BUT ISN'T THE HEALTH OF THE CLASS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A FRIGGIN' MIDTERM?!?!?!?! Because now, I HAVE SWINE FLU AND I WANT TO DIE! I am SO extremely pissed off! Our Professor should've been like GET IT OUTTA HERE! OR the girl shouldn't even have come at all! But then again, I shouldn't blame the girl. Our Professor all but threatened our lives if we didn't show up for the midterm! It's completely ridiculous. And now, I'm sick. Awesome.

After the midterm I went home and started to feel a little funny, but I brushed it off and set it aside as tiredness. Watched The Office. JAM finally got married. Excitement. Also, Jayr's friend Jr told me that he liked me... which was weird. Then I had to hurt his feelings and tell him that I didn't feel the same way. Apparently, he's all kinds of upset. Oh well.

I deem Thursday as Worst. Day. Ever.

Friday - Died alot.

Today- Died some more.

Tomorrow - More Dying.

Yep, and that's my life currently. Hope everyone is feeling more awesome than I am.

Love,
Sarah

It seems that my face is missing.

Yeah, I deleted it. I want a new photo! This calls for some photoshop editings! Hohoho!

Let it here be known that I have a crush on Dean. As in... Dean from the Iron Giant. :) Also, Basil from the Great Mouse Detective. As well as Dimitri from Anastasia. Oh, and soon to be Prince Naveen from the latest Disney Princess movie. :D HE is a HAWTT mans. Yes indeed.

So, why did I come here to ramble about hot cartoon men? Because. It's a Friday night and HERE I SIT. NOT DOING ANYTHING. AGAIN. I was suppoooooosed to be off to Disneyland, but complications ensued (as they NORMALLY do) and we were unable to go. Not only that, but I missed my opportunity to go to SD and to a beach party for my friend who's moving to Arizona. It's okay though... cause I'd so much rather be here rambling about hot cartoon men.

Love,
Sarah

That was brilliant...

Smart move of smart moves today, dear.

In digital art we are on our last project, and the project has to do with images and words... Oooh. Basically our intstructor (Chet Glaze *it's a superhero name, I am CONVINCED*) wanted us to start off with an insignificant memory that stuck with us... and then brainstorm words and images from there and just branch off like crazy. Well, I was pretty much stuckity stuck when I thought "Heck, I'll go look through my blog! I should have some good stories in there!" Huhuhu, yes, quite brilliant... execpt for one minor detail...

Remember the speakings I had about "duck"? Uh-hum, YEAH. The person in question who said "duck" SITS RIGHT NEXT TO ME IN CLASS. Like, we are good frenz! And here I'm sitting digging through my blog and he's watching me! Brains! BRRRAAAINS! Oh the smartness.

Anywho, I dunno if was reading that part, or if in fact he memorized my blog address... CAUSE THAT WOULD BE... HORRIFIC.

A bit about my word/train of thought though. I remember this time when I was chillin' at Moorpark College munching on lunch, waiting for my cousin to get out of her class. All of the suddenb this fat, old, decrepit crow rolls up the lawn. He's cruisin' like any other crow would (dang dapper little fellows, how I adore them), 'cept with a little gangster lean (cause he's old man, OLD! He's seen some days). Anyhow, so he's cruisin' around me and there are little crows kind of hovering a bit, and they looked creeped out and scared of him! So, being the crow loving chica I am, I give the old man my sammich. Seriously. MY SAMMICH. This is a sacrafice for me 'cause I dig sammiches more than the average gal! Now, all the little crows freak out cause they want some really bad, but this old man whips around and stares them all down! He was INTENSE to say the least! Well to make this little story short, he gobbled down the sammich and went cruisin' along up the hill and over the little concrete bridge. After that day I never saw him again. I felt rather sad cause he was awesome. Awh, old gangstahman crow, how I miss you.

Yeeah. Well, that's the best I've come up with. Other stories I though of were the time I dropped my phone in the toilet, Dayle's glorious 8 seconds on my horse, the time I was chased around the yard by a rooster, aaaaand... I dunno what else. I'll have to do some more thinking.

