Okay, I know that this movie looked incredibly stupid & dumb in previews. BUT IT WAS SO GOOD. Zac Efron can really act without Vanessa by his side. It's amazing the difference it made.
Anyway, I suggest that everyone go see it. It reminded me of how awesome high school love is, and lucky for me I'm still with my own high school love.
Plus, the subplot is absolutely ludicrous, but in a really good way.
I don't like dumb things! I'm serious here. See it? Rent it? Do it?
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Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
PassionPassion
PAINTING.
SERIOUSLY.
The more opportunities I have been given to create art that is outside of "the academy" the more I have come to consider myself...dare I say it...a true artist? Is it really happening?
I have fun formulating ideas, I take satisfaction in the process, and I nearly always love the result. Or work the piece until I do.
In my painting class we have been discussing art philosophies. In the art world, some hold that every artist needs to have a philosophy on art, others disagree (which is a philosophy, but whatever?).
The more we talk about art, the more I figure out about my own art philosophy.
I know that I definitely have a philosophy.
I know that I consider the process of a piece a huge part of what defines it as art.
I do not necessarily believe that every artist needs a plan. At all. I am a somewhat spontaneous artist. My planning for my pieces are pretty much my knowing what step 1 of my process will be, and anticipating the amount of satisfaction I will take from the finished result. Once I have reached that level, I know the piece is done.
And I realize this isn't making sense, and I'm sorry about it, but this is me figuring out my philosophy. I'll probably write many versions of this exact post in the near future.
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SERIOUSLY.
The more opportunities I have been given to create art that is outside of "the academy" the more I have come to consider myself...dare I say it...a true artist? Is it really happening?
I have fun formulating ideas, I take satisfaction in the process, and I nearly always love the result. Or work the piece until I do.
In my painting class we have been discussing art philosophies. In the art world, some hold that every artist needs to have a philosophy on art, others disagree (which is a philosophy, but whatever?).
The more we talk about art, the more I figure out about my own art philosophy.
I know that I definitely have a philosophy.
I know that I consider the process of a piece a huge part of what defines it as art.
I do not necessarily believe that every artist needs a plan. At all. I am a somewhat spontaneous artist. My planning for my pieces are pretty much my knowing what step 1 of my process will be, and anticipating the amount of satisfaction I will take from the finished result. Once I have reached that level, I know the piece is done.
And I realize this isn't making sense, and I'm sorry about it, but this is me figuring out my philosophy. I'll probably write many versions of this exact post in the near future.
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The SOAP
So, my roommates' latest shenanigans: soap deprivation.
The soap ran out and disappeared for a day. Last night, there was soap (so I put away the hand sanitizer I'd been using in it's place).
The roommates get home.
Sam: "Ha, oh should we put the soap away?"
Giving me the heads up that they would actually intentionally hide soap from me. SOAP.
So after much debating and counseling with friends with heads, I decided to just simply ask where it was.
Sam was the first person at the sink.
I open the door as she has just walked out of the bathroom (she doesn't always wash, it was a risk). She quickly closes the medicine cabinet. *I know where the soap is now!!*
"Hey, do you know where the soap is?"
Some thought: "Nope."
"Oh. Right." I leave, close the door *mistake- gave her the chance to yell at me
" It isn't our job to buy you soap ...when we run out."
No response. I'm obviously not going to argue with them about soap.
My parents were PISSED. My mom insisted that I put away anything that was for the room that I wasn't using. That was the cookie sheets I paid for at the beginning of the year, which only they use to eat their unhealthy foods. Oh well.
Would have taken the toaster too if I didn't use it every once in a while. Thankfully, the microwave belongs to Danielle: the last roommate they chased out.
I can boil my water for tea in there and not have to use their pots for boiling.
UGhghghhg this liiiiiife.
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The soap ran out and disappeared for a day. Last night, there was soap (so I put away the hand sanitizer I'd been using in it's place).
The roommates get home.
Sam: "Ha, oh should we put the soap away?"
Giving me the heads up that they would actually intentionally hide soap from me. SOAP.
So after much debating and counseling with friends with heads, I decided to just simply ask where it was.
Sam was the first person at the sink.
I open the door as she has just walked out of the bathroom (she doesn't always wash, it was a risk). She quickly closes the medicine cabinet. *I know where the soap is now!!*
"Hey, do you know where the soap is?"
Some thought: "Nope."
"Oh. Right." I leave, close the door *mistake- gave her the chance to yell at me
" It isn't our job to buy you soap ...when we run out."
No response. I'm obviously not going to argue with them about soap.
My parents were PISSED. My mom insisted that I put away anything that was for the room that I wasn't using. That was the cookie sheets I paid for at the beginning of the year, which only they use to eat their unhealthy foods. Oh well.
Would have taken the toaster too if I didn't use it every once in a while. Thankfully, the microwave belongs to Danielle: the last roommate they chased out.
I can boil my water for tea in there and not have to use their pots for boiling.
UGhghghhg this liiiiiife.
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Reads
Head over to the Reads blog. I'm conflicted and need input:(
http://sketchstephreads.blogspot.com/
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http://sketchstephreads.blogspot.com/
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Thursday, April 9, 2009
THIS GORGEOUS DAY
It never ceases to amaze me how much just a little bit of sunshine can absolutely revive my spirit. I feel active and happy.
Also, recently, and don't ask me how, I have had an elevated sense of esteem toward my own body image. This is something I haven't felt since high school, at least not for this amount of time. It's a total relief from the constant worrying and stress about what goes into my body and how it is affecting me negatively. I feel healthy and in awesome shape. I also feel like it can only get better from here. I have no clue where this sureness of self came from, but I'm hoping it stays. I have a lot more energy to spare now that it isn't being wasted on crazy misconceptions about my own physical fitness.
