Cacophonous White Noise

better than that

2007-07-02T21:51:00Z

Over the last few days I have begun to feel an overwhelming excitement about the fourth. It might have even been considered a small swelling of Kingston pride within me. But that all changed today... Now I am convinced that everyone in Kingston is retarded. That's right. EVERYONE. RETARDED. This is how it went down:

I went into Subway (big mistake) for what I thought would be a quick lunch. There are three people in line in front of me. The first man is about 60, and talks so quietly and slowly that no one can hear him. You can imagine how that went. The next lady had a newborn baby. Excellent. But it was the third lady that was the icing on the cake. She was almost exactly like Nancy Tietje, but oh so much more.

First, a physical description: her ass was big enough for three or four people to live in. She was wearing white pants and a George Straight t-shirt, tucked in of course. She had what can only be described as a goatee (at least .5 inch long hairs covering her chin and mustache region), and to top it all off, teeth scarier than you find on Halloween. We have a pair that go over your real teeth for special scary occasions, but they don't even compare.

To start it all off she asks if she can have Monterey Jack cheese. "No, we have American and Cheddar cheese." Then she asks if they have swiss. Obviously you cab guess how that went. Next she asks if they have Pepperjack. Finally we move on to condiments (after she is satisfied with a pre-grated mix of American and Cheddar). She says she wants everything. Everything. Who wants ever sauce at Subway? To answer my internal monologue, she turns to me and says with a creepy chuckle "I'm just one of those FREAKS who likes to mix my sauces!" So after being given mustard, honey mustard, marinara sauce, sweet onion sauce, mayonnaise, some kind of italian dressing, some sort of hot sauce, and a myriad of other disgusting combinations, we move on to vegetables. Everything except tomatoes. So we get all that figured out, and finally she is about to leave when she remembers the most important part:

"Oh, and can I have a dish of Mayonnaise for dipping?"

heinrich maneuver

2007-06-30T17:24:28Z

wylie: what if I get married before you?
me: i don't think that is going to happen.
wylie: but if you don't find the right man...

today is the little whipper-snapper's birthday and we're going to the zoo and then the demolition derby. it's going to be a great day.

p.s. my car isnt going to be done for another week and a half :(
i probs wont get it before i go to caleeeeffffornia with my mommy. boooo.

sunshowers

2007-06-28T21:10:47Z

i hate my job.

today i FOLDED for 5 hours. it was so fun. even better, i think i'm being managed out. jana's daughter just randomly started working with me today..and jana was all teachin' her my shit. she even has an hours sheet right next to mine now. BIIIITCH. after that whole sob story about how they can't afford to have me work very many hours this summer..they bring her in? i mean wtf.

now i am going to take a trip to beautiful silverdale washington to get my new contacts. finally. im tired of you calling me four-eyes.
and redo the black on my sweet rims.
and mow the lawn.

dear baby jesus,
please make the rain fall upon me
so i can avoid mowing the lawn for one more day.

if i had a boat

2007-06-27T19:01:15Z

it's official. today is the most boring day of my life.

i got off work at 10:00. who does that? i wasn't supposed to work anymore this week, but instead i have to go in for folding (!?). i hate you depressed jana.

i am going to start posting again-- but i do not intend to capitalize or punctuate. cry about it.

tonight is crusin' night at the port orchard a & w. expect some pictures from that excursion with my hombres.

rocky mountain high

2006-10-17T14:46:42Z

it has become painfully apparent to me that i am only satisfied in life when i am incredibly busy. lucky for me, that day has rolled around again for yours truly. in the last 24 hours i have become a VERY busy girl. you see, its about this play.

first i'll tell you how i became involved in this particular dramatic affair. you see, i was sleeping contently in the haze of drugs on a tuesday morning two weeks ago. after having been awoken by my alarm at the allotted 6:30, i simply decided to take more codeine and put off school for one more day. an hour and a half later, my phone rings. of course i answer it, because i am never one to sit (or sleep) back idly when a phone rings. it was Laurie Arnold, and she was calling about a play. you see, Island Theatre, a group that has been doing many things including library readings for about 8 years, was doing a performance and they seemed to be short an actress. in my drugged state it sounded like a great idea and i agreed whole-heartedly.

the role was Petra. the play was An Enemy of the People, originally written by the famous Norwegian Henrik Ibsen, but adapted "for the american stage" by the one and only Arthur Miller. Island Theatre had taken on yet another library project, and this play was to be performed in libraries throughout kitsap county in the early parts of November. the play is about an emerging town that is finally making its big break because of freshwater springs that allegedly have the ability to heal sick people. the doctor in the town, Thomas Stockman, has just discovered that the springs are in fact poisoned and the whole institute needs to be rebuilt. instead of being hailed as a hero as he expects, stockman is instead made into "an enemy of the people" and written off as a crazy man. the last act of the play is about his quest for truth. petra, my role, is the daughter of one thomas stockman. she is a young woman who already has quite radical ideas about the world, and is fiercely protective of her family and specifically her father.

i have been acting since i was a very small fry. i think my first role in a movie was when i was 6 months old. in my early years a i did a lot of commercials with my mother, and once i got to 4th grade i started acting in school performances. first came food wars with mrs. dazey. then it was the wizard of oz, where, ironically, all i needed was a heart. midsummer night's dream, the tempest, hamlet, midsummer night's dream again, much ado about nothing, hamlet again...the shakespeare just flew by. the stage became largely about improvising (although not literally) as none of your cast members were over 12 years old, and most of them were girls. after leaving options i made a point to continue working on school plays, and i took on roles in bullshot crummond, antigone and the passion of dracula. drama was my most consistent extra-curricular. after turning down a part in the real inspector hound, i was actually quite glad to have such a dramatic opportunity fall into my lap. i have never worked with an adult cast, and it has been every bit as wonderful as one can imagine. finally there is nothing in rehearsal about teenage drama or about how so and so needs to do their homework. everyone is 100% there 100% of the time, and when we're not onstage, we simply watch the action. i have been particularly happy about my close family unit. Diana who plays my mother Catherine and Paul who plays Stockman are the most lighthearted and funny people i have had ever had the pleasure of working with. we always sit together in our little bunch and talk about how we should be getting family portraits. when daddy stockman does something embarrassing, mother and i look at each other and wonder why she didnt marry his brother peter and why i look so much like the mailman.

