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It’s been raining here for what feels like forever (it’s been 8 days or so). We Atlantans were getting a little depressed. And by we, I mean me and some of my school and Twitter friends. We’ve been depressed and complaining about it to each other.
We’re over it!
And since I can’t seem to get to bed before 3 am (damn you youtube!) I usually look at how the sun is shining into my room to see what time it is when I open my eyes in the morning. Before 9, sleep on, after 9, get up because I assume my mom thinks I’m lazy for lying in bed for so long because she doesn’t know I stay up all night watching weird videos online. My point is, the rain has made this impossible. Especially when it’s really dark and horrible outside all day. And thundery. Boo.
As you may know, no one in Atlanta can drive. And the rain makes it worse. Imagine everyone going over 80, no blinkers, merging without looking and self-righteous driving with a thunder storm. Nightmare.
Today, my friends, the sun is shining. When I woke up, the sun was out and I thought it was after 10am, so I jumped up, but it was only 8:45. Maybe I’m not as good at sun time telling as I thought. Maybe I’m just out of practice. Today’s going to be lovely. A little vitamin D goes a long way. (Not to mention today is our only oasis from the rain. It’s storms for the rest of the week)
My internet is slow, it’s a ho!
I hate it and I want it to know.
I’m trying to watch vide–oooooos!
Because I’m angry and blue
And I have no reason to
be.
I have a project due today. A project for a class that has me living in fear. I literally started crying in classes 3 DAYS IN A ROW last week because of this class. All of my teachers probably think I’m emotionally unstable, which I am a little at this point. Because of this hell class. Last week, we (as a collective class) were berated for 2 hours about how lazy we are and how we’re not trying and how much we suck and on and on and on. It would be funny if it were happening to someone else. The stuff that was coming out of this guy’s mouth was like stuff from a movie teacher. He said something along the lines of, “Your illustration skills are just not up to par, I hope these are stand in illustrations and you get a real illustrator to do them for you.”
Did that sink in?
Insulted on top of the insult. And remember, I did the illustrations and I’m not working hard enough. According to this dude. Because my illustrations are terrible.
This class has me rethinking my whole life. I’m having an existential breakdown. I’m all, who am I? What am I doing here? Maybe I’ll drop out and become an escort because if I suck as a designer, that’s the only job I’ll be able to get. See what I mean?
So, where am I going with this…we have to redesign the packaging for this. The bottle, not the bar. Those little white lines on the label are type. Cultish, weird stuff about the Moral ABCs. And we have to keep all of the type. Everyone not doing the project seems to think it’ll be “fun.” Guess what? It’s not. It’s hellacious.
I’ve been working hard and designing my label. Everything was going great and I had it done after working on it for 4 or 5 days. Days. Then I started staring at it. And hating it. I would show you a picture, but at this point, I hate it so much that I’m too embarrassed. ‘hipster sigh’ Design school is hard. Now I don’t know what to do. Redesign or keep it and if I want to redesign, what do I do with it? I just don’t know.
Working away
{Don’t forget, only one more day to enter the Shabby Apple giveaway}
Yesterday, I went tubing. It was super fun.
We had a great conversation about a guy that carries a lemon to the party when he’s about to get busy with a girl. He puts some lemon on his hand, touches the girl, and if it stings her, he knows she has an STD and not to mess with her. Totally logical, right? Right.
We laughed about this for about an hour. And then the joke went for the rest of the day. We even came up with a plan fortesting for STDs with lemons and testing people for drugs with them and when you get ready for a date, all you need is a condom and a bag of lemons. We were out of control.
I cut some bangs for myself. I can’t decide if I like them yet. I feel like I spend half my life with bangs and the other half hating them and growing them out. The grass is always greener.
BUT, I decided, I’m growing my hair out. I’m tired of not being able to put it in a pony tail. It is driving my crazy! So, this is my declaration!
Have a great Monday!
