amazonian women would chop off one boob.
today was really fun. well, not the beginning. in the beginning of the day i was extremely annoyed by my work, forcing me to realize that it doesn't matter what comes up next, i have got to find a graphics job somewhere else. Owens, especially wynn, is driving me crazy and i just can't take it anymore.
what really bugged me is that it's the student show we're putting up. the student show that for the last three years i've been at owens, i've entered every year and have never made it in. it's just so depressing hanging all this work that beat me out. i'm not trying to sound stuck up, or mean, or whatever else can be taken from this, but i just don't understand how some things make it in while others don't. granted, there are some AMAZING pieces in this year. there's this great self-portrait that a girl did using blue and purple contai, and how her hair flows down and turns into waves.. it's really fantastic. THAT i get. on the other hand, the full-on portrait some kid did was terrible. you don't do portraits looking straight on, you just don't. it's like the first thing they teach you, yet there it is, staring me in the eye... i just don't get it.
i knew better then to get excited when entering this year, but i couldn't help it. i really thought my painting was good, that it had an actual shot at making it in, and, surprise surprise, it didn't. REJECTED, circled in a very giddy blue pen. fan-fucking-tastic.
thank god i didn't major in fine art. i would have dropped out. i know it. i would have started to cry, started to believe i'm shit and dropped out. thank god i gave up on my dream.
ANYWAYS. on to the happy part, the part that won't make me cry a little tear of frustration.
i got to shoot a bow today! it was so awesome! me, ash and my popi went to this gun/bow range on airport highway [P.S. Gin: you can rent guns and fire them there!! we are so going someday soon!!] and looked around at the bows available. before we even left the house though, my dad said that some guy at his work had an old bear bow that he'd sell for $50. that's amazing. bears are normally WAY more expensive than that. so yay there.
when we got to the range, this really cool guy named dan showed me how to shoot, and i got to practice on a compound bow. so cool! i actually did really well right off the bat. i had small problems with the sighting, but i got it under control by my second round. ashley tried it too. [i will say, this is the only time i was content with the fact i have small lady-berries.] i had such a blast doing it, and i think my dad is really excited about us picking this up as a hobby, cause he used to shoot with his friends when he was younger, so it's something we can all do together. granted, we WILL NOT be shooting anything that has a pulse/heartbeat. paper targets only, but it will still be fun to do.
so yeah. that was my day. the bad average with the good to make it an okay day.
other things are going on concerning family [my uncle lost his job in vermont so they're moving back here] and school [like projects i need to finish and physic tests i almost failed...] but it's late. and i'm tired.
what really bugged me is that it's the student show we're putting up. the student show that for the last three years i've been at owens, i've entered every year and have never made it in. it's just so depressing hanging all this work that beat me out. i'm not trying to sound stuck up, or mean, or whatever else can be taken from this, but i just don't understand how some things make it in while others don't. granted, there are some AMAZING pieces in this year. there's this great self-portrait that a girl did using blue and purple contai, and how her hair flows down and turns into waves.. it's really fantastic. THAT i get. on the other hand, the full-on portrait some kid did was terrible. you don't do portraits looking straight on, you just don't. it's like the first thing they teach you, yet there it is, staring me in the eye... i just don't get it.
i knew better then to get excited when entering this year, but i couldn't help it. i really thought my painting was good, that it had an actual shot at making it in, and, surprise surprise, it didn't. REJECTED, circled in a very giddy blue pen. fan-fucking-tastic.
thank god i didn't major in fine art. i would have dropped out. i know it. i would have started to cry, started to believe i'm shit and dropped out. thank god i gave up on my dream.
ANYWAYS. on to the happy part, the part that won't make me cry a little tear of frustration.
i got to shoot a bow today! it was so awesome! me, ash and my popi went to this gun/bow range on airport highway [P.S. Gin: you can rent guns and fire them there!! we are so going someday soon!!] and looked around at the bows available. before we even left the house though, my dad said that some guy at his work had an old bear bow that he'd sell for $50. that's amazing. bears are normally WAY more expensive than that. so yay there.
when we got to the range, this really cool guy named dan showed me how to shoot, and i got to practice on a compound bow. so cool! i actually did really well right off the bat. i had small problems with the sighting, but i got it under control by my second round. ashley tried it too. [i will say, this is the only time i was content with the fact i have small lady-berries.] i had such a blast doing it, and i think my dad is really excited about us picking this up as a hobby, cause he used to shoot with his friends when he was younger, so it's something we can all do together. granted, we WILL NOT be shooting anything that has a pulse/heartbeat. paper targets only, but it will still be fun to do.
so yeah. that was my day. the bad average with the good to make it an okay day.
other things are going on concerning family [my uncle lost his job in vermont so they're moving back here] and school [like projects i need to finish and physic tests i almost failed...] but it's late. and i'm tired.