i began going to rehearsal two weeks ago on wednesday, only to find they had already been rehearsing for a month! the play was completely blocked, and some people were even off book. the play has gone through much uncertainty with parts, and we just acquired a full cast last weekend. in addition to this minor hurdle, we are only performing on a conventional stage once. all our other performances (all 12 of them) are at libraries. to make things more simple, we have completely eliminated 95% of props, and the set never changes. the actors sit in a semi-circle around the stage, so you are never truly "off." there wont be lighting or makeup, and we have to do our own costumes.

despite that, this has been an incredibly fun and also very educational experience for me. it so amazing to get to work with actors who have no where they want to be other than in that room, doing this play. my part, although central to the plot, is not a big one by any stretch of the imagination. mostly i stand around and throw in my two cents about things..like the trouble with the management in this town. being the only female of my age on the cast, i am also wooed quite regularly by a host of newspaper men, who embarress themselves to no end.

so, small part = small amount of work, right? well, it was looking that way. last night Paul (daddy stockman) expressed his concern about his lines. he has more lines than hamlet, plus a day job. we agreed unanimously that we were going to take shifts, two or three at a time, and go run lines with him on off days. now, for me, other than the days which we already have rehearsal, every day was feeling like an off day..so i just decided to volunteer for all of them. wow. bam. so much for feeling uninvolved. i pretty much have to go help run lines tuesday at 7, wednesday we have rehearsal from 6:30-9:30, thursday at 5:30, saturday from 10-12, then rehearsal from 12-3, sunday from 10-12 and monday at 6:30, which brings us to hell week. good job amelia. way to stay involved.

now that i have found myself in this mess, i am beginning to panic about little things like my PORTFOLIO..and oh, APPLYING FOR COLLEGE! oops. luckily the chances are looking pretty good that i'll live.

over and out,
her busy-ness

home improvement

2006-10-15T22:51:55Z

sunday sunday sunday.
it has come to my attention that the ever dazzling whitney has listed the wrong URL on the website for my blog..so, cheers if you made it here i guess. cheers begins a funny story. you see, i am designing a "holiday" card for my mother's business, and all she can think of to say on the front is "cheers." considering we're fairly PC in these parts, and also the fact that we are more jewish than we are anything else (that doesnt exempt anyone who was previously intending to from getting me a christmas present, by the way...ha), something like "merry christmas" just wouldnt cut it.

now, i have this long-standing beef with Kingston Lumber. Kingston Lumber, and the Waggoner family are a large and monopolizing presence in this small town which i inhabit. every year on their reader board they write "happy thanksgiving, from our family to yours." okay, so that's not the end of the world right? but, the thing is they say that every year. thats not even the worst of it. the problem is, when one holiday is finished, and another one rolls around, they simply change the beginning and leave up the (now sickening) "from our family to yours." so every holiday, for as long as i can remember, i've had to deal with

"happy thanksgiving, from our family to yours"
"merry christmas, from our family to yours"
"happy new years, from our family to yours"

a long with being incredibly annoying, they have never even attempted to do anything but force their christian and monotheistic ideals on the entire town! thats not to say that 95% of kingston, those of us who are still waking up and trekking through the mud on grandaddy's farm on christmas morning after having finished a big breakfast of bacon and G.O.P., aren't perfectly fine with it being all about christmas, but seriously guys. its time we saw

"happy thanksgiving, from our family to yours"
"merry christmas, from our family to yours"
"happy chanukah, from our family to yours"
"merry kwanzaa, from our family to yours"
"happy solstice, from our family to yours"
"happy new years, from our family to yours"

and let's not forget january, where we should see all sorts of OTHER holidays represented, like

"happy 24 Hours Of Living Meditatively Day , from our family to yours"
"happy National Joy Germ Day , from our family to yours"
"happy Organize Your Home Day, from our family to yours" (0ne of my favorites)
"merry I’m Not Going To Take It Anymore Day, from our family to yours"
"happy Show And Tell Day At Work, from our family to yours"
"happy National Clean Of Your Desk Day, from our family to yours"
"happy Get To Know Your Customers Day , from our family to yours"
"merry National Nothing Day, from our family to yours"
"happy Penguin Awareness Day , from our family to yours"
"merry National Hugging Day , from our family to yours"
"happy Squirrel Appreciation Day , from our family to yours"
"happy Snowplow Mailbox Hockey Day, from our family to yours"
"happy Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day, from our family to yours"
"merry Thomas Crapper Day, from our family to yours"
"happy National Compliment Day, from our family to yours"
"merry Inspire Your Heart With Art Day, from our family to yours"

its only a matter of time before we begin to see the lesser-known holidays represented.
and who knows when they'll forget the season is over and suddenly

"sale on 3/4 nails, from our family to yours"

will appear.

you dont like me anyway

2006-10-11T17:19:51Z

i can't decide whether or not to tell another story. i have one, particularly interesting story about a graphic design job i just had to do, but its one of those horrid situations where i have a lot to say..and if the wrong person(s) stumbled across my ravings, well, it would be a bad situation.

i recently discovered a new couple of websites. first, there's graphicology (http://graphicology.blogspot.com/), which i have been frequenting since its beginnings. there are quite a few design blogs out there i have discovered, and this one is written by a former client of my mother. JJ has some great things to say and has all sorts of exciting logo changes and stuff. most recently he's talked about the evolution of the cadillac logo, and why designers shouldn't have to do spec work, which is funny, because it has a lot to do with my morning:

What is “spec?”
“Spec” has become the short form for any work done on a speculative basis. In other words, any requested work for which a fair and reasonable fee has not been agreed upon, preferably in writing.
What’s so wrong with that?

In a nutshell, spec requires the designer to invest time and resources with no guarantee of payment.
Isn’t it wise for a client to “try before they buy?”

On the surface it may seem so. But, digging a bit deeper, one realizes that professional graphic design is about creating custom solutions, not cookie-cutter concepts.
But, with today’s computers and software, how long could it take?

This is a common point-of-view for many who confuse the professional with his or her tools. The “process” is more than simply tapping at a keyboard or clicking a mouse. It’s about understanding the nature of a communication challenge and then using one’s brain to find the appropriate solution.

