January 29, 2013

I am up unreasonably late. often.



(disclaimer: this post may need a disclaimer.)


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One thing is certain.
When I see something is due on my calendar I can count on pulling a very late night the night before.
if not an entire one.



This is because. even if I am in perfectly good shape with producing everything. my body will go into college mode.

and stay up all night as if there is a French test and sculpture critique on the same day.




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Did I ever mention on here that a girl passed out in our sculpture critique once and sent a rolling trashcan flying. we all just considered that a normal and probable reaction. considering ...

I mean. we were running on Sour Patch Kids and bottled Starbucks Fraps. and zero sleep. 

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but college mode is happening in the next few weeks (months). feels like exam time. for adults. 

that makes me even cooler walkin around in the real world with scissors in my purse and glue in my hair.


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I am looking around my room right now and I sort of want to throw up at the amount of piles I see.

there are framing orders in the corner. 

new fabric finds that I just washed and left in a pile...because I have nowhere to put any of it yet.

And. in a sort of danger zone. there's a pile of sewing needles are not on a pin cushion. I am a rebel without a cause. 



And I am BLASTING the most amazing Pandora Radio channel right now. 


Do not be afraid of the Whole New World station.
You will also get a lot of Wicked and Rent. 





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It is dumb late. 

as in- after midnight when the hours shrink to 15 minutes only and pass so quickly that I wish I was recording myself.
 to see how I am able to possibly lose all that time.








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My point in writing anything right now- at this obscene hour- is to be realistic. And to document what the heck it feels like to be up. finishing things that are due. 


Being an artist means you feel things intensely.
like. so intensely you need to do something about it.


That's pretty dangerous. 

That's like running around with grenades...
mine would be filled with glitter but. yeah. sorry. obvious I know.

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the best way to sum up my current state of mind:
i love so many things and feel so many ways.



like I said- 
Dangerous.


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(right now Little Mermaid is playing. I have to laugh so hard because I am loving this and also thinking. WHAT. IS. MY. LIFE?!!!) 



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and once I made this appropriate drawing. which very much applies.












so,
in conclusion:













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 my mouth is pissed because I have eaten 3213 salt and vinegar chips.
which I might add, I found a love for about 2 years ago. and I am eating them in inordinate amounts to make up for lost time.

Sue me.

I HAVE PRIORITIES PEOPLE!




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1 comment:

perstef said...

Oh my gosh, I forgot about the fainting in sculpture critique and I am really glad you reminded me.

The idealistic art professor part of me yearns to have such dedicated students, but the logical adjunct professor part of me wouldn't want to get sued.

Either way, thank you for the reminder.

i love music. almost more than everything.