As I sit here, upon this fluffy, animal-print cushion in our couchless living room, avoiding everything in the world I was supposed to get done this weekend, I can't help but indulge myself in Comedy Central's stand-up countdown, something-or-other. I really love that stuff. I can't help that it's the only cure for unwavering procrastination! Because if I haven't already dug myself into a hole of accumulating work already, why not throw in the motherload of distraction? And with that, it's only natural to write a blog simultaneously. (And to quote the only comedian that could steal my 'virginity' without force or reason, despite his less-than-desirable physique, Eugene Mirman:) "And so I have, nothing can stop me."
In light of my watching stand-up, I think I'm going to borrow the comedic organizational format, and just jump from curious topic to curious topic in a witty fashion; granted, not as hysterically as Mitch Fatel or Lisa Landry...but we'll just have to see.
So recent news in my life? Well, I'm slowly adjusting to school, and my 8am-3:30pm class schedule. It's funny because I'm generally a morning person. Taking advantage of the entire day can be so satisfying to me, and yet, when I am academically forced to drag my lazy ass to class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I go into these mini-comas every Monday and Wednesday night. How bizarre, right? And no matter how early I get to bed, and however much activity I sacrifice the night before, I still struggle to make it to class on time. But the 8am class isn't like micromolecular bioreconstruction or something horrific (or made-up) like that. It's a graphic design class, the subject being my post-graduate dream as of today. So far, our only challenge has been to study magazine ads for Guess Jeans and Saks Fifth Ave, and analyze them until our heads explode. On a serious note, I'm really starting to believe that graphic design is the right career for me, which is a really comforting feeling. Yay! (Don't tell anyone, but I actually enjoyed that homework...)
It's no surprise that art as a career is for the young and the useless...to an extent. Not to get bitchy, but I see so many classmates turn in total garbage for projects. (Not my art buddies, of course.) Like, "Yeah, I found this old napkin on the floor of this cafe, and I thought of all the people it took to make it, and who might have held it..." And this, as all you art students know, simply translates to: "Oh shit. That project is due today? And all I have is this stupid napkin that I was too lazy to throw away..." And this brings up another "pro" to being an art student: the power of words. While it may piss people (like myself) off every now and then when someone coughs up the bullshit about their truly deep project, we can't actually stay mad for long. The reality is that, it works. I see it all the time. Real art no longer relies so much on materials, craftsmanship and/or time, it's more about how your art relates to the adverse interconnectivity between our nose hairs and the contaminated oxygen we breathe, blah, blah, blah. Maybe I'm being a bit harsh, but you know what I'm talking about.
I also have a figure drawing class this semester, which I'm already pretty psyched about. I like to draw anyway, as many of you know. It's always challenging and I can really lose myself in it, something I think is crucial to making decent art. And I won't let the pink elephant stay in the room for much longer...we all know what "figure drawing" really means...drawing penises with absolutely zero shame! I can't lie, it's part of the appeal of the class. But I'm also somewhat interested in anatomy and...okay, forget it. I'm actually pretty immature, and drawing the nude models is what I look forward to most in the class. There, I said it. We had a "model" come in already this past week, but we haven't gotten to drawing the entire body just yet. My heart sunk a bit when I realized he wasn't going to disrobe. Oh well, better luck next time.
So I have to quit here for now. I guess I never got to any other topic besides school and art. Sorry to those who can't relate, and sorry to those who can but think I wrote too much, which I did. Now, on to more productive things, like reading medieval Spanish literature and watching tutorials on how to master Photoshop. Sounds like a party, I know.
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