Alright, I have to get it outta here! It's already 11something and I said that I would get to bed early tonight. Huhuhu.

Loveth,
Sarah

P.S. I've been looking up stuff about the French Rococo. CRAZY stuff, man! I love it!

Why do I need you to tell me who I am? Why do I need to pretend?

I KNOW who I am!

Dear Ratatouille, you never cease to amaze me. Every time I watch you, I become more amazed.
Love,
Sarah

Anywho, it's been a very long week. Also it seemed to be incredibly short as well. I'll go through the highlights:

Monday: I don't even remember Monday. I'll just say that we probably had a dance party, cause in my life, that is the thing most likely to happen.
Tuesday: No school, Dad's Birthday. Naturally, we went to Disneyland! :) Dad bought 4 hats and a sweet car from Cars with his Annual Passholder b-day cash spoils courtesy of Disneyland! I purchased some suckers (IT'S TRADITION!), two little keychains, and a vinyl Mickey that I want to decorate. Also, Mum, Millz, and Magz went on Screamin' for the first time. They LOVED it. So it was awesome.
Wednesday: Went to the local beauty school and got my hair reshaped for $5. Spent about 3 hours waiting there for Rachel because the people there screwed up her hairdye and had to fix it. Went to Michael's after that and bought me some felt for my Coraline costume and a quill pen. Woot. Spent the rest of the day (and I really do mean THE REST of the DAY) working on my digital art project... D:
Thursday: School. Freaked out ALL DAY LONG because I thought I was going to be dropped from History. (Not the case! HUZZAH. But, the prof. doesn't like me. Awesome.) :( Also, this was critique day in Digital art. Vented to instructor about History class... he looked worried for his life/"I don't really care about you so why are you telling me this?!" but it was cool. During lunch I partied with Jayr, Kevin, and JR. They got me laughing so hard I went into hysterics and couldn't control myself. Fun times!
Friday: Went shopping with Mum and sisters. She bought me this AWESOME dress that is so ridiculously cute. I LOVE IT. Will wear it to school muchly. Had Sonic for the first time. Not bad, not bad. I dig their slushies. Made my Coraline sweater. Went to Cyndi's B-day Party Dance. Saw Travis in drag... D: It was so convincing and so horrifying at the same time! Had an alright time there. Will probably elaborate on this...
TODAY: At home. All day. Eating too much food and now not feeling well! D:

Alright, more about the dance.
So, it was alright... except I smell/am an awkward turtle for reals? Or I just dance like a moron... but even then! People avoided me or they'd move the dance circle away til I was standing by myself. I still can't figure it out though. It just feels like the same awkward dynamic its always been since I was 14. Always the odd man out, forever. It's pretty unsettling. I don't know how to make it better 'cause it really would be nice to have some more friends...? Oh well. "Someday someone will come along and..." yadda yadda yadda. Been hearing that forever. I dearly hope that that's true. Because that would rock HARDCORE. Someone who likes to be around me... and sing and dance and play guitar and draw and laugh and huzzzzah.

Well that sounds mopey. If I could make a suggestion... may I suggest that you watch Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. It is an all around feel good movie! It's great and I love it very much! :)

Also, I LOVE TO DRAW. I just want to say this and make it clear to all the animation studios that someday in the not too distant future I WILL BE AT THEIR DOORS. Just as a heads up cause, it's pretty much what I was born to do. And I love it with every fiber of my BEING. MY SOOOOUL even. Yeah... just as a notice. :D

Hum. Anyway, I need to get myself to bed. I am tirrred.

:) Love!
Sarah

More musings about "duck"... and chocolate covered bacon...

We'll get to the bacon shortly.