I cannot wait for summer and the road trip Niki and I have planned. It's going to be amazing, even if the people who say they're coming bail. Awesomeawesome.
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Also, recently, and don't ask me how, I have had an elevated sense of esteem toward my own body image. This is something I haven't felt since high school, at least not for this amount of time. It's a total relief from the constant worrying and stress about what goes into my body and how it is affecting me negatively. I feel healthy and in awesome shape. I also feel like it can only get better from here. I have no clue where this sureness of self came from, but I'm hoping it stays. I have a lot more energy to spare now that it isn't being wasted on crazy misconceptions about my own physical fitness.
I cannot wait for summer and the road trip Niki and I have planned. It's going to be amazing, even if the people who say they're coming bail. Awesomeawesome.
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Sunday, April 5, 2009
Followers:
Heyo, Followers!
Please keep yourself posted (and Follow even??? Please?) My SketchStephReads Blog!!!!
I've decided to run it a little more differently to keep posts on it much more daily and interesting. I'd really like your input on what I have to write about there, because it concerns feminism and reproductive rights....an issue I am trying to learn more about.
So clicky please!
http://sketchstephreads.blogspot.com/
Also- the link is on the right sidebar:)
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Please keep yourself posted (and Follow even??? Please?) My SketchStephReads Blog!!!!
I've decided to run it a little more differently to keep posts on it much more daily and interesting. I'd really like your input on what I have to write about there, because it concerns feminism and reproductive rights....an issue I am trying to learn more about.
So clicky please!
http://sketchstephreads.blogspot.com/
Also- the link is on the right sidebar:)
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Mine.
Today was just very strange. I can't say that it was completely unproductive, but who can look over the fact that I was essentially sleeping or sitting in my dark room from 11:00AM - around 6:00 PM? I honestly have no idea what got into me. I just could not find the motivation to become an active member of society, so I figured I'd just sleep it off instead of participating.
I did go for a run this morning at the res. It wasn't my best run. At about 1 and 1/2 miles I had to stop for a break. That's such a short distance, so I was pretty disappointed...
Walking back I took the longest way ever and it took me over 30 minutes to get to my dorm room. That was the on-campus walking part...add the walk back from the reservation and that's like almost an hour of my life. Freezing colddddd and miserable. Also, embarrassed for making such a dumb mistake.
Watched HSM3 tonight though, for the second time. And did make contact with many human beings during this last 1/3rd of my day.
Pointless post, and exhausted(?) despite the amount of sleep I had today. NOT looking forward to classes tomorrow, but excited about the gorgeous weather being forecast!!!! Hopefully the sun will be hot enough to bake away all the worms really quickly. Gross.Gross.
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I did go for a run this morning at the res. It wasn't my best run. At about 1 and 1/2 miles I had to stop for a break. That's such a short distance, so I was pretty disappointed...
Walking back I took the longest way ever and it took me over 30 minutes to get to my dorm room. That was the on-campus walking part...add the walk back from the reservation and that's like almost an hour of my life. Freezing colddddd and miserable. Also, embarrassed for making such a dumb mistake.
Watched HSM3 tonight though, for the second time. And did make contact with many human beings during this last 1/3rd of my day.
Pointless post, and exhausted(?) despite the amount of sleep I had today. NOT looking forward to classes tomorrow, but excited about the gorgeous weather being forecast!!!! Hopefully the sun will be hot enough to bake away all the worms really quickly. Gross.Gross.
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I hate I hate I hate.
To You:
For all the things you said I'd never do
For all the things you said that were untrue
For all the times you made me feel alone
Said I'd never make it on my own
(chorus 1)
Things are lookin' up for me now
Seems like Karma's makin' its rounds
Its my turn now, won't be held down no
Karma's gonna visit you too
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
I hope you do, I hope you do, yeah, yeah
(chorus 2)
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
And on every page you see a big picture of me
And under every picture the caption should read
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me
For all the times you said "I got your back"
For all the times you stabbed me
For all the times you tried to hurt my pride
For all the pain I held down deep inside
(Chorus 1)
Things are lookin' up for me now
Seems like Karma's makin' its rounds
Its my turn now, won't be held down no
Karma's gonna visit you too
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
I hope you do, I hope you do, yeah, yeah
(Chorus 2)
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
And on every page you see a big picture of me
And under every picture the caption should read
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me
Needed to make me weak to help you feel stronger
I know y'all bitches think I'm somewhere dyin' inside
O yeah poor Kina, she went home
She couldn't take it no longer
But I'm, right here
I'm right here
I'm right here
Thank you, Kina, for expressing my emotions so wonderfully. And fuck. you.
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For all the things you said I'd never do
For all the things you said that were untrue
For all the times you made me feel alone
Said I'd never make it on my own
(chorus 1)
Things are lookin' up for me now
Seems like Karma's makin' its rounds
Its my turn now, won't be held down no
Karma's gonna visit you too
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
I hope you do, I hope you do, yeah, yeah
(chorus 2)
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
And on every page you see a big picture of me
And under every picture the caption should read
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me
For all the times you said "I got your back"
For all the times you stabbed me
For all the times you tried to hurt my pride
For all the pain I held down deep inside
(Chorus 1)
Things are lookin' up for me now
Seems like Karma's makin' its rounds
Its my turn now, won't be held down no
Karma's gonna visit you too
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
I hope you do, I hope you do, yeah, yeah
(Chorus 2)
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
And on every page you see a big picture of me
And under every picture the caption should read
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me
Needed to make me weak to help you feel stronger
I know y'all bitches think I'm somewhere dyin' inside
O yeah poor Kina, she went home
She couldn't take it no longer
But I'm, right here
I'm right here
I'm right here
Thank you, Kina, for expressing my emotions so wonderfully. And fuck. you.
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