At the end of the day, there is a certain irony in spec work. A prospect requesting it is ultimately saying, “My project isn’t important enough to hire a professional who will take the time to understand my situation and goals and invest the time needed to create a suitable solution.”

another interesting thing JJ has been doing is adding "monday links" to interesting things. some of them are random, like the like to a Bob Ross fan website. does anyone remember Bob Ross? he was the guy on channel 9 that did the crazy paintings? the one who often talked of "happy trees" and "happy accident." he is considered to be one of the most-watched and televised artists ever, which is funny considering bob ross is on channel 9, and borderline boring as dirt. regardless, i consider him to be one of my ..strongest influences? other interesting links include how to make your own drawing machine, and the pantone website.

but the most interesting link i have found is to the website of Von Glitschka, a well-known illustrator and designer. one of his websites includes weekly illustrating lessons (http://www.illustrationclass.com/index.php). essentially he takes one of his projects and then scans and talks about each step of his creative process. as someone who is daunted by going from start to finish on a large illustration project (on the computer), i find this to be particularly helpful, and who doesnt want to pick the brain of a design genius? his main website (http://artbackwash.com/) seems to currently be a rant about the switch from FreeHand to Illustrator. although i cannot sympathize (considering freehand has been phasing out since the adobe bought macromedia a few years ago), it is a fairly hilarious situation. "Vonster," as he calls himself, was using freehand right up until he found himself working on a project for none other than Adobe Illustrator CS2 herself.

i like the rain most when it stops

2006-10-10T18:16:06Z

in true amelia style, i am going to tell you a little story with very little content which will be of little to no interest to you. this is going to be a story about sunflowers.

i've never been the gardening type. now, when i say that i dont mean that my orchids just dont bloom like they should, i mean i cant even keep a run-of-the-mill houseplant alive under any circumstances. when i was knee high to the marry grasshopper, i used to pick corn with the best of them, but the care and supervision was never left up to me. i did spend a fair amount of time in the garden, but not generally of my own free will. i do remember being in the garden one day when my step-mother stepped on her brand new pitchfork and gave herself a nasty little puncture wound, but that is a story for different day.

my garden failures began with a small flower garden outside my bedroom window, with a large stump in the middle. aptly named "the stump garden," i was given full care privileges and managed to keep the garden in working order for..oh..i dont know...an hour? after my problems with the stump garden, i began boycotting anything floral. it is common knowledge that the women in my family do not have even a touch of green in our thumbs. one could even say that they were full on brown. like my mother, and her mother before her, we only seem to possess the talent necessary to kill the plants in our general vicinity.

last year i decided to do an independent study with Linda Ayriss, our local and renounced illustrator. we decided to come up with some sort of work trade in exchange for her lessons, and naturally she requested that i help her with her garden. great. when mrs. ayriss talks about her garden, she's not talking about a little stump garden, shes talking about a full on landscaping masterpiece. you can imagine my trepidation at working in a yard that had been on the bainbridge garden tour, given my family's history with the plant types.

there was only one way to turn my family's losing streak around. somewhere along the way someone must have missed the part at the end of the story where they have to bring madam zeroni to drink from the spring, and we were left cursed "forever and ettternittty." i decided it would behoove me to become a member of the west sound academy garden club. although this didnt turn my luck around instantly (which might have had something to do with the fact that i avoided as many meetings as i could), things did begin to look up.

although my work ethic was not quite up to my usual standards when i attending garden club (notably the raised-bed building incident, where my dad ended up in more pictures of the garden club then i did), i did undertake a small task one fine day with katie mcgreatie outside on the steps of Mt. Baker.

with diane looking on with disdain (no, i was inspired by our recent vocab quiz to use that word, it has been in my vocabulary for many moons), katie and i began our messy task. the next week was May Fest and we were given the job of planting seeds with the hopes of selling the seedlings in the upcoming event. there were a few different herbs to be planted, and sunflowers. i took over the sunflowers, and after being assured that they were nearly fool-proof, i set about poking seeds into pot after pot.

May Fest came and went. few sunflowers left their home in Mary Pedersen's office, and they were beginning to appear sad and piqued. without the love and support usually dolled out to WSA inhabitants by the residents of the upper portion of the Baker building (ahem...), the sunflowers began to feel depressed.

the last meeting of the garden club was on a warm day in june. school was almost out, and we were spending some quality time at the garden before we left for the summer. mary brought out the sad looking sunflowers and passed them on to me. despite my lack of belief in myself, i set to work. i planted one sad-looking sunflower start after another, lining them up along the building. it was tedious work, and i was quite worried that all would be for naught, as the sunflowers had been completely abandoned for quite some and were clearly on the last legs of their lives if something wasnt done quick. i planted them in the soft loamy soil (okay, so actually it was really dry bark dust...but whatevs), watered them, crossed my fingers, and left them to the mercy of the lord. or something...

i had little faith in their success, but lo and behold, when i returned on september 6th in the year of our lord 2006, there was a row of strong and tall sunflower stalks. a few weeks ago they began blooming, and i am just sitting back and waiting. how long did it take for the curse of the bambino to end?

suitcase

2006-10-04T00:54:58Z

there are a few things you should know about my blogging. first of all, my headings are always the title of the song im listening to at the time. now, obviously this would change throughout the entry, so naturally it is just the song i was listening to at the beginning of my writing extravaganza. another thing you should know is that i dont capitalize, and i dont plan to. im just way too trendy for capitalization. and spelling for that matter.

the last, and most pressing item of business is that this blog will serve as a stream of ranting. i dont have a specific topic i care to discuss for a sustained amount of time, nor do i really have a clear idea of even what this entry will be about, but thus is the beauty of the "blog."

i discovered Joe Purdy the other day. hes a pretty amazing folky singer guy. he came to me in a dream. well, not really, but it felt like it. you see, i was in the throws of my codeine induced stupor and i decided i wanted to download music from Grey's Anatomy (oops, i broke my own promise of no capitalization) and lo and behold the ABC website has every song from every episode of Grey's Anatomy EVER, so what should be the next course of action? thats right, i downloaded every single song. i didn't really notice what was happening i guess, but somehow i ended up with 160 songs. anyway, to make a short story long and boring, i discovered Joe Purdy in this mysterious new playlist of mine, and im hooked.

