Thursday, February 11, 2010

Learn to Keep Your Mouth Shut, Cassandra

Oh, sorry about the delay.

Tomorrow is my good friend Adam's 28th birthday and I'm expected at the slumber party. Yes, my 28 year old geezer friend is having a slumber party. I'm bringing the cake and the damn dip. This will go one of two ways. We'll watch movies and yell, "HAIL SATAN!" every so often while rolling around in a fit of icing delight. Or, we'll just run around & dance in our pajamas, drunk, still yelling, "HAIL SATAN!" every so often. I have marvelous friends.

Tonight I plan on watching Troubled Water for a second time with John in hopes that he cries as much as I did the first time. Which was to an embarrassing degree.

Lauren and I are all set for Montana this upcoming summer: July 1st to August 25th. The dates don't stretch nearly as long as my last summer in Michigan, which I believe to be better. I started to grow anxious and ready for home whereas with this I doubt I'll be ready to say goodbye. We're working as waitresses in the Glacier National Park's Italian diner called Jammer Joe's. We're also planning on some music festival. Currently in the running: Bonnaroo, Pickathon, or Capitol Hill Block Party.

I am officially a classical civilization major and THOROUGHLY ENJOYING THE HELL OUT OF IT. I finally found a little niche for me in this collegiate endeavor. My sinfully attractive ancient civilization professor helped me work out the degree audit and it seems I'm right on track for the same time of graduation. Now, I'm signed up for classes like "Palaces of the Bronze Age" and "Sex and Gender in Antiquity." Fun FUN Fun!

Classes right now are great as well. However, I had a critique that ended up downhill in Drawing last class. I should learn when to be quiet and when to speak up. More of the former. Otherwise, Wednesday nights in Creation Stories is always a blast. A very religious class where Lauren and I pose as lesbian satanists, OH YEA.

Nothing for Valentine's day because other than Christmas and Sweetest Day it is the most consumerist, by far. I'd like to be appreciated everyday by my loved one and not have to designate special occasions for nice dates and sex. So, John and I have created the possibility of going to dinner anyway and suddenly breaking out in a rehearsed screaming argument where I eventually exclaim that I'm keeping the cat and proceeding to storm out.

John's mother hates me but he seems to think it is a good thing. He doesn't want us to be anything alike. Oh, parental complexes.

There have been a myriad of new faces joining the Loft D company lately. Lots of personalities stewing. It's similar to a play. Hopefully, not a tragedy. I'm going to sit back and be entertained.

Currently:
Listening to Cotton Jones- Paranoid Cocoon
Reading The Merchant of Venice by Shakespeare
Eating peasant soup (by Lauren) and tortilla chips
Preparing for the icy trek up Clifton hill towards iZen
DO WORK.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Have Mercy, Loretta!

Finally! Another post!

I think I might have a direction for this blog, at last, at last.

I've been baking quite a bit lately and I'd like to review the recipes. I'm not great at writing about anything else mostly because I'm cynical as sin. Write about what you know, right? Sure. I know baking enough to where I can comment on recipes and give hints and hype myself up for culinary school next year. (which I've definitely settled on. I'm telling my family that I'm still considering DAAP but that's just for peace sake.)

What I've baked this holiday season thus far:
Sour Cream Chocolate Cake Cookies
Bad Reputation Blondies
Chocolate Oatmeal Drops (so easy and DANK)
Brownies

I have been a real scrooge this season. I've recently become obsessed with recognizing how mindless society is because of corporate America and the government (which go hand in hand). I keep seeing correlations between the Christmas holiday and their control over us. It's incredible how petty it all seems to be but this is when everyone is the most stressed. People get themselves in tizzies over trees, lights, parties, cards, gifts, and traditions. I hate Christmas lights. I hate Christmas cards. I hate Christmas music. I'd much rather celebrate making it through another year by just being around the people I love without having to think about all those disposable things. We do the same thing every single year and for what reason? To celebrate a nonexistent god that strikes fear in the majority of America with pagan-rooted traditions? It's not that I like being all humbug and whatnot...I just don't agree with this nutty glorification. Why is Christmas the only holiday with music specifically for it? Because this is the one where we are made to spend the most money so they must glamorize it as much as possible. Bugger.

My dad also becomes his worst around this time. Maybe those are just the Daddy issues talking.

Currently:
Listening to The Roots: Do You Want More?!!!??!
Reading Fruits- a look at bizarre Japanese street style
Making French Toast and Coffee for John before he heads to work
Cuddling with my kitteh and smothering his majesty with unbearable hugs and kisses
Watched An Unreasonable Man last night: Nader is a pretty cool dude.
Applied for my Montana summer job yesterday! Awaiting that call.


