And Jessica is Addicted

I realized today how much I love products. Hair products, lotions, creams, nail polish.... why? I'm not sure. Maybe it makes me feel like I'm taking care of myself? Maybe it feels like magic. A pill that makes my hair grow faster? Magic! Polish that makes my nails stronger? Magic! Beauty magic....

So I Look to the Sky

The grey muck of this dirty city is frequently punctuated with screeching notes of sirens, screams, hollers, construction, and some sounds I just cant identify. Last night, however, I was truly frustrated with the streets apparent decision to keep me awake. As I was falling asleep, I heard a woman singing at the top of her lungs and then a man holler at her asking where she was going. The following noises were fuzzy and confusing but made me picture horrible things. This is not the first time that sounds at night have made me imagine various crimes from CSI re-enacted under my window sill but to top it off, a jack hammer set off a store alarm that continued to sound for hours and hours like one of those sci-fi gadgets that melts alien brains.

So when my assignment in painting class was to do a city scape... I obviously had mixed feelings. I decided to paint a reminder to myself to always remember that there is a huge world outside of this city that I will be a part of soon. So I look to the sky.

This isn't the best picture of the painting but it'll do.

Semester 4; The Beginning of the End

The day that it began, began like every other day... I woke up.
But really, so far I'm 2 weeks into the semester and it feels like everything, and yet nothing, has happened. Classes are long but not too painful but everything else is a roller coaster... which is becoming normal to me. In the last week I have lost a friend, gained a friend, and made some people mad but some of them forgave me. I've been smart and stupid and sweet and bitchy and lazy. I've painted, peeled off, and re-painted my nails about 57 times. And I've dyed my hair once.
My roommate started sleeping on the floor claiming it's more comfortable then her bed... I'm not sure what to think about that. I'm not complaining but when I wake up in the morning and get ready for class I have to be careful not to wake her... as I step around her. She also hasn't touched the vacuum since we moved in in September (I think on her planet vacuums are toxic or something) so I'm not sure how she can sleep on the floor and not be completely grossed out. She also got some new perfume that smells like an old folks home (a mix of fish, death, and stale flowers) that she sprays in clouds that envelopes the bathroom and mixes with the.... ahem... toilet smell produced after her hour in the bathroom...
But hey, I made about 50 cookies today so it was a pleasant, productive day.

[this isn't my roommate FYI]

The Corpse in the Trash Room

In the building I live in, the trash room is downstairs so I usually take my trash down on my out for the day. One morning, I was on my way to class around 830, trash in hand. It was one of those mornings where I wasn't awake at all and my mind was pretty much a blank. I opened the trash room door to throw my box of trash  in but saw something that resulted in a resounding scream and my throwing the trash into the air so that it landed all over the hallway. When I had opened the door, inside was the figure of a human being posed with legs bent, mouth open in a scream, and hands up by it's head. It had some kind of surface that was the color of skin but consistency of wax as if melted. One word: horrifying.
When I gathered myself and peeked my head into the room again to see what the thing really was, I saw that it was suspended on a coat hanger with a sign saying "do not remove". It was made by a student for an upcoming show and I guess they decided to scare me to death with it before putting it in the gallery.

   

Mrs. Ebony Sass

This is my beloved pup who has more personality ten most humans I know.
Once I was going to run outside with her from our basement which has a glass door.... that I thought was open. So did my dog. We both ran SPLAT into that glass door at the SAME time in MID air.
<3

Summer Beach Doodles

Lazy Days at Home

Coherency... via text

Scene: I'm out with a friend having a conversation with Mom via text:

Mom: When will you be home?

Me: Not sure yet

Mom: Im going to sleep. You can play playstation.

Me: Are you telling me to bring my friend over while you're sleeping or are you telling me to play playstation along?

Mom: Close the garage door.

...what?