that brings us to my weekend entertainment. while my friends and foes alike were trotting about on various hikes about the peninsula, i was undergoing one of the more unpleasant experiences of my short life to date. i am here to tell you the story of how it went down. katie mcgatie the greatie dropped me off at school (where my automobile had been residing for a few days while i stayed with the aforementioned person) around 7:15 and i presently drove to chez amelia. after an hour and a half of cleaning the area and trying not to have a freak attack, i took my halcion (a rather strong narcotic) and prepared for the worst. the car ride to the "dental surgery and implant center" was rather uneventful, although i became veeeery relaxed. when we reached the clinic they promptly called my name and took me away. quite possibly because of my altered state, i had no idea what was going on. a nurse asked me to take out my nose ring, but because my complete lack of motor skills at that precise moment, we both gave up on the task. i vaguely remember taping a piece of paper to my shirt which said to let me keep my teeth, thanks, the management. shortly thereafter i was whisked to a small room and told to sit down on the table. an anestesiaologist came in and introduced himself as flarammamsnaournnmmmfff... he wrapped something around my arm and instructed me to squeeze my fist a few times. during this procedure i recall attempting to make small talk with those around me... at which i most likely failed miserably. something cold was applied to my arm, at which time i realized it was time for my IV. i told him something along the lines of "katie mrmmmphhhh hurumpphpphph not so bad mmmmrmmmffff that was fast mmrrrppphhh" and the last i remember was a sharp pinch and asking the good doctor what kind of drugs he intended to give me, and then i completely blacked out.

upon waking up (which i never completely did, between then and now) i recall feeling miffed and cheated that they didnt let me count down from 10. i merely remember the brief sensation of being wheeled around and somehow obtaining a yellow flower which i may have stolen from someone. on the drive home my mother informed me that she no longer wondered what it would be like to have a retarded daughter. thanks mom, thanks a lot. someone stuffed me into bed and tried to feed me some yogurt, to which i responded "i can't feel my tongue! do i have a tongue?!" shortly after i fell asleep for many hours.

the fun began around 4:00 in the afternoon. not reading the directions carefully, my mother fed me two 800mg ibuprofens and a percocet. this is where it gets interesting. you see, before taking this myriad of drugs, i was not fed. like a neglected puppy, i suffered. about an hour after taking these morsels i became very nauseous. now, please imagine for a moment, if you will, that you have just had major surgery on your mouth and it is therefore very swollen, sore, and bloody. now add the stomach flu to that feeling. over the course of that painful night i threw up three times, each including a fair share of dry-heaving and an extra helping of the worst pain you've ever experienced along with the puking sickness. by the end of the night i was so afraid to eat and to take any more of my drugs, that i was sitting on the couch helplessly with no food or painkillers in me. i can accurately say that that wonderful evening was by far the worst (or at least most painful and uncomfortable) of my recent life.

after this initial horridness, the doctor decided codeine would be much more to my liking, which, of course, it was. the next three days are mostly a blur of movies, soup, and ice cream. this morning i had intended to stay in bed again, but the boredom was getting to be too much for me, so i put on my best square face and got dressed. i didnt really realize how much the drugs had been affecting my until i tried to perform fairly routine tasks. after putting the butter in the dishwasher and a cottage cheese lid on the empty tomato soup can, i knew i was a little more stupid then i originally thought. i also understand now why they suggest that people dont operate heavy machinery or motor vehicles while under the influence of these drugs. alas, i think my days with codeine are coming to a thankful end, and my withdrawals have almost subsided. my brief stint as a drug addict is over for now, and it looks like i shall make a full recovery. so it goes.

fever dog

2006-07-25T03:11:49Z

monday which was never good anyway...
this morning i was tired tired tired. our drawing model was only five feet tall. he also stood on his head sometimes. for the first little while we finished our still life crit. then we had to vote on three pieces to go in the ISB drawing show. none of mine were chosen..i guess im just too GOOD for them. ha, just kidding. i was close though. there were some amazing still lifes..so it goes. then we did some quick gesture drawings and *POW* we had to do an hour pose. apparently the hours go much more quickly here than on the west coast, and i had some trouble pacing myself. ultimately i ended up with a man lacking extremities of any kind.

during lunch i went to go check my mailbox, but it was EMPTY. empty i say. just in case you forgot:

Amelia Thomas Stier
Rhode Island School Of Design
2 College street, #2465
Providence, RI 02903

hint hint..nudge nudge..wink wink

after lunch we did another long pose, which again, i failed at miserably. alas. then we went to the picture collection where i discovered there are files upon files of beautiful pictures of raw meat. i will be able to do my slaughterhouse five idea after all perhaps.

after class i did very little. hmm. yeah, pretty much i have just been sitting on my computer. we went to the library for a while and started watching a movie about one of the warhol superstars. it was incredibly surreal. there is a tiny room with two bean-bag chairs and a big plasma screen tv. wahoooozer.

now i am going to go to bed, after i call my one and only.
peace out.

Plekete

2006-07-24T12:38:23Z

I just had a dream that is was the first day of school at West Sound. It was incredibly strange to then wake up in Rhode Island, but so it goes. I think I am over the homesickness, but now I am just ready to BE home. soon, very soon. This has been an amazing experience and I am very grateful, I don't want to sound like I'm not, but it's time. Kingston's callin' me baby.

brushfire fairytales

2006-07-24T04:31:09Z

despite my apparent disregard to spelling, grammar and punctuation, and the fact that i just talk about my day all day every day, i have mustered up the courage to update again. my long absence was due to many factors..the foremost of which being that i have been very busy. I recognize that 7 days have passed, and I will give updating my best effort.

Tuesday I had art history. Luckily they changed us all around and we were in an air conditioned room. I think it was 95 degrees outside. Wahoo. Soooome people had to do their presentations, but not I. We also had to meet in these big groups and talk about doing an oral report about an artistic controversy. We are going to do a newscast, to keep it interesting. Unfortunately an un-named horrid child is in my group. Remember that kid who claimed to be the most handsome guy in the history of the universe? Well, he was bad news. *cough cough..stalker..cough cough.* alas.

Tuesday night signified a very important first for me. As soon as art history ended I went to the library to start working on an atrocious project for basic design that included drawing the same 4” by 4” composition onto Bristol board SIXTEEN times. For some reason I chose a very difficult composition, and let’s just say that I worked on that piece of poo for FOURTEEN CONSECUTIVE HOURS! That’s right folks, I stayed up until SIX (do you like how I am spelling out the numbers to make them seem more important? You just cant put the CAPS LOCK emphasis on regular numbers like you should be able to) in the morning. Naturally 6:00 isnt that far away from 8:00, which is the magic
waking up hour, so I decided to take a shower and read for a little while. That’s right folks, basic design forced me to pull my very first all nighter. Good times, good times.

