twenty twelve.

another year.

this year’s resolutions (and a big fuck you to all those that say “why make them, just do it.” making resolutions is fun!):

- drink more champagne. champagne is fun. and with champagne usually comes great reasons/news/events to drink it to.
- read more. received 7 books for christmas, so this shall be easy.
- execute. still on my prior year’s list. but it’s a good one. making things happen, rather than just planning it.
- lie better. for the sake of professional gain. but not in a bad way or anything. (thanks melissa for this one).
- record. again, on prior year’s list.
- minimize. want to go back to the bare minimum of what matters most.

2011 was an amazing year. i’m so glad things ended up working out the way that they did. 2012 looks very promising. very excited to see who and how i will be sharing it with, like this peacock. i’d also love to make a peahen apart of my 2012.

intimacy

from bloc party. i forgot how good this album is.

thank god.

just now getting off a 12hour workday.

thank god.

since i’ve had such a shitty day, can i just say how annoying it is when people type “jajaja?” like dude, it’s “hahaha,” idiot.

i know. i know. it’s a spanish language thing. but STILL. every time i see it, i literally hear JA-JA-JA-JA with a “jay” sound, and it sounds stupid.

sorry.

somebody broke into my locker and stole my tool box with all my sewing shit.

and amongst other things.

WAHHH.

it seems as if all my bridges have been burned.

i am currently dying of art school.

i am also wanting to drink more than i want to do design work. not good.

i am also super ecstatic for coachella this coming week! which also is why i’m not much into design work.

which i should be, because the due date for everything is in like a week and a half. and i am no where near half way done.

what is wrong with me?

i just can’t wait til i am in the desert surrounded by a ton of people having the time of our lives.

i’m not thinking about the fact that in a little over a month, i will be considered a college graduate. and i actually have to find a real job. uhh, yeah. not to mention that my career choice is very selective and hard to get your foot in the door.

and i’m not worried. why?

i just figured that things will work themselves out. i am confident enough in myself that i know i will find something that will suit me. i’m positive.

so maybe that’s why i’m partying my last semester away.

OR maybe i need to get my shit together or else i will be moving back in with my parents in a couple of months. HA! yeah right.

i just want to look back at my college years and want to remember how much fun it was. plus, you gotta work hard to play hard. and let’s just say that i’ve worked VERY hard. it’s just time that i start playing a bit more. before it’s all work, and no play. i can get away with the irresponsible decisions now because my excuse is that i am still young and in college. i have no idea what i’m doing. whereas if i was making these decisions five years from now, i’m sure i’d get fired or something. idk. maybe not. whatevs.

p/s COACHELLA IS GOING TO BE SO FUCKING AMAZING.

no regrets. <3.

Can I just say….

That tonight was pretty awesome. I got away with a lot of things. Like making fun of stereotypes. I was laughing the whole night.

Now I’m watching a Sofia Coppola film. Won’t say which one, but all her stuff is amaze-balls. Idk what that is exactly but I hear it’s like one step above ah-mazing. Something like that.

Makes me really want to go back to France this summer.

P.S. Prada is goooooooood.

i should never be allowed to post anything while under the influence. i sound stupid. however, at the time it was pretty funny. i apologize. i hope it never happens again.

so when i turned in my design project on monday, my teacher decided she hated my pink haired girls and wanted me to re-do all my fuckin’ illustrations over. yeah right.

so annoyed. because that meant having to re-print my pages over (costing me about $40 in yet another print job), and spending another 2-3 days rendering that shit over.

and then i was even more annoyed because i felt like she wasn’t listening to what i was saying. UGH.

have not been this frustrated in design in so long.

i have a ~vision~~~~~ and she just doesn’t see it.

just because i ain’t a classy french person doesn’t mean pink hair isn’t cool.

haha.

end sarcasm.

i’m just going to leave my project the way it is and see what my portfolio teacher says. he liked her (charlotte free for my “muse”), and if he says i should change it, then i will.

laughing out loud in real life.

so sometimes when i am thinking of the beastie boys, i think the beach boys even though subconsciously i am thinking of the beastie boys (and vice versa), so i think of whatever i was thinking using the wrong name. then i get really confused for a second and then i always crack up because whatever it was, just sounded ridiculous. always.

and yes, this has happened on multiple occasions.

hahaha. sorry i am cracking up to this.