somedays you just need a reminder.

Just breathe.

Whenever I get stressed, my dad likes to tell me I need less cigarettes and more air, food and water.

Well. I think I need an oxygen tank, Daddy-O.

(sorry about all this stress talk, I promise to resume random recockulousness after this week is over. hopefully.)

Hanging on by a thread.

Do you think if I tell my teacher "The very thought of you makes me want to slit my wrists?", I'd still get an A?

Yea. That's what I thought, too.

I haven't been this stressed out since I realized I would be homeless in 9 days if that gives you a gauge at how much work I have to do. Ah! Back to work. The nazi in my brain tells me I can only have 5 minutes every couple of hours.

Maybe I should be drunk dialing.

The two songs that have been on rotation in my head for the entire day have been GaGa's Telephone and LMFAO's Shots.

It's a fabulous party in here, let me tell ya.

Yes: we broke up. No: I don't want to talk about it.

Jasper Willemsen

Type on the brain.

So True.

So Funny.

So Universally understood even by non-designers/ typographers.

I found it here.

Snow Day?

Even if the rest of New York City only closes down if a major catastrophe happens and blizzards don't count (*I'm looking at you, slave driving company that rhymes with Lacy's*), apparently schools still have snow days. More importantly, MY school allows for snow days and I might get my first one tomorrow.

Can we all join in a collaborative snow dance? Because for the first time, I don't have my homework and I'm dreading doing it.

But let's not get carried away with that dance because if my flight to Florida gets cancelled/delayed on Friday, there will be an angry cold Southerner at a JetBlue desk raising lots of hell.

If you're not from New Orleans, you won't get this.

I'm working on a branding project for class and we are designing a condiment product line. Naturally, I chose a creole seasoning similar to Tony's. I'm calling it Lagniappe (a little something extra) and it's a trip watching these Northerners try to pronounce it. Lagniappe and Chachere's.

It's been a long time since I've had a conversation with these words in it and especially where the other party had no idea what I was talking about much less pronounce it properly. I'd love to see them try to pronounce some of our street names.

I could never be a photographer. I'd feel silly.

I spent the morning in the 14th Street subway station dodging New Yorkers and taking pictures. My final in my Authoring class is to make a website of art work from one of the many subway stations (no, graffiti doesn't count). I chose 14th and 8th. I love those little guys and seeing as it is apart of my daily commute, it seemed fitting.Now writing a blog about it is a form of procrastination. Anyone want to edit these for me? ugh. I'm glad I can rule out being a photographer or a web designer. Both of which I am not cut out for.

Anywooo. Want a preview? These are my favorites.

Hello Again.

Have I mentioned lately how happy I am to be back in school?

Even though the workload is kicking my ass and sometimes Im so busy I forget to eat and shower and I have no life or money and I get sick of seeing the inside of my apartment and all that other stuff. . . I'm really really enjoying it. Honest.

I just got finished my homework for tonight. Want to see a part of it?

I think he is super cute.

Want to do this Illustrator tutorial? Go here.

Want to buy me a subscription to this amazing magazine? Go here.

(It's quite pricey, so Im just going to say up front, don't expect sex in return for it ;-)

I really want the USB key. I'm starting a collection.

First quarter down; 3 more to go!

I know in the real world, your grades don't really matter. The school you went to doesn't really matter. What matters is how good your work and your portfolio rock.

When I set out on my adventure of going back to school, I set a goal. If this is what I really want to do in life, then I have to get good grades. duh. It makes sense. I wanted all As. I've never done that in my life. Lots of pressure, but I must say. . . .

I rocked it!!

(I know, there is an A- in there, but it's better than the B I was expecting. It's because I don't listen very well. More on that later, but if you know me, you know it's true)

And today is the first day of my new quarter. Hopefully I can keep it up!

Kate Nash look-a-like?

A girl in one of my classes swears I'm her twin.

I don't know. What do yall think?

Thanks for the compliment, she's super cute!

The Munny Craze.

Am I the last person to know about this? I see these things everywhere but I had no idea what they were about. I didn't even know what the hell kidrobot was either. The things you learn in school, people. 

So apparently Dunnys are super popular little figurines, too. They come out in series, artists create, you can buy for $2-$8 and people collect them. The catch is when you buy it you have no idea which doll in the collection you're going to get. Genius, right? Something else useless I can spend my money on.

During our weekly class field trip we were walking around Soho (where I saw Bradley Cooper. .. . I know, right?! He looks super old IRL, btw) and went into the Kidrobot store. We found out that they were having a release party tonight for the Dunny 2009 series. So we stayed to see what it was all about. I got schooled on everything by a 4th grader (who had an iphone, btw. Holy Shit. I'm 27 and I don't even have one!) and felt really old. It was cool because at the party, if you didn't like the one you got, you could trade right then and there with some people from the store or other customers. A few of the artists for this series were there signing their dolls, which was neat for those seriously involved in the collecting/ trading thing.

And of course I had to get one (look! no chipped nail polish!).

And I got a DIY Pink Munny so I can decorate it myself! Google them. Some are super awesome, which totally puts a lot of pressure on me to make mine super awesome, because after all, I am an artiste! 

Sneaky sneaky.

I'm in class right now. Playing on the internets! (Oh, calm down. We're on a break but it sounded so much cooler before I admitted that) I never got to play on the internet, or a computer for that matter, in college. And recently, I just started talking to my friends while they were in class via messenger or FB.

Now, you can talk to me!
j/k.
I need to learn Photoshop.



ps- sorry I've been scarce. I've been way overwhelmed with homework and time managing. I apparently suck at both.