Just B*tchin' Just Kiddin'

This year October has five Mondays, five Saturdays, and five Sundays. This Happens once every 823 years. I found this out through a tweet. Funny thing.

So my plans for the month with the most Mondays? Survive it. 

And shop for Halloween candy. 

Whenever I have to draw my self portrait, it's as if my body knows and starts to wreak havoc. 

My face breaks out, becoming red and blotchy. My hair is greasier while simultaneously dry and frizzy. My eyes seem even more slanted than usual. My eyebrows look more and more like Bert's from Sesame Street. My lips dry up like a prune. My ears sprout out like Dumbo's. My nose? Oh my nose....

Bottom line: I feel ugly. 

I'm supposed to draw from observation, but the longer I stare at myself I can feel my face disfigure. 

My options are that I could lie or draw exactly what I see. Romanticizing my face could end up me looking like Jessica Alba, and then it would just be a picture of Jessica Alba. Not me. i look nothing like Jessica Alba. Man, I wish I looked like Jessica Alba. 

Now, if my draw from actuality, will people even recognize me? Or worse, what if the Admissions desk find me absolutely hideous? 

I hate drawing my face. Also, the mirror is my arch nemesis. 

I hate sharing my work. I feel utterly exposed.

However, in order to embark on my journey of artsy fartsy adventures, I have to show it, to prove I'm not a total loser. Here's a of preview of what will be on my Online Art Portfolio, which is coming soon...

Also, these pictures will look slightly different on my portfolio and in life, since they are not the finished products. I figure, showing my stuff "in works" will leave you, my readers, a cliff hanger.

Bad weather sucks.

A LOT.

After the earthquake, Hurricane Irene came rolling in. Oh did she do some damage...

She killed my tree:

And she took ELECTRICITY from my house for an entire week. Let me repeat:  an entire week.

Now, some say they can survive without power because third world countries can, it's just a reduced lent sentence. But I, for one, am not one of these crazy people. I love electricity. I assure you, I would choose electricity over Prince Charming any day.

However, if that wasn't enough, Storm Lee caused flooding, an extension of power loss, and self induced house arrest. (Yes, I'm one of those girly girls who hates walking in acidic rain. So I refuse. That, and I can't sing or dance, let alone both. I'm no Gene Kelly.)

All this awful weather not only turns me into Mr. Hyde, but steers me away from rational thinking. I've been a bitch. A very mean one. And since Storm Lee is yet to finish peeing from the skies, I remain one as so.

I hate rain.

Borders is going out of business. But everyone knows that. However, I still don't know why they have to post those eye sore signs every two feet, as if we just don't get the message.

Anyway, someone's loss is another's gain. In this situation, Borders losing bigtime is my gain to hoard tons and tons of Art books at a cheap price. Sorry B, I just can't complain.

So today, I went and spent a butt load of moolah on books I really could google up the information for. Actually, anyone could google anything but one click leads to another and then there goes three hours of your life. Though you redeem yourself because you finally know about 80 trivia answers to Jeopardy.

...well, I can. But it's not one of those satisfying drooling-on-the-sides-of-the-mouth-limbs-sprawled-out-snoring-really-loud type of sleep.

Hence, I'm always exhausted. All I can think about is sleep. It's come to the point where it's the only thing I desire, long for, and the very thought plagues my head. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep...

Why? I'm not so sure. If i knew why, I'd fix the problem. Face it, I'm too poor to go to a shrink to nip pick hairs.

So what is it that I do in the ungodly hour (3:45-ish am)? Start hating the world for not being able to sleep. I need some ZZZZZzzzzzzzz

Dream Studio Necessities:

For the past few days, I looked through  my closet only to discovery that I've ruined just about a third of it with paint stains. I think I'm inevitably becoming a hipster in fashion. Mainly because life as a student is making it meagerly, but life as an art student is barely a step above homelessness.

I ate too much tonight. I starved all morning so I could indulge in yummy deliciousness with good ol' friends during our once a year reunion. Now my dear stomach is paying for the extra unnecessary carbs from the warm ciabatta bread and shrimp salad with a double helping of blue cheese. And I type as I try my best to fight food coma..