currently listening to: "little eyes" - yo la tengo
one of my design professors is quite a character. he laughs and shrugs after every thing he says. he also has the tendency to start every discussion and/or conversation with "well...," followed by a trailing off into some quasi-serious critique, followed by some shrugging of the shoulders and a chuckle. i can't take him seriously, so i'm not scared of him. i tend to be slightly intimidated by all my design professors, but when it comes to him, things are so amazingly (for a lack of better words) chillaxed. needless to say, i am not stressed for his class at all.
everyday that i come home from school, i'm exhausted and pretty brain dead. i think i almost miss having to sit through lectures because at least those are little more mindless. i can sit there and tune out and pretend to listen. i know i tend to do that already in my design classes, but i'm expected to churn out drafts for every class session and critique.. so, that's different. i've been meaning to update for the longest time. really, i have. but every time i try, i see a blank box before me and i'm at a loss for words. i mean this in the most literal way possible. i've ran out of things to say. maybe i've been doing a lot of mindless things and that's why i can't articulate any of my days anymore. and since paragraphs are hard to come by, i will turn to lists.
good things that i have been preoccupied with as of late:
1) flickr.com. i can spend hours admiring other peoples' beautiful photography, wishing i could be half as good of a photographer.
2) yelp.com. i check my own account frequently to see if anyone has found my reviews helpful but i'm pretty sure almost all the compliments i've received are from a slightly biased lover in san diego.
3) mp3 blogs. too many to name. my particular favorites are motel de moka and gorillavsbear.net.
4) television, and lots of it. fall tv is in full swing, and that means my ass will be glued to the couch between the hours of 8 PM to 9 PM on tuesday nights and 8:30 PM to 10 PM on thursday nights.
and you know when your life is really off balanced when:
- you hear usher and ludacris's "yeah!" on a station meant for the 30 and above.
- you find out that the beloved, orange, daytime television game host bob barker, is retiring soon.
- your mother becomes unemployed and to keep herself busy, she bakes 3 dozen cookies on a whim and offers to pack you a lunch for the day.
- you have a shitload of little cuts on your on both of your hands. it's kind of like having a hundred of paper cuts on both of your hands. and for every cut, there is a shouting of "shit! fuck! ouch! aaahh!" or some other similar vulgar vernacular. it just hurts like a mofo.