Naturally Wednesday wasn’t the best day of my life. Basic design class made me very hot and bothered after no sleep. We had a giant critique, although no one was willing to talk, and many of us were dissatisfied with the amount of time we had been forced to spend (although I will admit I spent almost twice as long as everyone else on it..). Many of the thoughts going through my head simply skipped the necessary filtering process and went straight to word vomit. Yay for Amelia and being far too honest and vocal. Oh well, it was alright in the end. However, my basic design teacher, who is obviously speaking for very jaded personal experience, told me that if I chose to be a graphic designer I would have no friends and no family, and would burn out after a few measly years. Quite a moral boost if you ask me. Luckily I was able to write her off as COMPLETELY crazy, and I am doing better now. The second half of the day was lack-luster, and I came home from class and immediately fell asleep. I slept very soundly for 5 hours. Somewhere in there Char and Jenna came to me and asked me if I wanted to go to the met with them. I replied simply with “GET ME SOME BAKED GOODS!”

Thursday was boring mcboringson. Graphic design was..um..how do you say..lame? we finished our logo project and started working on our book covers. I am doing Slaughterhouse Five, in lieu of my recent Kurt Vonnegut obsession. Around Thursday we discovered an exciting thing. Urban Outfitters (one of those stores that all those artsy types are OBSESSED with) was having a one dollar sale. Now, to make a long story short, we ended up going back there like twice a day for five days. In the end I bought like 20 things and saved a total of 900 buckeroonies. Now, im not one of those super-duper shopping types, but wowzah. I hope I am all shopped out for the rest of my life.

Friday we had a guest speaker in graphic design. Franz from Switzerland was very inspiring and interesting. I keep meeting more and more real RISD teachers and finding renewed faith in this place. This is looking a lot like the place for me. I also want to start taking more pictures with my film camera and using the darkroom. Maybe harley and I can work something out.

Saturday we slept SOOO late. Seriously, I think I slept until 12:30. we spent most of the day in the Sculpture studio, where I mostly just futzed around. We came back around curfew and watched the new Project Runway and finished Amélie, which none of us had seen. I also made this new layout..which Rebeca helped me with. Oooh, my HTML skills need so much work. I hope greg’s web design class is the best thing ever.

Today was pretty much the same thing. We got up early though, and Rebeca’s dad took us out to brunch. It was very nice, and he is a very jolly character with a cute Columbian accent. Rebeca, your dad rocks me socks. We went to the sculpture studio again, and I tried to do my basic design homework, but I find it incredibly difficult, even at this stage of my schooling, to find the motivation necessary to work on projects before their due. Now we’re sitting in my room and everyone is doing work but me. My foundation drawing teacher spared us from homework for some reason, and this has been the most relaxing weekend of my life. Well, since I got here.

I best be getting to bed so I can start next week off with a bang.
Oh, and HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY! Jeez. I thought you’d never say it.

Some pittures:

ampersand__ @ 2006-07-23T01:22:00

2006-07-23T05:23:05Z

okay, okay, okay. i know i am the worst livejournal user ever. especially for someone who is supposed to be keeping track of what they're doing.. anyway, as you can see we are undergoing a bit of a change..stirring it up a little bit..mostly because the last layout was failing for just about everyone.

more on the week later.

.22

2006-07-18T03:22:20Z

okaaaay....soo....ummm........yeeeahhh.....
its been two days, so we'll start where we always do when these...ahem...less than ideal situations present themselves:

yesterday:
ohhhh yesterday...all my troubles seemed so far away....(more on the beatles later) i awoke at 10:30 and read my book for a while. soon i shall be done. then i pretty much tried to do my still life all day, but it was 90 degrees, and not a good time. i spent like 8 hours on something that many people only spent 2 on. unfortunately, you cant tell them apart. anyway, then char and i went over to the boys dorm for a while..but the only redeemable part of that situation was the air conditioning. its just so dang hot. my brain = mush.

alright, alright..so obviously my ability to talk about yesterday is very hindered..so i'll try to talk about today. to start the morning off, i got a prank call at 7:30. now, 7:30 is a very strange time to get a prank call, but get one i did. it was a 253 area code though, which makes me think it was someone close to home...hmm..very curious..it was already 80 degrees or so when we got up, so naturally stickiness was prevalent from the get-go. drawing was much more bearable than last week. first we didnt have a model, so we did crit for a while. my still life went over very well..she said i picked a very difficult subject matter..but i dont know if that meant i didnt handle it well, or if i pulled it off...not sure, not sure. then my eye started freaking out so i had to go get my glasses at break time. having to wear glasses when its 93 degrees isnt really that fun. then again, at 93, nothing is that fun. once the model showed up we did some funny excercises, like taping charcoal to the end of a long stick and having to stand at the end of it to draw..but this time she put on music, and the beatles certainly made the time pass more quickly, even if i am exhausted of them. lunch was blecky, but i dont want to go into it. after lunch we did two more drawings, and then went over to the gallery to look at the faculty show.

after class i came back and took a nap, and then we all sat around and talked for a while. dinner was not interesting, as usual, but it was open mic night, and the amazing rebeca played some amazing stuff. check her out: myspace.com/rebecaarango

aft'wards she and i went to hang out with some genuinely cool boys, and we pretended to smoke chocolate cigarettes and be typical brooding artsy types. it was beautiful. now im going to eat more popsicles and think about how much hotter it is going to be tomorrow. its still 80..at 11:22.. outside..god knows how hot it is inside, but i can tell you its a whole hell of a lot hotter than it is outside.

.21

2006-07-16T05:15:35Z

let's talk about popsicles. you see, i have been having a bit of a popsicle escapade lately. which is NOT like a quandary (which happens to be the word of the day), for all of you who remember chad rabinowitz ;). this evening i absconded with some grapefruit juice from the met, and now i am single-handedly devouring grapefruit popsicles. its really quite nice.

this morning i awoke at the ripe old hour of 11. after lounging around for a small piece, Char, Rebeca, Matt, Jordan (our new photo buddies) and i went out for brunch crepes. kate will be happy to know that they DONT use buckwheat for their dessert crepes. finally. eesh.

after crepes rebeca and i came back to try and do work. first we walked ALL the way to the BEB building, to get her architecture shtuff. (now we're messaging each other from across the room, and it is very satisfying. its like being telepathic, only better.) we came back and INSISTED on doing work. so...um...then we watched project runway...annnnnd....haha, it was good. shortly after that we sat down to do work. i have to draw a still life that clearly shows foreground, middle ground and background, that also represents me. i give you:

clearly 100% me.

so, essentially i got like .0000001% done with that, and decided i had earned myself a little snooze. now, when i say little snooze, i mean, LITTLE snooze. guess how long said little snooze was? 3 and a half hours. so..um..that's where my evening went. people kept coming in and out, interlacing with my dreams and creating a very surreal sleeping experience. a lot of my dreaming included me yelling at my grandmother, and proceeding to beat her up. matt says maybe i have some bottled up anger. thoughts?

anyway, they dragged me out of bed at 7:20, and we managed to slide into the met just in time..although we had to eat part of delicious meal under the shroud of darkness. after dinner i got to talk to my long lost love, and then we decided to go out and explore waterfire.

