Saturday, March 27, 2010

For 2 Hours, I am Psycho Bitch.

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED.

Today I read portions of Sylvia Plath's journal so for two hours, I am Psycho Bitch.

I fucking hate people. Stupid people. Shallow people. Vain people.
What I fucking hate most though is that I live in a society, a city, that encourages it. That tolerates it. That it becomes a necessity.

I fucking hate people. I hate people who complain about stupid shit that are of their own accord. Like the other day, this man was complaining about a McDonald's menu in Ensinada being in Spanish. He said it was America so speak English. He complained a ton about racist stupid shit. Like ladies speaking Vietnamese while doing nails. He wasn't just complaining, he was angry about it. If you're going to complain and be all ass about it, then don't go to that establishment you fuck head!

Then another lady complained about rudeness. She was at a fast food joint ordering when an ASIAN lady came out of nowhere and cut her to ask a question. She seemed more angry at the fact that the lady was ASIAN and RUDE than just being rude in general.

Yeah you say, "Well if Americans are in other countries we have to adapt to them. How come WE, as a country, have to adapt to THEM?"

Yeah, I get your point, but that's the foundation of America. It's a fucking cultural thing you ass! If you don't like, then move France or Japan you fucker!

I fucking hate people who make fun of foreign languages. Go fuck yourself if you don't understand it. Just because Sasha Pivovarova can't speak English that well doesn't mean she's stupid. Can you fuckfaces even say Fyodor Dostoevsky? People just get too fucking caught up with how foreign it sounds that they don't even see the beauty in it. How dare you jackasses ignore the fact that this so and so person is speaking a language that predates your very existence. Your so called life.

I fucking hate people who are touchey feeley and emotional 24/7 and has the need to divulge EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING. I don't know you. I don't care about you. So please shut up and stop talking about your ever oh so important life and struggles.

I fucking hate people. The big deal makers. It's little shit! So what if so and so forgot to tell you. So and so is willing to change the date and make shit work. Stop making a big deal about it! People are just so fucking weird and emotional and full of themselves. Fucking asses!

I fucking hate people. I fucking hate people who get married like whatever. Call me a conservative traditionalist fucking bitch. Whatever! Go fuck yourself! I fucking hate how women who can't even take care of themselves expect to take of care someone else, a child a home. Yes, it's the man's fault also for wanting to marry you. But it's your fault for agreeing. Being a wife is job. And so is being a husband. But whatever! It's your life to fuck up. Not mine.

I'm so fucking glad I'll never get married. I know too much about being a good wife that it's disgusting!

I fucking hate people who pop out babies like nothing. And then raise those babies like nothing. And then those babies grow up like nothing. And then they are nothing.

Some more Plath...

I hate when my friends get hurt. This stupid notion towards love and happiness is fucking bullshit! And I can't do anything to protect them.

I'm not saying I'm bullet proof, but geesh! Use some protection! ...no not condoms, but you can use that too!

I hate the fact that I don't know what to say in these kinds of situations when they are pouring their hearts out. Vulnerable and crying because of some idiot (man). Like what the fuck do I say? "Its your fucking fault for dating him in the first place!" or "Geesh, what do you expect? Fucking love and marriage out of someone who is much younger than you? Geesh! He doesn't even know what his major is!" or "Jesusfuck! Love him?! He still lives with him mom! What the fuck did you expect? Flowers and sunshine?" (some of these examples are not my friend. just stupid women in general. i'm not calling my friends stupid)

I just love my friends too much and it sucks to see them hurt.

I hate the fact that I am so cynical when it comes to relationship shit. You know, the oh i love you kind. I think it's awesome and cute and romantic when it's on film and music. But in reality, it's total bullshit! Do I want to find my one true love? Heck yes! Do I want my prince charming or the so called soul mate? What fucking bitch does't!? Am I ever going to find it? Hell no! It doesn't exist!

I hate the fact that I am so apathetic to a lot of things and taking a lot of shit for granted. I met a young man who recently came out of the closet. He got kicked out of his mother's house. He now lives in a shelter somewhere in West Hollywood. I haven't seen him since. I was complaining about how I still live at home.

I met a young girl who has never been to and have never heard of The Getty. ...I was complaining about being broke because of Coachella.

Last quarter I met a middle aged man who is currently homeless and also lives in a Shelter. He catches the bus to go to school. I call him The Renegade. I was complaining about my empty gas tank.

I was also complaining about the twitter trending topics and how stupid people are. There are wars being fought and no one cares. And then The Renegade told me very calmly that people have to. If everyone talked about the war and all the atrocities happening around the world, people would end up killing themselves. I was surprised. I got a very forgiving answer from someone who has been fucked over 10 times by society. I became a little bit more forgiving of people's shortcomings since then.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

AH PUCK!


Did I ever tell you I'm a hockey fan? I just started last week and I am becoming a fiend! It started with The Olympics. And then a VIN trip to the ice. Then an icing conversation with a Republican. And yesterday making bebbies with Theodore.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Lai and Bender


Today I met with the K+E tandem at Barnes. Just like old times! Seriously 4 AP status. It was great to be caught up with them. It was also a great time to realize the question:

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?!

K had just returned from Chicago attending a conference about global health and met the idol of her life Paul Farmer . She is also studying for her MCATs and GREs and will be going to Rwanda this summer. Did I mention she'll be doing a graduate program with the Peace Corps and also will be doing a virology research with one of her professors?

