days go by
so most of you haven't seen how i look like for more than a month or so but just before i left i'd coloured my hair red (except for the crown). it faded into a brassy brown colour so last night i coloured it pink. i really like how it looks now (: it makes me happier when my hair is alive. (yeah, i know that it's likelier than not to be DEAD from all this DYEING but it looks beautiful and alive.)
the past week or so has been kinda :| because i've been very lethargic, sleeping a lot, and not in a very good mood. it's getting better though. yesterday i had vocal class and one of the songs i've been practising is regina spektor's hotel song. singing that song yesterday made me really happy because i could hear the difference between my singing before the classes had begun and yesterday, and i'm reminded once again how lucky i am to be learning things that i've always wanted to learn.
today in design class we critiqued the imaginary concert poster assignment, and received a whole hamper of new assignments due next week. 1) edit the poster based on today's crit, 2) create a type treatment of the letter grade that you think you should be getting for your mid-term, and 3) create three type treatments for a compound word, the condition being that we begin by using existing typefaces. yeah okay aaron, well played.
i have a few ideas bouncing in my head for this one, but none leap out of the box that he's created. ho hum.
also: in the name of abjection i have watched a ton of sick shit that people pass off as art and become rich and famous. on some level i understand how it's artistic, but on another much saner level i wish i'd never been exposed to all these ideas and 'art'. it's like how when i read the picture of dorian gray i kept feeling as if things in my head were shifting and they would never really move back to the way they were before. except this is worse, because the ideas are translated into such visceral, icky, disgusting images that really, cannot be unseen. i feel like i'm being given birth to in this art school. all the pain of a transition stage. i think the scariest part is how now i don't even really think it was that bad. before i was disgusted and kinda wanted to throw up a little. now i am just like, eh, what else can anyone throw at me to make me flinch?
...and i kinda miss people. haven't talked to many of you guys in ages. like, really talk. oh well.
the past week or so has been kinda :| because i've been very lethargic, sleeping a lot, and not in a very good mood. it's getting better though. yesterday i had vocal class and one of the songs i've been practising is regina spektor's hotel song. singing that song yesterday made me really happy because i could hear the difference between my singing before the classes had begun and yesterday, and i'm reminded once again how lucky i am to be learning things that i've always wanted to learn.
today in design class we critiqued the imaginary concert poster assignment, and received a whole hamper of new assignments due next week. 1) edit the poster based on today's crit, 2) create a type treatment of the letter grade that you think you should be getting for your mid-term, and 3) create three type treatments for a compound word, the condition being that we begin by using existing typefaces. yeah okay aaron, well played.
i have a few ideas bouncing in my head for this one, but none leap out of the box that he's created. ho hum.
also: in the name of abjection i have watched a ton of sick shit that people pass off as art and become rich and famous. on some level i understand how it's artistic, but on another much saner level i wish i'd never been exposed to all these ideas and 'art'. it's like how when i read the picture of dorian gray i kept feeling as if things in my head were shifting and they would never really move back to the way they were before. except this is worse, because the ideas are translated into such visceral, icky, disgusting images that really, cannot be unseen. i feel like i'm being given birth to in this art school. all the pain of a transition stage. i think the scariest part is how now i don't even really think it was that bad. before i was disgusted and kinda wanted to throw up a little. now i am just like, eh, what else can anyone throw at me to make me flinch?
...and i kinda miss people. haven't talked to many of you guys in ages. like, really talk. oh well.