(tonights crew)

(your effervescent leaders)

then Char and I decided to go hang out with Jordan (the self proclaimed most handsome man that ever lived) and watch Good Will Hunting..which we didnt finish. now everyone has been telling me its time to take a shower, so i guess i shall oblige. tomorrow = real work.

ciao

.20

2006-07-15T06:21:30Z

TGIF! ooh, remember the good old days of watching TV show after TV show on friday night? Full house was always my favorite show ever. anyway, today was one of those rather long-winded versions of what a day should be. every day here is long winded though. so it goes.

i awoke at the perfect time..finally. we had a cinnamon toast crunch party in our room, where it became even more apparent to me that it is the best sugar cerial of all. dont argue.

graphic design was..guess what? a waste of time! suprise suprise. we spent the morning applying our logo to the family stuff..which i..ahem..finished..even though it was the project for the entire day. i had a splendid lunch at the portfolio, accept for missing jenna because she was napping. it was VERY warm here today, but pleasant enough. i think it got to around 90, but not humid like usual. tomorrow is supposed to be the same.

after lunch i sat. okay, so sometimes i say i did nothing all day, when really it just FELT like i did nothing...well today i did honest to god, genuine nothing for three hours. i got back to the design center and Mary took everyone to the computer lab, but i didnt want to go because a) i was finished b) i have a laptop c) its too hot in there anyway and d) the wireless doesnt work. no wireless, no fun. so..um..considering i was finished..i read my book. slaughter house five. every time i read a kurt vonnegut book, i remember that he is my favorite author, by far. so it goes.

while i was up on the eight floor wasting time, i took some scenic overhead shots of beautiful providence rhode island:

(boys dorm + library)

after class i read for a while, and tried to take a nap, but jenna kept wanting quarters and a tutorial on how to do laundry. i still find it quite amusing that there are so many girls here who have never done laundry. some of them even have people named Antonia running around doing stuff for them..ahem.. MICHELLE. after reading, rebeca dragged me to see Batal Royal, a japanese scary movie about this highschool class that get placed on a desert island and told to kill each other off until there is only one left. a little monty-python style, if you ask me.

then we walked around the sketchiest places in all of providence, and ended up on thayer at 11:30, with many a motorcycle rider. Johnny rockets promised delicious root beer floats, so we indulged. like every night. we also hoarded yogurt at dinner, but that is a different story. (hey, is my fridge full of yogurt? i can't remember..) then we hightailed it back for curfew and watched the first episode of project runway. oh boy is it going to be good.

wahoo! sleeping in tomorrow!
be strong my faithful few, for the baby.

.19

2006-07-14T03:06:13Z

AIM OR MSN ME!
aim: able mabel co
msn: oldcabinranch@msn.com.
do it now.

Okay, yesterday + today.
yesterday was a frustrating one. first of all, my alarm was on vibrate, and sitting on top of my leather journal, so it did NOTHING in the way of waking me up...luckily Char forgot her key, so she knocked on the door..unfortunately it was already 8:34 and i had to get all teh way to the BEB building (which is like 90450920983 miles). Basic design was alright. we spent ALL day drawing little tiny compositions, but it became pretty fun. i took pictures of all sorts of little patterns and then abstracted them. i think i settled on some sort of city gridwork for my final piece, which includes drawing the same thing over 16 TIMES! and they have to be perfect..its going to be a super duper challange, and i should really start now..it's too bad i wont start until the night before its due isnt it?

providence was looking rather bleak and rainy. we went to the RISD store after class, and i got some amazing charcoals and blah blah blah. it was also HOT AND STICKY..because, that's the way it is here. i went over to Dever's room for a font party, and we identified fonts for our whole lives. it took me 2 hours to get 4 fonts, and guess what? the graphic design teacher DIDNT EVEN LOOK AT THEM!! golly jeepers. what a waste.

Later i did some of that laundry stuff that people do, and painted my space needle logo..also another HUGE waste of time...can anyone say busy work? cause i am certainly learning how. i went to bed at 1:15, which felt really good for me.

This morning i got up at 8:00 and discovered that my logo painting was all blotchy, so i tried very feverishly to fix it..but wouldnt you know it, she didnt even notice. graphic design consisted of sketching out the placement of our logo on a letter head, envelope and business card ALL MORNING, and learning InDesign all afternoon. now, seriously. what am i supposed to do with a 3 hour lesson on InDesign? i've realized one of the main problems with my graphic design teacher is that she's stupid..no, no, wait..thats not nice..the problem is, she learned graphic design when there were no computers, and hasn't practiced the art since under grad. now, if that's now qualified, i dont know what is. oh well. woah is me. guess what we get to do tomorrow? BUILD OUR PRODUCT FAMILIES ON THE COMPUTER! wow. that is going to be the best 6 hours of my pathetic little life.

after class i went to the library (NOT libary..even thought that's what nellie says..) to do some photocopying, but i got frustrated, so i stopped. then i went back to the room and helped Rebeca cut out 239023092032093 shapes for something or other. then we all went to the mall and i discovered the beauty of CVS. ...and victoria's secret..but that's a different story. ooh, i can't wait to finally use tooth paste, shampoo and soap again! ha. its been a rough week.

tomorrow it's supposed to be 92 degrees. please someone, trade climates with me.
oh, and, do you ever get made fun of for wearing a marmot jacket and carrying a nalgene bottle? is that seriously just a seattle thing? because everyone here thinks im hilarious apparently.

oh, here's some more pictures:

peace out.
-the cookie monster

.18

2006-07-13T04:40:08Z

oh golly boys and girls..i gotta go to bed, i just gotta.
i'll talk ALL about today..tomorrow.

i took some good pictures too, its just that i still have to finish my graphic design homework..and its 12:40..

tomorrow. i promise, i promise, i promise.