So, my friend Jayr is (was? will elaborate on this as well) dating this girl who he affectionately called "duck". Not just straight up duck, but "Hey duck" in this sickly, sweet, amazing, soft tone that makes me want to be envious! Seriously though, I've asked a few people and they get weird about it, but then I ask them if it would be better in a soft loving tone... and it just is. Ahh. I hope I get something like that someday and soon. :(

Onto the (was?). I'm not entirely sure if he is still dating her... which is the epitome of odd/strangeness. I've only been hanging out with Jayr and all of his friends for 5 weeks... and I guess he'd been dating her for 3 years or something. It just seems like a strange turn of events. Oh well. I am itching to ask him about it, but... he's very distant and mysterious and it drives me crazy. Also, he is forever in a good mood... also strange to me.

Now to the bacon.

Chocolate.
Covered.
(Joy!)Bacon.

Seriously, if you ever get the opportunity to try some, do. I know it sounds like a bizarre combo... but it is DELICIOUS. Freals. If you like a party in your mouth/stomache... TRY IT NAOWZ.

Anywho, enjoy your rest of the SUNDAY!

Love,
Sarah

He calls her duck...

... quite endearing, actually. Makes me feel jealous. Oh well.

I'm tired of being angry, and I'm tired of people being angry at me. It's very frustrating.

That's all for today. Maybe when I'm feeling better I will elaborate on my feelings about "duck".

Love,
Sarah

School, glorious school.

My digital art class is going to kill me.

Seriously.

My wonderful instructor decided to do a fun activity where he gives you a word and you interpret that word through photos that you have scanned in or taken... my word is HORRIFIED. Along with that word comes a list of stuff we can't do. It can't be: Cheesy, cliche, obvious, narrative, or linear and we can't use people or animals. It has to be ABSTRACT and METAPHORIC. What the SERIOUS CRAP, dude. I am so freakin' stuck and ANGRY. I haven't been this angry since last summer! I will say that I give it up to the Art Instructors at MSJC. They really know how to get me angry! So far for mine I have stairs that are washed out kind of. I wanted to use crows but that's a NO. After that idea was blasted out of the sky, I thought maybe I'll do messy looking paintings of crows, nothing that LOOKS like a recognizable crow, but y'know...? That idea was shot down as well! So now I'm going to try to do something like Escher-style... stairs and all. Now I'm thinking that I could use black boxes? Or something? I have no clue... I do know that I am frustrated all kinds and I want to cry! AUUUGHHHH.

Anyways, other than that, school has been pretty good. I have one of my good friends from my 2D Design class last summer, and I've met some new people. It's been really nice! :) I am very happy!

Well, that is all for the evening.

PEACE.
Love,
Sarah

P.S. Friday Egg Sammiches = DELICIOUS.

Dear Columbus, She has landed...

Whoa. It's been a while.

Reading the entries of this blog have been mildly comforting... it's like a place I can run to where no one can hear me complain. Sweet.

So, news to the unhearing! Ricardo and I broke up in February. No, I don't want to marry him. And no, I don't really miss him much anymore. Sam and Stephanie were married in January and now have a gorgeous little dude who's my Nephew/Godson. I love that little kid, he's adorable. The idea of being a Godmother is kinda mindblowing, but cool. Also, I moved back home on July 20th. I conquered! I survived! Whoohoo! I love my cousins, but we are very different. They are the epitome of perfection and lovliness... whereas I am depressed, negative, unsmiling, jealous, rage-prone, angry, sad, grumpy, tomboy, unworthy of any affection... haha. I'm having quite the day.

Yesterday I was so excited. I started my application for the Disney College in Florida. I was so excited. I get to the web-based interview. I answer each question truthfully, and I get a response from them saying,
"Thank you for you're time, unfortunately we will not continue with the application because we are looking for a different kind of person."
I'd like to say that devastated isn't even the appropriate word for how I felt! Crushed, man, crushed! The college boasts of excellent opportunities and networking and looks great on a resume... IF you're the type of person who can bounce off the the walls 24/7 and smile even in your sleep. I just feel like trash, basically. It kind of brought into light again just how many flaws I have. It kinda hurts, cause, it's me... it's how I am! And also, they judged me based off of a web-interview NOT human to human contact! I don't know... I guess I'm still pretty hurt. Oh well, someday I'll work for Disney... just not the parks.

In other news... I am supposed to be writing a history paper.

Peace OUT.
Loveth,
Sarah