Sunday, December 6, 2009

Guest Room

I'm on another blog!


my 2009 music recommendations. check it out.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Fraternity Blues

Final Project for Digital Foundations (Self Portrait):
Currently:
Reading In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan
Listening to A Hawk and a Hacksaw
Slowly crawling my way through the last week of class
Feasting upon Edamame (or, you know, just salty soy bean pods)

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Consequence of Sounds

Hanging around Katydid's apartment in Chicago. This morning we discussed our favorite albums of all time. Tough list. Imma tackle it.

Top Ten (in no particular order because that's too difficult):
1. Regina Spektor: Songs
2. Bob Dylan: Blood on the Tracks
3. Neutral Milk Hotel: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
4. Fleet Foxes: Fleet Foxes
5. Beirut: The Flying Club Cup
6. The Black Keys: The Big Come Up
7. Islands: Return to the Sea
8. The Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
9. Modest Mouse: Building Nothing Out of Something
10. St. Vincent: Actor

I feel like half of this could change in a year or so. People change though, it's inevitable. Currently, however, this is it.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Tim, I Wish You Were Born a Girl

A few things you'll find in my notebook:

1947. 273 Female Servant of Offering Bearer
Middle Kingdom, late Dynasty 11 or early Dynasty 12
2050-1900 B.C., wood with painted decoration

"on the patio."

a drawing of a mermaid.

To Do:
read for English and blog
philosophy paper
philosophy online quiz
Design & print

Brainstorming for Philosophy paper:
The Treasure of Sierra Madre
Nature of Man
Howard, Fred Dobbs, Curtin

Brainstorming for PostSecret:
I can't believe I missed out on that threesome!
I miss making out with girls.
I know he'll leave. This is my preparation.

Themes:
mustache- party, self adhesive, Mark and analyzation, silhouette, Kara Walker, becoming my father
potato- tattoo, carving

November 2, 2009, 10:53 AM
Dear Jasper,
I am writing things I've been thinking but cannot say to anyone.
We've been here before, we'll be here again. I know what we should be but it is unlike the lifestyle we both lead. We are both travelers with opposing paths. I could handle it because my trust in him is unbearable. I have never written this way before because I've never felt this before. And so young. We found each other early. I am not fond of the concept of fate but how can it be so otherwise? How did all of this just fall in my lap? Had I never dated JR I would not have transferred to UC. Had I not transferred I would have never met Jake. I wouldn't have met Lauren. We'd never get the apartment. What if we'd signed the lease the first day and ended up on the first floor? It would never be leased to someone else in that 24 hours and we would have never seen Loft D. And I would have never met John. Then what if I never posted on craigslist? What if Miles went away like he planned and never told me about John? What if I had never decided on contacting him again?
And what, then, when he leaves?
I will have to let him go as I'd want him to let me if I were the one leaving.

This week: Tues 6:30-10:30, Thurs 7:30-10:30

"I'll play a tune for thee and you'll do the same for me. Let's be the needle on each other's vinyl, the laser on our hard discs."

"within 20 seconds she tore up that corner, throwing around the wooden and metal stools like, 'Gotta get this pwrpnt going NOW!' she even threw her scarf over her shoulder 'defiantly' as if she meant business."

Brainstorming for Unhealthy Obsession project:
-illegal music downloading
-coffee
-baking
-collecting for collage
-bruises
-scribbling/doodling

Monday, November 16, 2009

Am I Dimmer Every Day?

A few things:

1. I am 20 years old today. Life goes on.

2. This past Saturday night changed my life. I experimented with perception again. John read One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest to my while I painted an egg carton. It was one of the happiest moments of my life and I realized I'd like many more like them.

3. I severely dislike football and most sports in general. I cant stand how mindless society can be. I understand the sense of community but I wish we'd all gather around something more substantial.

4. The world is a very large place and I am not a very big person. I hope I can explore it and take care of it and express my appreciation for it somehow, someday.

5. One day, I want to sell all my materials and condense my belongings to a medium-sized backpack.

6. Psychological egoism or something like it seems most likely real.

7. He's got eyes like Oklahoma.

8. Imagine a bakery that uses ingredients from an organic farm owned by the same person!

9. Coffee will never be out of style.

10. I am beginning to recognize books and movies as incomparable entities. Each are their own art form. Thus, the phrase, "I like the book better." seems silly to me.

Thanks for listening.

Currently:
Listening to Bishop Allen
Sitting in the DAAP cafe, as usual
Anticipating Burger Madness with John this evening
Reading Wiki articles on bands and whatnot