Sunday, March 29, 2009

Breaking the RULES

Refer to last post. Rules are being broken as I type! Loud voices late at night, and loud company. Uh ohhhh. I guess rule-makers make rules just to break them!
Smart, girls!


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Friday, March 27, 2009

How diplomatic would you be if this was left outside your door?

"It's obvious that the three of us do not get along. However, in order for all of us to co-exist in this apartment there need to be some guidelines. Please be respectable to the time whether it be early morning or late evening and try to prevent doing the following:
-Slamming any doors, cabinets or wardrobes because it's not necessary.
-Blow drying your hair during the early hours (We wake up early most days of the week and there are only limited opportunities for us to sleep in; if you don't have to be anywhere early, you don't need to blow dry your hair that early)
-Bringing in loud visitors and either not shutting the door, or contributing to the loudness (There are times when we are studying or sleeping and the loudness gets in the way)
The biggest issue is the noise volume. Please just take into consideration what we have stated above and if this continues to persist, we may have to contact the CA."

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Always (always) Up (up)

I shouldn't be awake right now. Not that 9:27 AM is an ungodly hour or anything. It's just that I woke up because I have things to do but I'm just sitting here being completely unproductive and lazy. I'm not even going to work out today because of said things, though I might as well at the rate that I'm sitting here...I find that if a teacher doesn't give a shit about her class, the only thought that motivates me is I need to get the work done to pass and not have to take it again. Such a waste of time though. Honestly.

I FINALLY WATCHED HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3 LAST NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cratzy. It was so good. I think my favorite one. I actually wish it could have been a little longer, so that the drama resolves could have been even more dramatic. Ha. My biggest complaint is the awkward moms, raisin' they browssss everytime the lucky couple was alone together. Awkward moms- give your kids more credit.

Nothing more to say. I hope that I haven't lost my blogger's touch?

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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

You know (or, at least I do) that I have more brains and more to worry about than another individual when I can piss that person off simply by shutting my own bedroom door. ROCKIN'

Also, rockin' weather. Trina and I went for a run this morning at the res. Probably a solid 2 miles, give or take a few tenths??
My webcam has supposedly come in also, woohooooooooooo!!!!


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Sunday, March 22, 2009

Friday, March 20, 2009

Spring break

Spring break spring break spring break spring break<3333

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Let the men in!

Sisters (and brothers)

This morning I read something about feminism that I found to be pretty important. It was that we need to let the men in.
Boys should be raised as feminists, and husbands, boyfriends, and fathers should be taken seriously as feminists. Fighting against rather than with will never get us anywhere. We are already having to fight amongst ourselves to keep from reversion and the continued use of shameless gender-boxing. Let the men in, they are our partners.

This idea of reversion and "civil war" between women is something that has been upsetting me for the last 3 days. I was thinking about the difference between the youth culture of the 60s and 70s compared to the youth culture of today. I almost feel like there isn't a youth culture today. Also, I'm not sure I am even a part of the youth culture anymore? Does that end when I'm off my parents' insurance? Whatever. The point is, whatever "culture" of youth there is today is so divided. We're all against each other. The reason why the youth from the 60s/70s was so formidable and wielded so much power and forced people to listen so effectively is because they were a completely united front. Those youth all found they could relate to each other on a common side simply because they were a member of the same generation. Easy as that.
Pretty soon Paul and I (amongst others) will be protesting members of our own generation on campus. It upsets me that sometimes that's just what it comes down to. But someone has to say something, right? Better to take up arms against your own then let your own ruin everything that everyone else has fought for. God, they are so wrong.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Man oh (man oh!)

It's been so long since I have posted on here! Probably a new record. Like a week? Possibly two, but I'm too lazy to check.
SO! updates.

Snowboarding at Killington, VT this weekend. Very cool times, I learned a lot and I actually felt like a snowboarder. Albeit, a slow one. But whatever. I honestly say props to any female who gets herself onto a board. All the ladies are always all about skiing, which I hear is 10x easier to learn. Not to diss. But come on, snowboarding is so much COOLER than skiing could ever hope to be!!!! It was really nice this year because going up the lifts I saw a few more girls than previous years who were my age and at just about my ability level. Good times. Proof:

Also, as of last night I decided to do the Death Race at my campus!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO PUMPED FOR THIS. LIKE YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE. I *think* the Death Race started with a group of anarchists who decided to use their bikes as weapons against society. Commiting minor acts of crime to spread a message of bringing down large corporations. Another idea behind it is taking back public space. Death Races are done on bicycles, riding through areas where maybe you wouldn't ride through ordinarily. They give you the opportunity to do that. Here at Ramapo it has these ideals, plus the fact that it's just awesome and fun and BASICALLY a scavenger hunt that takes place on your bike. We watched a documentary from Death Race 2006 last night and it totally inspired me to sign up. I'm getting my bike today with Paul!!!! woohodao

Lastly, I have found that I am reverting to a depressed state of mind. I don't think it's anything that is going to stick around for too long, but for now it makes me feel extremely stifled and anxious. I honestly think that exhaustion and this constant overcast/rain have a lot to do with it. But at least I always have things to look forward to. Like MARY this weekend and SPRING BREAK. Woccawocca!











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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Engagement

I had the weirdest dream about becoming engaged to a complete stranger who I didn't even love. I just wanted to be engaged. In the dream, my new fiance's family kept sending me text messages entitled "grandparents." All of the texts were pictures and the family was so trashy and low-class. I was worried about the phone bill because of them.
Then I was really really upset that Brian Bay hadn't asked me to marry him and that he did not even seem upset about my being engaged to some strange loser man. So I went crazy and took a motorcycle and decided to go all the way to Albany. But at a rest stop at Arby's (except Wendy's), I figured I'd head to Mississippi instead since that's where Jon Kallin is.
Paul and Thom and this huge bitch all followed me. The bitch left with my dad (weird that he didn't make me leave with them) and that was basically the dream.
Dream Brian- what a disappointment.


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Sunday, March 1, 2009

Thank you Shalom Gorewitz, for making my life. Seriously.

Okay, so sometimes I feel a little bit down about pretending that I want to be an art teacher and also being an artist and living in America where the economy just doesn't want anything to do with either one of those professions.
I also sometimes feel that it isn't a "real" thing to take on. It's so easy for so many people to consider art a joke and to make me feel inadequate for pursuing it. Like I should be doing something more important or something.
But here's the thing: It keeps me together.
Not many people can complain and complain and complain about their homework assignments that are imperative to complete, and as an end result have created something. I have contributed to something because of the mere fact that I want to create as a living (maybe this constant creation has something to do with me not wanting to create babes one day...ehhh).

Anyway, Shalom really made me feel proud that I am an artist. He told our class that probably the reason that we chose is art is because somewhere inside, even if we haven't figured it out yet, we have something to say. How exciting is this concept? Holy shit, Shalom: I totally believe you. Ever since high school I have felt that God has something big in store for me. I can feel this big exciting empty spot inside that has filled only somewhat since starting school and choosing art. He has given me art for a reason, and it's nice to trust in the realization that someday I will do something important with it.

Penelope Cruz (whatever, dudes) also made a really good point in saying that the world needs the beauty and happiness that art will bring. The visual artists and performing artists and what not just need to stick together through the hard time that our country is entering into. As stupid as it sounds, the artists can "keep it real" by continuing to create and create and consider this creation an important contribution to society.

I have no real ending to this post, but I was very inspired by what these two people had to say about the arts. It really gave me a whole new perspective on things.






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