Wired

Right now I'm sitting on my bunk with my newly smuggled net book from UCLA. I'm working with Parisian contacts... and later Milano.... regarding fashion week. My dad is on the computer, my brother on his mobile with his girlfriend, and Mallory just texted me.

What the fuck! Since when did this family get to wired!

Eugh! I want to say I'm not that kind of person who is constantly on the phone or laptop, but secretly, I know I'm becoming one. My job requires me to be so!

Cold War Kids

So right after Anya Marina, I headed over to LMU to go see The Cold War Kids... for free!
Did you know that there is a portion of the Berlin Wall at LMU?

Russian Drunk Dialers

I saw Anya Marina was going to be playing at Fingerprints today so I decided to check her out. She drove all the way from San Diego to tell a story about her ever oh so philosophical Russian mom!

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Wow... what have I been up to?

Points
-Finally finished this quarter with a BB BANG!
-I just started my internship and it has been amazing!
-I'm sick!
-I cleaned out my car... it looked like a Turkish Bazaar
-I attempted to clean my room... i passed out!

Revolution

So today, after my final, I decided to walk over to Infusion to curl up and study while drinking coffee and review for another class.

In my pale pink Lenin shirt, I took 8th St, in hopes of walking under my favorite musical tree, to head down Spring. However, I saw the Revolution bookstore as I passed by and decided to check it out finally, after passing it by a million times.

First I'm reading about Cuba and it's music, then the Maoist economy, then Palestine and next thing I know, Diego is preaching to me about feminism and communism!

The things he said are ridiculously radical yet oh so true and so I was glued to the conversation.

I feel as if FIDM truly needs a Women's Study course just to put things into prospective because honestly, some of these girls have no clue what Roe V. Wade is. And that is just sad.

No So FLM After All

My work is "pristine"... apparently... so I am able to turn in my projects whenever!
I guess that is one of the perks of being a "strong" artist.

But I think that is so funny! Just the phrasings! Hilarious! I don't think I'm committed enough in the arts to be described as "pristine" and "strong".

Anyway, that same day I got an email from Cool Hunter and yesterday, I got hired.
I'm really excited to work on editorials! I was super nervous though, as I waited, parked in a neighborhood that is overwhelmingly Jewish. (Jew Guest... as Mallory would say)

And now I have SXSW to look forward to!!! YAY!!!
http://www.myspace.com/goblindpilot

Brick Phone

Alright! So I've figured out how to do this whole phone to pc video thing! Its crappy as the audio from my phone sucks ass so I put Trisste and Mal Poli over it. It's not in sync, but I tried!

Front row and center footage at YELLE!!!

Humberto

Humberto finally emailed me a couple of pictures from YELLE!!! YAY!!!

FML Day

I woke up at 8 planning to finally finish my renderings and be early for school to do other projects. However, I awoke with a bitch cramp from hell!!! I honestly thought I was going to die! Good thing I only passed out in the bathroom after bleeding my fallopian tubes out!

I had never ever felt so vulnerable in my whole life. My mom and dad seriously took care of me for the first time ever! While all this pain is going on, I thought to myself... who is going to take care of me when I'm all alone in my shitty apartment in NY? I felt really sad and emotional with my hormones raging. Who is going to cradle me in bed while I'm curled up in pain? Who is going to take care of me?

Then this whole fucking relationship thing popped up in my head. Maybe I do need a boyfriend in my shitty NY apartment to baby me and take care of me in times like this.

Then I knock out after a billion advils and tea.

I skip my 12 o'clock class to recharge and energize and finish up my VP project.

I go to school an hour early before my 3 o'clock class to mount and put together everything, but in the Hill St. lot, I realize I left the project home as I gather my things. The very same project I stayed up all night for. The very same project that drained me!

Can I say FML?

Studio Time

I hate when people are touring at FIDM and students like myself are being displayed while working on whatever project we have. The worst part is that the lot is full and I have to park my ass ten billion blocks away!

I did some acrobatic painting today with our ridonkalously huge 4 panel backdrop this morning. And I couldn't have look more of a homeless stripper transient doing so. As I was bent over, swinging wildly like a pendulum, stroking and sponging on the table, a group of up coming DUMMY recruits were outside viewing my heroics. I saw the tourguide's face. He got more that he bargained for!


"And this, my children, is the type of art work you will be doing."

Is what I imagined.

I disagree.

Not every bitch can do the shit I do!

Way to scare recruits

Once You Pop

I had just seen Lauren's play The Parabox at SOSE! And as always, it was... whats that one word for intense, hilarious, intimidating, provocative, loud, bright, ridonkalous and beautiful?

I was consumed!

I was sad that it was so short compared to NEW and somehow much more mellow and yet still very powerful.

The choreography was amazingly experimental mimicking dark aspects of war that coincides with destructive relationships.

The music was perfect in an eclectic support of local artists.

The play also touches on the topic of empty consumerism that lends its meanings to sexually driven product mass consumption.

Rachel's monologue was gut-wrenching as it probes the complexities human emotion and Lauren, as always, was very intense.

I forget that they are actors and masters of their art, but I was super surprised when Rachel played the submissive companion. I had expected her to be a tyrant as she terrorized everyone from NEW.

I honestly want to know where Rachel and Lauren get their inspirations. How do you even begin a play so.... intense!!!???

Tumultuous!

IDK

As a procrastinator (skipping a final for YELLE) I had just finished one of my final projects this morning. I know! Bad! But on my way to school, already running late, everyone apparently decided to get in a car accident. I honestly saw 5 different accidents on the 110 alone! 1 even had a 5 car collision. I should have been more remorseful, but all I could think of that moment was "Can you guys just put aside your accident issues so I can go to class?"

When I got home, I immediately cleaned out the garage as it has a been a pig sty under my care. I also cleaned out my car. Somewhat. So why the spring cleaning? Well my dad just came home.

I should be partying right now with Mallory and the rest of FIDM, but I haven't seen my dad in like 4 months. Forget "Donde Esta Carol?"!!! "Donde Esta my Dad!"

I guess I'll just have to live vicariously through Myalgia's drunken story tomorrow in the studio!

Hussein Chalayan! Here I come!

My First French Ass

Last night I saw YELLE.

This is what happened.

-Front row and center at the El Rey
-I have a new friend. Umberto.
-Super danced like crazy
-Yelle cried
-Yelle fucking jumped me
-I almost stole her shoe
-Then I slapped Tepr's ass. Multiple times.
-I got a parking ticket. $53.

Now I'm just waiting for Umberto's pictures.
That show was amazing. YELLE was amazing. Dance like crazy all night while singing! Honestly, I was ridonkalously tired the first half from dancing! I don't know how she does it! But I'll have what she's having. I honestly don't know how I had so much fun while sober! But then again I was not highly inebriated at The Ting Tings and CSS and still I outdanced myself. Kind of like Elton John outgaying his fanny pack!

Points
-She said, "Put your ANDS up!"
-"I'm not cryeeng. Something went in my EYES"
-It was my first time going to a concert by myself
-Lin missed out
-Crowd surfing in French
-I just found out who Perez Hilton was (as he stood in front of me last night and intro'ed YELLE)

Why?

So I kind of got started with this whole blogging thing when Amanda told us we had to document every single detail that goes with the Chair Metamorphosis project. At first I dreaded it as I thought I was just busy work that goes along with my glass cube installation.

But reading my blog after submission, I realized it was very insightful.

I'm not a diary person. Never have been. But I guess this is good.

My friend Marie kept a diary. She died. She was only 16.

After that, I told myself I was going to keep one as well. But I just never got to it.

Sorry to be a downer for one bit.

But this is good.