Heh.
While this is something interesting to ponder and mill over, I have something completely different on my mind right now, so just reallllll quick..
-Evolving.
-Not yet.
-Yes.

ANYWAY. It's Monday, which means I was up all Sunday night, bemoaning the fact that today would come, and I'd be thrust back into school, and getting up almost kinda early. What makes this particular Monday EXTRA rough, is the fact that I had to get up 15 minutes earlier, so that I could catch a different bus, get to campus, and print out a paper before handing it in at 10:00.

It's hard, I know. Mine is a life few would want.

Waking up is the worst part of anything for me, and the first 10 minutes is always the worst. Aside from all the thoughts of seething hatred for everything in the world separating me from my bed, my most immediate thought is, "What the hell am I going to wear?"

For some reason, the world frowns on people wearing pajamas* to campus. Heaven forbid we show up in those ridiculous patterned pants, usually plastered with some licensed character, sports team, or cuddly term of endearment. (~ANGEL~, ~BABYGURL~, and ~HOTTIE~ are all acceptable.) Here, I believe, is where the cuddly world of sweatpants comes into play.
( Yes. I am actually writing about wearing sweatpants to school )

Occasionally I wander around campus and take pictures of absolutely nothing with my phone. ( Bear witness )

Ahaha. It's great to have Adventure Time.

Right now, I'm putting off an essay somethin' fierce. (480 words of 600 written? SERIOUSLY, LINDSAY?)

I feel like wasting MORE time.


So you know The Decemberists? There's this instrumental in "The Queen's Rebuke" on The Hazards of Love album, around the 1:26-1:50 area, and I always make this face when I hear it.



( HERE'S SOME MORE MOMENTS LIKE THAT )



Apologies for all the caps-locking and worse-than-usual writing. I just get excited.

I'm finally up here in Rochester. Ahem, West Henrietta. They put me in the RIT Inn and Conference Center instead of the Dorms. While the room itself is really nice, and has its own bathroom, I'm rather disappointed with the lack of community on the floor. Everyone seems to just stay in their rooms and keep to themselves. My first few days here have been pretty lonely, especially when I go to campus and see everyone making new friends and having fun together.

Friday night and last night showed some potential for me, though. On Friday, I was sitting in my room, bawwing over my lack of social interaction, and there was a knock at the door. Despite looking mighty disheveled, I answered the door. A group of guys from the floor above me were having a game of beer pong in their room, and were looking for people to join in. I told them I'd be right up. Normally, I can't stand beer pong, but it can be a good opportunity to get buzzed and chat people up. I ended up having a great time, and the four remaining guys at the party decided to get naked and have the only two girls (me and this other chick) critique them on their flaws, haha. Afterward, they told us what our weak points were, and how to be super hotties or something. Apparently, I am in pretty good standing. Score.

Aside from that, we all agreed that people in the hotel weren't as social as we'd like. One of the guys I met told me that since he's been here, I was the first person that greeted him in the hallway. Sadness.

Come on, RIT Inn! Be friendly!!

Last night was pretty fun as well. I managed to strike up conversation with Schuler, an illustration major during the day, and we met up for Brick Bash. He's nice, but one of those super-shy types, it seems. We kicked it at BB for a little while, and after having our fill of dancing and waving glowsticks, we headed back to his dorm to cool off. We talked to his roomie for about two seconds before my ADD kicked in and I suggested going back to Brick Bash.

On our way back, we passed a group of kids chucking a frisbee around, and were greeted enthusiastically by one of the girls playing. I introduced myself, and we joined their game. Even though I can't catch anything to save my life, it was such a relief to meet sociable people. They showed me around their dorm, introduced me to everyone they came across, and we ended the night with a movie. We exchanged numbers, so hopefully they'll want to hang out again. I'm so worried I'm coming off as weird and desperate, since I don't know anybody.

The club fair was today, and I signed up for a few of those. Hopefully I can fit the meetings into my schedule and meet some people. Art House has a meeting tonight at nine, and I'm going to look into becoming an Off-Campus member.

Classes start tomorrow. I'm hoping for the best. My first two days up here, I was far more miserable than I ever want to be. No more of that!

Here is one lonely paint-thingie I made:
( A bird! )

*single tear*



I am so jealous of Europe right now.


((THEY COVERED POKER FACE. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH. I spent a good portion of Monday night, shouting, "CAN'T READ MY CAN'T READ MY CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE!" and "IT'S IT. WHAT IS IT?". I think it was a sign.))

Public Service Announcement time!!

This fine piece o' work* here:


scored the soundtrack for this "movie" here:


Yes, the movie was terrible, I didn't expect anything other than that. BUT IT SOUNDED AWESOME.

I have been listening to the soundtrack for like a month now, but have been too lazy to update or mention it.

Oh oh. Listen to these folks**, too. I'm pretty sure I mentioned them a few entries back, but here is a nice picture to accompany my message.



*This is Mike Patton.
**This is Foxy Shazam! and The Grates


And here's a really hot model I just came across. ( Mia Tyler )

I really miss blogging for the sake of blogging. Not like I ever made any entries that were particularly interesting, but whatever. Since my writing skills have regressed back to primitive sentences, I'll just leave my thoughts in bullet form.

~ ~
Since summer is upon us, I have slightly more free time on my hands. Not wanting to get a second job, or spend ridiculous amounts of money, I decided it would be nice to make copious amounts of space-wasting art. ( Some Ideas )

-I'm also under the delusion that I'll be going back to the Met over the summer. I would love to bring a sketchbook this time. Nnnnnnf.


-June starts tomorrow! I'm getting my tattoo touched up sometime this week. There is only like, one teeny, tiny spot that faded, but I just want to feel the needle again. I'm also too poor to get another one, so this will have to do for now. Free things are always nice.

-I have seen far too many cold nights. What the hell, weather? I saw a freeze warning for tonight! Grrr.

I really need to learn how to shoot my bigger works. For a moment there, I was expecting I could dump all the life drawings I did from last semester up here, and it would be totally glorious. That's when I remembered all of them are 18x24. I had to scan one piece in portions for Graphics Class, since my camera is terrible, and it was horrible. Blah.
That being said, some blurry camera pics may surface up in the future, or nicely scanned PORTIONS of larger pieces. Either way, I had a lot of fun in my drawing class, and with 2 of the 3 projects in Advanced Graphics. I could of gotten a lot more out of my Independent Study if I had more faith in myself as a sculptor. I'm convinced it is not my forte at all, but then my Professor would be all, "Blah blah you should be majoring in 3D things, blah blah blah, You have skill".

Well. I did steal a fair amount of plasticine and clay from the school, so if the mood strikes, I suppose I could play with it over the summer.

All that being said, here is the ONE thing I pulled from my sketchbook that wasn't thumbnails, and is totally irrelevant. ( Jackie O )

Also, my Mike Patton portrait. At times he is my pride and joy. Moments later, I want to punch a hole right through it. ( Mostly because is lower body is all gesture-y and unformed. )


There is also the exciting topic of Adam Lambert. I don't care what show he was on, that boy has an incredible voice on him. Frankly, I think it might be more advantageous that he didn't win American Idol, since he'll have more options open to him, rather than their stupid, rigid contract. For the record, I had never heard him sing until tonight. Two hours before the finale aired, Colin got me up to speed with his trusty DVR. He won me over quite quickly.

EDIT: Random Artist Appreciation Time: When it came to Peter Max, I was only familiar with the works he did in the 60's, until today. The things he did beyond that are INCREDIBLE.
http://www.popportraits.com/PeterMaxGallery.htm
http://www.petermax.com/index.php