E, on the other hand, is studying for her GREs and LSATs and will be going to Switzerland this summer to study Urban Development with The UN.

I, on the other hand, was reading The Selby and Vogue Italia while drinking a Grande Green Tea Latte. What a fucking douchebag right?

My friends always drive me to become better.

Friday, March 19, 2010

FAIL

Today I tried doing some illustrations of my faves from Paris. FAIL WHALE! I wanted to do Dries, Celine and Hermes... maybe even Demeulemeester.


The super trousers ended up looking like wannabe Goku pants! I mean geesh! I couldn't even get Kasia's face right!

FACT: It is never a good idea to illustrate when you don't really feel like it and just for the sake of blogging.

FeeD eM!

This shit cost $40,000?


I could've photoshopped it for free!

or hand rendered it and then double mounted it with rubber cement

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Domesticated II

Today, along with caring for a grown child, I cooked dinner for 10 people. I was freaking out because I've never done that before! But I figured they were Canadian so they wouldn't really care if it tasted legit or not. Well really it was just one dish. My brother in law cooked the other 10 billion dishes.

So instead of learning all things feminine, I was chopping basil and spinach like a ghetto leprechaun.

Basil is your friend

Pasta Verde

It turned out bomb dot com by the way!

But dear Hera to do this everyday for the rest of your life for forever?!
FUCK THAT SHIT!
I am sooooooooooooooo so glad I'm not having toilet babies like TLC!

Domesticated

Today I took care of my nephew and I was scared shitless! I was alone in the apartment with a baby at hand. Zeus HELP ME!!!

What if it cries?
What if it poops?
What if...

In the end I did real fine! I distracted him with skateboarding, Yoohoo and dancing to Thao. I also had him help me do the dishes! Heck yeah child labor!


Yup. That's Riley. He kicks ass!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

HANDYMEN and COOKS

I've been cooking a lot lately thanks to MACHEESMO. His blog is really cool and hilarious and it makes you WANT to cook!

Today I attempted the macheesmo nuggets. This is my story.


I went to Albertson's (because I'm too poor to go to Whole Foods or Trader Joe's) and I can not believe I spent 10 dollhairs on a wedge of parm! 10 effin dollhairs!!!

Left over pankos from tater tots + freshly chopped basil (which btdubs is super hard to chop) + grated parm (the legit kind) =
I skipped the snaps of deboning and defatting the chicken because it was GORY!!! Instead these are the nuggets in flour.

The chikkin is in the panko! The chikkin is in the panko!

I went to go prep the oven and realized I killed the flame thing while I was cleaning it the other day. In my oven fail... I tweeted.
  • "oh fuck!!! my oven isn't working! great! now google-ing 'how to light a gas oven pilot light' ...should i call a man for this???"
  • "ok... im inside the oven...HOW THE FUCK DO I KNOW HOW A PILOT LOOKS LIKE???"
  • "FUCK YEAH I LIT THE SHIT AND DIDN'T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! suck on that MEN!!!"
Yes, I tend to be on the profane side when I'm frustrated. Anyway, did my victory dance and that is how a pilot light looks like.

The basil did it! The basil did it!!!

Friday, March 12, 2010

LETS PLAY GOD!

#eternaldamnation
I have single handedly offended 99.99% of the world. Whats my deal right?!

Italian Leather

Chronic-WHAT-cles


READ THIS

Can You Figure It Out?

Who Killed 7th + Spring ?

LETS PLAY GOD

What would it take to create and destroy?
What would it take to create perfection?
What would it take to create the fallen?

Royce Hall has 23 purposely made imperfections. The architect's reason is that only He can create perfect things. Perfect beings.

Allison PURPOSELY made those imperfections.

Had I been the Architect, I would have made it perfect.

It doesn't make me god. Or does it?

Monday, March 1, 2010

WWHowardRoarkD?




Objective: Choose an on going exhibit at the Getty and create a promotional poster.
Exhibit: Soo Kim's Midnight Reykjavik
Mind Set: Monochromatic
GOME: Must have at least 3 colors
Mind Set: Oh crap! I hate colors!


It looks weird and I'm stuck. So I ask myself. What would Howard Roark do?

I destroyed portions of the city and removed the streets! Heil die Kajser!



Initially I just intended to do the poster in photoshop because come on! Its a poster! It needs to be easily reproduced! But Alicia banned me from computers and she also banned from the monochromes!

So now I'm thinking, I'm just going to do exactly what she did and not even think and just finish this damn thing. But then as I was cutting the bulk of the houses and leaving exoskeletons of the city, I realized I'm a fucker for half assing this.

So I looked up the street map of Reykjavik and started from there. Hours and hours and rolls of bandages later, I'm stuck.

So I look up Soo Kim's bio and she's so POMO! I strive to be POMO, Steven Meisel and all, and I ask myself, "What would Howard Roark do?"

He would probably blow up a section of the city and completely replan it. So as I cut and destroy portions of the city, specifically the airport and the streets of the city, I'm thinking... who am I cutting off? Whose life am I ruining by obliterating an alley? And who am I to do such things?


IN OTHER NEWS...
My fingers and my left arm... along with every single muscle in my body is beyond USED!

...till the next one