the encore

matt&kim- silver tiles

i'm not entirely sure why i update, or even created this blog. it's not like i'm making any real contribution to anyone, not even to myself. but whatever, the show (slash blog) must go on.
meanwhile, i've gotten considerably behind and less passionate about my reading, which i can't tell if it's a good or bad thing.
either way, i did at least come really close to finishing the re-make of the sketch that serj re-made. a re-make of a re-make of mine. ha. this time, i decided to show how serj inspired me with his bold color choices and off set linear lines. i think it's alright, but i'm not entirely in love. i'm just not sure what it's missing yet. i hope it tells me soon.
i have ten days left of absolute freedom; my summer classes start and i'm back to being a student again. at least a student who lives half an hour from campus and is only taking one course. whatever.

today i watched sketches of frank gehry, a wonderful film about the artist and architect. i plan on watching it again before i go to sleep. totally reccomend that shit.
i plan on seeing MGMT in philly next month, hopefully i can save up enough money to get there and get the tickets on time, because it will be phat. either way, i'm seeing a free concert in central park with santogold and i'm totally amp.
tomorrow is the art show that serj is showing in and a lot of my friends are playing in so i'm stoked on it. i get to see a lot of heads i haven't seen since graduation 07, so... excitment.

bye and shock me like an electric feel.

the marriage

jefferson airplane-rock me baby

well, this is it. the collaboration between serj and myself: my sketch and his cut paper. he's putting it in the art show next saturday and naming it, the marriage. i enjoy it a lot, and my apologies for the photo quality, i took it around 8 am when my eyes were still foggy and my head was still in a rather prominent dream state.

i've gotten several calls back for job opportunities, however, no one will encourage an interview after realizing that i'm a college student, so i'd just like to say fuck all of yous. finally, i've swallowed my pride and applied to shoprite and if that doesn't work out then damn it all to hell. however, i'm still taking an abnormal psychology class next month for six weeks so by the end of the summer i won't feel entirely worthless.

i finally cleaned my room (and my act) today and i feel very nicely about it, but there is still a lot of work to be done. my room is still seemingly in shambles but my closet is nicely organized, and i've collected about 8 bags worth of clothes to get away to the local shelter.

while cleaning i managed to find an obscene ring that i still love anyways; it's a huge costume ring, all glitter in the shape of a dollar sign.

i had lunch with my dad today and it was a good time to just be able to talk to him. i haven't read a single sentence out of my book today, birds without wings by louis de bernieres. surprisingly.

whatever, i'm out of here.

done.

placebo- commercial for levi

i finished the book of lost things tonight. i feel like i was more enthused in the beginning stages of the book, yet it was still hard for me to put down and i totally enjoyed it.
today, surprisingly, has gone by really fast. i woke up at around 10:30 this morning, read, walked my pup, deleted and compressed folders on my laptop, and ate. i even watched some evening news. now i'm waiting for 10:00 to roll around so i can watch this week's episode of she's got the look. yeah, that's right. (despite that "that's right" i'm still partly embarrassed).
now that all of my friends, besides me, has found a job i'm left to my own devices for considerable amounts of time. play in the fact that now my car is painfully pointing to the E level of gas, i haven't driven myself away from my house in the last couple of days. i feel pretty worthless, although finishing that book could be seen as an accomplishment. plus, i guess, i've unconsciously been real eco-friendly.

i have a few books in my plain sight right now that i could plan to read, but i don't really feel like reading any of them. a book on the russian revolution, a history of africa, lovely bones, a shakespearean play, and another novel. who knows, i may go out and just buy another one that interests me.

tomorrow is a day for cleaning. at least it very well should be.

another brick in the wall

music: pretty girls make graves- domino

i started making a second book today, a book of collages, poems, and doodles. i think it's on the right path. it lacks a title, though, but i think that will appear to me when the time comes.
however today at borders i bought a book that did have a title, the book of lost things by john connolly. i've only had time to read approximately 3 pages but those few paragraphs are the most compelling i've read for the very beginning of a 459 page book.
i do have to say that i am somewhat a fan of fantasy, but only a select genre of fantasy. some things very similar to pan's labyrinth, or lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events, or even the chronicle's of narnia (which i never actually saw, but it's a reccomendation under pan's labyrinth on imdb, so why not).

i realized today that i like fantasy that is grotesque, yet portrayed and experienced rather beautifully, like the faun from pan's labyrinth. something creepy but aesthetically pleasing is always, always, a visual and mental turn on. and basically this book is that of these movies, only in written language so crisp and poetic.

obv, i'm amp.

first time at the rodeo?

-- loop.

my first blogger. based off The Smiths. cool.
i've been real sarcastic towards everything, besides the book i'm reading because it's the one thing of the summer i've come to enjoy. i sit and read until i can't stand to read anymore, which has lead me to become both bitter and very, very unemployed. which makes me become even more bitter because i can't DO ANYTHING. many paths, one mountain, a huge lump sum of indigestible sorrow and depression that's not really my personality, but will cloud it until i get a full tank of gas and a filled belly. many paths, one mountain, everythings just one big fucking --