Friday, September 5, 2014

heh heh.

Girge-

Your last post was v. v. cheesy. I miss your dumb face too, but WOW. You added inspirational quotes from Tumblr with an ocean in the background. WOW.

I'm not sure that I have a whole lot to tell you, seeing as I saw your face last weekend.
It (your face, I mean) was weird and stupid, just like old times.

That is the most good/great/grood cookie fortune I have ever seen. Congratulations on your prosperity, I know you will take good care of it.

I will be joining your mobile band, whether you like it or not, on ukulele.

I finished that torso tryptic.. the one with the skeleton, then the muscles, then the skin. I would show you a picture, only I already turned it in so you'll have to hold in your enthusiasm and wait a week. Instead, I have made you this wonderful snapchat drawing of two ladies I saw at the cafeteria yesterday in matching denim tornado. They reminded me so much of you that I shed a single tear onto my chicken enchiladas. For seasoning.




A fart major masterpiece. I hope my teacher will accept snapchats as daily sketchbook entries.

I went to the gym today, dude. Do you know how much the gym sucks? Too. Too much.
BUT I do feel a lot better, physically. I've come to learn that, contrary to popular belief, you should, in fact, NOT eat half a jar of Nutella in one sitting. Who knew? Anyway, the gym is a thing I have to do now, also because the dining hall serves espresso brownies.

My 2D professor played this song at the beginning of lecture today:


 It's like Mexico with the white minivan, only now it's a burgundy Rolls Royce in Ireland or something!

Also Armen Ra gets my interesting person of the week award:


"I have silk pyjamas, but most of the time I just sleep wearing diamonds."

I don't know if I have anything else of interest to tell you... I will say goodbye and, until the next time I see your face, you will haunt my dreams like a centaur that looks like someone we know.

Three oyster vaginas in a row,

Girge

ALSO, THANK YOU. IT'S THE LONG-LOST JAM OF LEGEND, THE HOLY GRAIL OF MINIVAN DANCE PARTIES. I AM BOOGYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW. I AM CRYING AS WELL. THE T-REX NAMED SUE WILL LIVE FOREVER.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

To Robin: I Miss Your Dumb Face

It's been approximately five days since I last saw you, and 15 minutes since we last spoke on the phone. I really do miss your dumb face.

The house is remarkably empty without you here to eat all of our cheese and occupy the best spot on the couch. I didn't think you would leave such a hole, but you do. And it sucks. And I miss that stupid face of yours.

I'm feeling really dramatic right now. I watched the waves rolling in and hung my head, adding my own tears to the rough sea that is my emotion. Things will never be the same.


Just like the old times, Robin. Just like the old times.

Sarcastic asshole-ness aside (mostly) I have a lot of things to tell you. But I don't have many visual aids to accompany them. (Not only do I miss your face, but I also miss that nice camera you have.) Hopefully my future posts will be a bit nicer to look at. Speaking of nice to look at, this blog is not that. It is ug-ly! And I am looking at you, madame (f)art major.

Okay, into the tragic story of my life without you:

I'm going to try to start from a few weeks ago when I left for Canada. I know that we talked about my trip  a bit, but I have some more stories to tell you. For example, the time I fell into the pool with all my clothes on. It was quite a spectacle. You know how Tom runs across the pool when it's covered with a tarp? I tried this out and it when hilariously. First off, it was a very gloomy day. Secondly, I was wearing my only set of dry/clean clothes. Thirdly, I have nowhere near the amount of leg-strength to run across that thing. Every step I took my feet sank a bit until I was waist-deep in the pool with the tarp wrapped around me like a very wet and restrictive blanket. Picture someone running down stairs, except the stairs are actually a pool. That was me.
It took half an hour to return everything to normal. Janelle and Tom were not too pleased.

Speaking of Janelle, we are now pen pals. Well, kind of. Mostly we are corresponding via Facebook, but it's really fun. Do you remember her from last year? She's actually one of the funniest people ever. Like, check out these photos she sent:

That's her with the Northern Lights.

.....And in the middle of a lightning storm.
It's a fun time.