Top: Ann Taylor Loft Shorts: Old Navy Shoes: Minnetonka All jewelry from Lovely Bug
This week was busy while also being a little boring. I know I should be enjoying my break from school, but I get so bored. Thankfully, I have a gaggle of amazing friends around that make sure I’m entertained and busy. They rock. We did tons of stuff this week, so, I guess it wasn’t that boring after all.
I love this notebook. I need one :)
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I love this. I pretty much love the whole shop. But this bracelet especially is wonderful.
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This is so cute! I was to build a fort. I haven’t done that in forever. Remember how magical they were as kids?
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Love these drawings. They’re awesome!
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Have a great Friday and a wonderful 4th!
It’s here. And in full swing. We’re talking crazy, people. And about crazy people my wonderful classmates. But, this week I totally made this at 2 am:
Which I feel is really cute. Others might disagree.
School is insane. People aren’t sleeping for days on end, which makes them kind of fun. I, personally, can’t do that. I just can’t. I can do one night and then stay up reasonably late the next night and that it really pushing it. I’ll pretty much have to sleep for 3 days to make up for it. These people are doing 5 nights in a row with no naps, very little food and almost no sanity.
My crazy card came out in a huge way last night. I’m just going to say it involved lots of embarrassing texts (for me), a drop by (did I really do that), then laughing hysterically about it with a friend at a coffee shop.
I have something really fun coming up when I get finished with it, here is a little sneak peak:
Have a great Wednesday!
Have you seen this?
A Chico sized giraffe! Cutest. Thing. Ever.
A friend and I were discussing what we want as Chico sized animals. I said an elephant named Ellie (short for Eleanor the Elephant). And she and Chico will be BFFs and play and play and have such a good time! My brother pointed out that Ellie might spray water everywhere and I assured him she will only be allowed water in the kitchen with the gate up. Problem solved.
My friend wants a Chico sized hippo. I told him hippos are mean and like to bite and he said he will train his to be sweet. We’ll see.
Also discussed, elephant sized Koala bear. The only conclusion to this is terrifying.
OMG. I don’t understand how I can have a broken ovary that is making my life miserable for over a week and the doctor won’t see me until Thursday. When I get there, I’m going to make sure I throw up all over the place in the lobby to make sure they appreciate how long I’ve had to wait for them to see me while it’s gotten worse and worse. Asses.
Anyway, here is something awesome I made for Roomio:
I think I’m going to start communicating by writing things on speech bubbles and taping them to the walls. Everywhere. School, home, parents’ home (although there won’t be any 4 letter words), bar, you get it. But especially at school and home.
And then here is something one of my teachers was making while we were presenting. Seriously.
In case you can’t tell what that is, it’s an embroidered orange peel. Yeah.
P.S.–I watched American Psycho last night (again), then this weird movie about a parking lot, but anyway, American Psycho. I LOVE that movie. While watching it, I was a little disturbed by how much I love it. But the whole, “Evelyn, I work because I want to fit in!” Great.
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The other day I was having a conversation with someone. It went a little something like this:
me: How are things, blah, blah, blah, did you get all of your school supplies yet?
him: Oh yeah, I got most of them for free. Yeah, go me.
me: (raising an eyebrow) Oh, really…that’s pretty awesome. (secretly jealous he has friends who went to the same school years earlier and still have all of their supplies)
him: Yeah, I stole them.
me: (shocked stare)…Did you say you stole them?
him: (chuckle) Yeah.
me: As in shoplifted?!
him: Yeah. I mean, I need that stuff. I don’t have money. So I went and took it.
me: …the fuck, are you kidding me?
him: No way. I took it and now it’s mine.
me: This might not work out.
I didn’t think real people shoplifted after the age of 16. I never did it when I was 16, but I knew a lot of people who did. And homeless people. I hear homeless people shoplift. But I don’t know any of them. And I certainly never met any 20 somethings who seem completely (that’s a lie) normal who do it. Geez…
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