i eat m&m's one at a time

ragefest 2010 holler at your girl

i sleep on a bed made of angel wings

I have been working tirelessly on work for my printmaking class this semester. Tuesday I spent all day perfecting this woodcut.


I'm very drowsy. Bye.

tonight i'm not taking no calls. cause i'll be dancing.

FOOT INJURY SAGA CONTINUES.

I realize that posting photos of my feet doesn't induce any motivation to read this blog of mine, but so be it. I am making notes of my life, and my feet help me travel. Yesterday my dear friend Tori was taking photographs of me and these happened. What the hell is going on here? Feet need to step up to the plate.
To make up for it, here's some stuff:

People I know make me chortle with unacceptable frequency. That's how I like it.
I'm working on a terrible woodcut and a paper about bicycle culture. No sleeping until projects are complete.

well,

I made this for a class, but I'm happy with it now that the experience is over. It began as a sort of technologically based social experiment. It's long.

ouchie times

Today, this happened to my foot. New York has done this, this wretched place has killed my heel. Not my fault. Also happening today, a dog was on the roof of ArtHouse, where I intern. A black lab on the roof, it was magical, we wanted it to gallop through the window which is used as a door, and crawl into our loving arms. But, naturally, that didn't happen.


And eventually I'll document my recent work.

flahrida

I'M IN FLORIDA AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
sb '010 is outstanding thus far, despite the arduous journey to actually get home due to New York being in the middle of some sort of hurricane. However, here I am, sitting on this massive sofa viewing cable television for the first time in months. Eventually I'll get out of here and go to the beach, per my plan. Must return to New York a bronzed goddess.

Are you there God?

It's March. In my mind, this equates to Spring. However, outdoors my mind and the weather are disagreeing, leaving me in a funk. New York, why so cold? Spring Break is a mere 10 days away and I plan on only packing tank tops, shorts, swimsuits, and a single pair of flip-flops for my trip home to Florida, so Mother Nature had better perform and bring me beach weather daily. Or I'll be underdressed and not happy about it. Speaking of Spring Break '010, I am unusually thrilled about this trip. I've been a little baby recently and just want my parents' undying love and affection. Also my wonderful friend Richard is taking me to a rodeo. Come on.
I feel like I'm probably behind on this, also, but this man is named 'Tyga'. He's part of Young Money and is so good looking I could just die. Boys with baby faces rarely make me weak in the knees. I choose to ignore the stupid accessories he's worn.



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