.17

2006-07-12T05:08:42Z

tuesdays. you gotta love 'em. sooooo...today i woke up at 10:00 (aren't you jealous?) and took a shower and cleaned my messy messy room. okay, so it was actually just a little un-tidy, but you know what i mean. at 11:30 i went to breakfast with Pogo and Rebeca and Char. at 12:00 i went to lunch with Jenna, and met up with michelle. we were supposed to eat with the pirates, but some of them were missing, and we were in a big hurry. At 12:30 we went to Residence Life to meet with Phil (whom everyone calls "big daddy," though i am not ENTIRELY sure why..) who hooked us up with a little switchy-switch.

Next, it was off to an amazing art history class. HA. first we looked at slides (again, many of them were familiar to me..Mia Lin, Cristof, ect.), and took notes on them. Although, i dont understand why, because we dont have a final or anything. hmmm..suspicious. then we had to get into groups and design a new public sculpture for Rockefeller Center in 15 minutes and present it to the class, convincing the teacher that it was the best sculpture ever. obviously that went swimmingly. After class, Rebeca and i went to the store, and then dredged up the hill. today was very humid..very warm, very sticky. after being back for a small piece, i realized i didn't have my folder with ALL my class syllabi and all that great stuff... so i had to walk ALL the way back to the art history building, and more notably, back up the hill.

then i slept for an hour, and it was the best nap of my life.

The next phase of my life included trying to pack up my stuff, and get some work done. we went to dinner late, to avoid the pirates..who we are now not avoiding? it's very complicated, and even your fearless leader does not entirely understand. anyway, the evening mostly consisted of me trying to shovel poor Char's stuff out of her very dirty room. i spent a long time on my hands and knees with a very small broom, and got many a strange look. im not OCD, im not, im not, im not. I also bummed some hangers off my fellow Mambo Number Five-ers, and now i have a lovely hanging set up in the closet. unfortunately, no one understood what i was asking for, because i cant seem to distinguish between hangers and irons.

no pictures today..maybe tomorrow.
keep clam.

.16

2006-07-11T05:25:38Z

alright, i am having some major catastrophies. apparently bandwith is a major biaaaatch, and now none of my photobucket pictures are showing up..so please excuse the technical difficulties, bare with me, and take it like a man. hopefully we'll be able to resolve this issue as efficiently and painlessly as possible..

so...liiike, Today was no ordinary day. Today was an EXTRA-ordinary day. It finally dawned on me this morning that I don’t have to get up at 7:00…so I got up at 8:15. I also realized that I can stock-pile apples at dinner, and then eat them for lunch.. thereby saving time. Duh.

(which came first, the apple or the orchard?)

So anyhoo… I got bored and went to drawing really early, where we finally had a real-live nude model. Let me just say this: if you thought standing up and drawing for 3 hours was a lot, 5 hours is even more. No really. You know how you can make it feel even longer? Only getting 5 hours of sleep. Wowzah, what a good time.

(what a lovely, and HEATED room...)

I had a pretty horrible day, drawing-wise. Now I know why people feel so discouraged when they are out of practice. We got out for lunch early, and I sat out in front of Homer and read my book...although I should have taken a nappy. The second half of the day was quite a bit more difficult, but I made it through. Thank god. It was touch and go there for a bit. We got out an hour early, because it was clear to our (only) amazing teacher that we were completely spent. I sat on the “beach” and did more reading. (just so you know, every school has a patch of grass they call the beach, with no sand, and no water). Tonight was rather uneventful, although incredibly dramatic in a couple of ways. Luckily none of it included me. Jenna and I went to get gelato, and we ran into a whole gaggle of boys from Brown who wanted a campus tour from us. Lol x infinity.

Lauren talked to Pogo, and now I am sitting in jenna’s room because I just don’t have the heart to face her right now. We have to go to Residence Life at 12:30 tomorrow..which happens to be in the middle of Clara Lieu’s art history class… she will not be pleased.

(the jenn(y)(a)s are sooo messy..pfft. i like it though)

Looking forward to another dramatic day tomorrow,
-your fearless leader.

EDIT:! HOORAH! Rebeca is going to be my new roomate! wahoo! the only sad thing is i have to move away from jenna..down the hall, but its still going to be awesome. anyway, we still have to get it approved, but it should be fine. yaya!

and for good measure, this weekend's pictuuuures:

(saturday night paaartay)

(the met..awwwesome)

(jenna looking gorgeous)

(walkity-walkin' to the peeelow party)

(dont smoke, okay? for jenna's sake)

(even the boy's elevators are swanky!)

(and look at that VIEW! the big building is the design center)

(and an unflattering picture of michelle, just because i promised.)

(oh yeah, and hands)

so..as soon as i get time i will try to solve this layout/bandwith problem. eegads.

.15

2006-07-10T06:04:46Z

oh boy. i feel like such a traitor. i have not been good about updating. i promise i'll get better. alright, so.. yesterday:

yesterday was pretty exciting. I got up around 9:30. Pogo went to boston, and she needed me to set my alarm to 7:00 for her, so that was nice. we went to breakfast, and then i went to the RISD store. this is where it gets interesting. You see, the day before i have bought a set of guaches right? well, i opened up the package, and the cobalt blue had exploded! i thought, that ain't right! so yesterday i went back to the store to exchange it. well, i looked through every single set of paints, and it looks like there is some kind of COBALT BLUE TERRORIST! this is not good. i need everyone to make sure they keep track of their cobalt blue guaches, because that terrorist will HUNT YOUR PAINT DOWN! needless to say, i dont feel safe anymore.

We came back to the room and worked for some solid hours. i was doing a hand project..which i will post pictures of tomorrow. (pogo is asleep..pfft, its only 12:30, what is she thinking?!). then the pirates we hung out with the day before showed up and we spent some time with them, until we were invited to a Toga party. first we went out to a birthday crepe dinner with rabeca (dont worry, they're not NEARLY as good as k-town) and gelato. the toga party kind of turned into a dance party/sit on the floor party. its was nice though, and so COOOOOOL. seriously. we have to wear sweaters over there. i wonder if i am becoming climatized yet. we came back at 12:00, and then stayed up talking until 3:00. i tried to talk to pogo about some of our issues, but it didnt go well at all..so it looks like there is going to be a little switcheroonie. i just hope its not too painful.

today michelle came and woke me up at 10:00, and i was greeted by ANOTHER charlie horse. seriously guys, that is NOT a fun time. i took a shower and cleaned my room, and then we did some more workity-work. i finished my hands (still going to post them tomorrow...i swear) and then the pirates showed up AGAIN. those pirates. heh. anyway, tonight's theme was pillow party, although we felt lame carrying our pillows across the canal in downtown providence, so we left them at home. unfortunately there was some drama, which has turned into more and more drama. there's no particular trouble there, its just that teenage girls are SO dramatic. there's nothing like 40 girls FREAKING out every night. seriously, i love it. Lauren came to talk to me about switching roomates, because she said it is apparent that it is effecting my work and blah blah..which it is..so now im looking at being roomates with a really cool girl from cyprus, but we'll see how it works out. alright, now that it is 2:00, i think i should really think seriously about sleep. no breakfast tomorrow. the 45 minutes of sleep are SOO much more important.

peace out.