......So I think I've told you most of the things about Canada already. Hmm.....

Onwards!

Today Tom and I decided to go without internet (until now I guess), and we ended up making a very complicated arrangement of the Tetris theme song on fiddle and guitar. It is really quite amusing. Then we played Smash-Up while listening to Jesus Christ Superstar on my turntable.

We ate at the SoHo for dinner, and this is what my fortune said:

"A woman who strives to be equal to a man lacks ambition. Ouch!"

Isn't that the best thing ever? Like, this was in a fortune cookie. Ouch!

We all had a good laugh at it, and it is now one of my most prized possessions. Besides those roller skates you got, which I have now claimed for my own. THEY ARE SO MUCH FUN.
I was wearing them yesterday while I practiced my fiddle and Dad suggested that I do that down the walking path. Can you imagine? I think Tom should accompany me on guitar and skateboard, and maybe Samantha on a scooter and keytar. It should be a thing.

Oh yeah, how could I forget? I've been watching Stella's baby for the past few days. OHMYGOD she is so cute. Except for when she's crying for hours on end. I've taken to calling her Tamika. I think you know why.


I've been listening to this song a lot:


It's a good'un.


Well it's late and I have that dang lovely infant again tomorrow.

Far thee well, bitch.

Three middle fingers in a row,

Magalloway


P.S. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEY2Ko8PE9o

I put it on your ipod under "colossal fossil." YOU ARE WELCOME.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

My Dearest Margaret,


        I've decided to make the inaugural post on this here blog because I have some stuff to tell you.

I just finished moving into my dorm room today. It's still looking pretty barren because I decided to play it safe and pack really light. Here are some crappy cell phone pictures of the room:


Haha my side is kind of sad looking...

Before I left, I mostly procrastinated. Like super procrastinated. Like I packed up at 9:00 last night.
So instead of packing, I started a few projects! I'm working on the hand embroidery part of this skull piece that I'll probably turn into a pillow (again, crappy cell phone picture):

Also it won't rotate! Blargh.

I started machine embroidery again, which is how I did the skull part. Good for hours of putting things off!

I also got re-hired to do costumes for the hair show, obviously not in the same capacity as last year, but I am PUMPED! It's a good excuse to come home on the weekends. LeighAnn asked me to make some dresses from magazine pages, so I started on that. And I forgot to take pictures before I left. I'm working on a zigzag accordion folded bodice that looks sort of like this:

If you want to see it, look on my desk in my room.

Did you know Ben Howard is coming out with a new album?



I got these sweet as heck rollerskates at the Mission Thrift the other day:

I put rainbow laces on them for style AND functionality.

They are also on my desk. Try them out in the dining room. They are unbelievably fun and Joey is very intrigued by them.

ALSO, Jessica and I got holes poked in our bodies! Guess Where?


Don't tell Dad, I'm going to see if he notices when I come home on Labor Day.

Here is a SUPER creepy snapchat of mine:


Have fun sleeping now!

It was an ordeal to get them done. Jessica went first and she said it didn't hurt at all, but it bled a lot. Then I went and the piercing lady stuck the needle halfway in and then dropped the earring and had to pick it up and I was sitting there with a needle stuck in my nose and Jessica's like "OH MY GOD DON'T TOUCH IT IT'S OKAY IT'S OKAY" and I had to sit on my hands so that I wouldn't pull it out and stab the piercing lady with it. Anyway, she finally got it through and then said that it was super hard to get it because I have a "puggy nose." I guess I can't deny that. It hurt like crazy. BUT now it's done and for the first few hours I was absolutely sure I was going to take it out, but it has grown on me. I had to get a big rhinestone stud for it and I can't wait to change it for something really really tiny. What do you think? Samantha reprimanded me for it and Mitch said it was "good?" He hates it. Anyway, I like it and it reminds me of Jessica!


 Oh my god I just wrote a giant paragraph about a hole in my nose. Get back to me. I miss you ver ver much.

                                                                                           

                                                                                        Three hearts in a row,
                                                                                                
                                                                                                  Roberto