.14.5

2006-07-08T14:43:20Z

hey guys! send me letters!

Amelia Thomas Stier
Rhode Island School Of Design
2 College street, #2456
Providence, RI 02903

annnnd add me on myspace!

.14

2006-07-08T06:04:26Z

alright...this has been an interesting day...
first off, have you ever had a charlie horse? well, lemme tell ya', if you haven't, i dont recommend them. i got one in the middle of the night last night, and seriously just wanted to cut my leg off. it was sore all day today, too.

anyway, this morning was uneventful. i went to breakfast with rebecca and then charlotte, because jenna was sleeping. graphic design class was actually eventful. but not like..ooh, wow, a lot is happening today..more like. oh. here we are. anyway, we are working on this horrendous logo project where we have to choose an image and combine it with our initials to say something about ourselves. i generally disagree with adding graphics to logos, because i think it usually makes them ugly, plus, i dont have any time for hobbies and stuff anymore, so it wasnt like i could draw a tennis ball and call it good. long story short, i spent all day yesterday, and all day today trying to come up with something i felt half way decent about. around noon i came up with an idea to use the space needle. Mary thought it was really cool and sent me off to print it. (oh, and i must point out, while i remember, that today she asked me how to make a silhouette in photoshop..she had never heard of the magnetic lasso tool..great, now IM teaching my graphic design teacher..she just keeps gaining points in my book..also, she brought in some jewelry she has designed, and let's just say they gave us a teacher with little to no taste..) so after lunch i came back and John (the 40 year old TA) tells me it "just doesn't work." and that i should give up and start over. fabulous. so we all decided to call down this guy Doug Scott (look him up if you get a chance). he went to Yale, teaches at Yale, and teaches at RISD..hes essentially the dude. John says "oh boy, call doug down here..he'll REALLY tell you what he thinks.." and i get all shaky-in-the-boots right? well, he comes down and says its really strong. he liked it alot, blah-de-blah-de-blah. but it gets better. apparently, he went back to the graphic design class he was teaching (not pre-college, college-college) and (according to Lauren the RA) starts talking about how excellent i am, and how i am running circles around my teachers and they dont know what to do with me. needless to say, lauren suggested i ask for a letter of recommendation, and told me there is no question about my getting in. of course im not going to let this get to my head...ahem... oh, here's the logo so far:

after class we decided to take a nap. now, this wasn't you average, run of the mill nap..heavens no. the three of us (jenna, michelle and i) fell asleep on my twin bed..and slept for TWO AND A HALF HOURS! wowzah right?

(sometimes we laugh and sleep at the same time...)

when we woke back up it was 8:00, and therefore too late to go to the met for dinner. instead we went to thayer and got pizza..the most AMAZING pizza in pretty much the whole world. it tasted better than it looked..half eaten.

shortly after dinner, we decided to hit up the RISD dance party. much primping ensued, although very little of it was on my part. i did, however, take some self portraits. ready?

funny right? oh, those are SO myspace worthy. am i right? am i right? ha.

anyway, after that we found some boys dressed up as pirates and michelle dragged us to their room with her. the boys dorms are AMAZING. air conditioning ..pfft. anyway, during the course of this little pirate seige, we established that jenna and i are the only ones who think that jenna and i are funny. well poo on them anyhow.

after curfew we went to talk to lauren for a really long time..most of which was about doug and getting into RISD. we also talked about switching roomates, because pogo is creating some MAJOR boundary issues..and lauren said it was okay, we just have to get all the would-be room refugees on board..namely Jenny, jenna's roomy.

well, i suppose i should shovel all Pogo's stuff off my bed so that i can go to sleep..wait, did i mark "very tidy" on my roomate survey? because i cant remember. oh, thats right. i did.

.13.5

2006-07-08T01:43:38Z

hey guys..i just want to let you know i am totally fine with being "friended!" you dont have to ask!

wahhoooooo RISD dance party tonight!

.13

2006-07-07T02:24:34Z

ahh, a day in the life of me. so, last night i decided i would turn over a new leaf and go to sleep early..but guess what? i am physically incapable. i got in bed at 1:00 (which is good for me these days), but alas i could not sleep until 2:00. some of my buddies decided to pull an all nighter. i just cant understand why they didnt want me to take pictures of them at 2:00 am.

naturally i was slightly EXHAUSTED this morning. graphic design was lame-o. except for the part where i got hit on by a 50 year old balding man in the type shop. that stuff is seriously hot. anyway, during the first crit (about our initials) everyone liked mine a lot. i was so proud. and our critique was 15 minutes as opposed to...4 hours? hmm... after that we worked on designing our "personal logo" which is actually incredibly difficult. she is making us use images in conjunction with our initials, by hand again. pfft. images are so passé. the TA totally agreed with me. it is also quite difficult to establish an "image" that represents you, when you dont have any hobbies to speak of..etc.

after class michelle and i went to the RISD works store, and i traded her my brown and blue bag for a new black and white bad! wow. this is exciting stuff for me. then she ...licked my face?

(you can really see the eyebrow improvement here..thank you jenna...)

then we ate dinner and came back to mambo number 5. Jenna and i finished watching the WEIRDEST MOVIE EVER! it was all fine and dandy until everyone in unconnected plotlines started singing the same song..including william H. Macy, who had just fallen off the roof of a building and smashed all his teeth out (you know how i love to watch teeth breaking...)...because...get this...there was a small tempest of..raining frogs? thats right my friends, raining cats and dogs is a thing of the past..now it rains frogs and frogs!

in other news, i have started trying to drink 2 liters of water a day..and it makes me feel...well..water logged.

in other, OTHER news..pogo replaced the gluestick she stole from me:

oh, and did i ever tell you about our name signs? well, when we first got here, there were little vintage pictures on our doors with our names on them..but some of the girls decided they wanted something a little more..modern? so, the new and improved door signs:

eesh. how horribly inappropriate. stay tuned for another riveting day tomorrow!