Quick'n

Last night made me realize just how amazing it is to have Jenn going to school only 15 minutes away. She came over for a party last night and we were able to dance like idiots like we were at TSI or something, but we were at Sweet Briar, with all of my other friends with us. It was a very good night... For the most part... Anyways. Pictures that Jenn took: (Btw, the theme was "Would you be my friend IF..." so that is why we all look ridiculous. And why Ingrid is dressed as Hitler...)

Slacking. Headache. Hungry.

I just created a tumblr, and the first thing I feel the need to do is to blog here, before posting anything there. I feel like I am cheating.

Friday was the last day of the classes for the semester. Although I only had one class, and hours and hours of work. Art history was the funniest class I think I have had all semester. Kim is very conservative, and even said "boobs" makes her blush. We were looking at a painting, I think it was a Matisse but I can't remember. Her commentary? "Her tits are hanging out!" Granted, this is true, and she had the weirdest shaped boobs we have ever seen. Malone: "I'm sorry what was the question? I can't stop looking at her chest..." One girl commented that they looked like a boomarang, making Ashley immediately go, "you mean like a booberang?!" And that was the funniest thing I have ever heard. I laughed so hard that Megan, who was a few classrooms down, texted me telling me that she heard me laugh.

Work Friday was the first time I had been in the new office. It was weird. It will be interesting being a new building. Especially without Megan...

Friday night Britt and I hung out, and went to GV to Melchor's. Afterwards we came back to her room and started watching a movie, but I immediately fell asleep, and woke up at 6:00. Walked back across campus to my room and it was 16 degrees out. Yuck.

Saturday I woke up late and did absolutely noting productive. Well, I did go to Volvo and get an oil change. Megan and I went to Vito's in Lovingston for dinner, then to the Colleen drive through which I have always wanted to go to. Although we looked so stupid standing there. It was 25 degrees, I was wearing a skirt, standing outside, getting ice cream. Dumb.

Now I am sitting in the library, in my cozy nook in the lowest level of the stacks. I have done nothing productive. At. All. My Papaya Farm playing has gotten out of hand. I unplugged my phone today at noon, so it charged all night. Then I played Papaya Farm so much today that by 5:00 I already had the 20% of battery life warning flash. Horrible.

Backtrack: On Friday, Ashley and I went to White Hart, and it was not as delicious as I remember. I have only been a few times this year. A few times with Ashley and twice with Matt. Otherwise, neither Ashley nor I have had time to go. We were both thuroughly disappointed that there is a new man working there, making the sandwhiches. Its just not the same.

Hipster Runoff is back. THank Christ.

Slacking slacking slacking.... I was planning on leaving on Wednesday, but I have so much to do, I don't think it's possible. I have already planned to "forget" to finish my accordion book. I literally have no time, and I hate the assignment anyways. John won't care.


My to do list for this week:

-work on proposals
-OOTJ
-Loftus (meeting Monday morning)

-accordion book

-AG IDs for exam

-Junior Banquet odes - Jan 20 class2011@sbc.edu

-Early 20th century art exam

-Arts Management Exam

-Portfolios done by Tuesday

-time sheet from Karol's box

-box for art barn supplies

-exchange Liam's shorts

I'm on drugs.

Right now I have antibiotics, pain killers, and adderall in my system. And I just had intense deja vu. I didn't realize how wired I am until Allison asked "Did you take another adderall because you are on the most intense mission I have ever seen." Yes. Yes I had.

I have about 2.3 seconds to post this since I am in the middle of working on a presentation that I have to give tomorrow. I am sitting in what I have come to view as my "blogging" table in the basement of my building, where some of my longer, weirder posts have been written.

Anyways. The health center did not know if I had mono or strep, so they decided to treat me for strep even though the antibiotics would have had a bad reaction if I have mono. So far, so good. On Monday I was in so much pain in my glands that I could not lift my head or talk. I went to work, and my teacher and boss basically kicked me out of the building and told me to leave work and not to come to class since I was a wreck. I went back to my room and slept until art instead. And then I only lasted a few minutes before I went to the health center. While I was there they tested me for both mono and strep, but I tested negative for both since they were the quick 5 minute tests that are always wrong. She started to tell me that since I was negative for everything she couldn't give me any medicine and I broke down. I spent from Saturday to then in the most pain I have ever been in. I wasnt eating or talking and barely sleeping since moving my head at all hurt. The only way it was bearable was to tuck my chin into my left collar bone. And walking around like that doesn't really work out.

So I started to cry, which only inflamed my throat even more, putting me in more pain. She gave me a prescription for some pain killers and antibiotics and this weird mouthwash and sent me on my way. After a long debacle at CVS over insurance and what not, I was blessed with my drugs. I took the pills and used the mouth wash, which is the most ridiculous thing I have even experienced. In the parking lot I gargled it for a minute, and my lips, cheeks, tongue, and entire throat went completely numb. It was magical.

So now it is Wednesday. Gave my presentation this morning. Had my final critique with John this afternoon. Working on my arts management presentation now.

Going home Wednesday. I am thrilled.

Stolen from Matthew Hasting's tumblr.

Things I haven't thought about in a while.

For pretty much the entire time I have owned an iPhone, a detail of Heironomus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights as my background. Jerri and I talked about it today while we were driving back form Panera. I forgot about how much I love this painting.



It's one of those things that you notice something new every time you look at it. Being me, my favorite panel is the Hell panel. Its crazy.

Then when we got back I pulled up a photo of it for Jerri to see, and Allison said that she has been to the Prado to see it. Allison and I keep finding random things that we have in common, and just now we discovered our common love of Goya's Black Paintings. Most people hate them, because they are so messed up. I think what makes them so amazing is that he was delirious with syphilis when he painted them. They are so dark and messed up. Saturn Devouring his Son is haunting. That's all I can say about it.



I am no longer hungover, but I just have the worst cold ever. I can't hear anything and I can't stop sneezing. Ughhhhh. I have so much to do this week, and I am terrified about it all. I have a proposal due to Loftus Monday, Art History presentation Monday, Ancient Greece paper due Tuesday, ARMG presentation Tuesday, another ARMG presentation Thursday, LCP paper due Friday. Then all my art projects have to be finished by Wednesday. Im fucked. F'realz.

Art today was interesting, to say the least

Today in art two interesting things occurred. One, I realized that I can be categorized as a Dadaist, which I am not fond of. I hate Dada, I have never been interested in it or inspired by it, but all of the work I have done this semester has a very Dadaist element to it. Take today, for example, the panel I am working on is the one which suffered my hissy fit. It is brown with bits of red. Brown. Sign one of Dada. Then over the break I was trying to think of a compelling image to transfer onto the panel, and I decided on a train. Train. Machinery. Sign two of Dada. All of my work this semester has had the same color scheme of brown, red, black and white. Everything has machinery or metal incorporated into it. I hate Dada. But I have accidentally created a number of Dadaist pieces. Although, this piece by Hannah Hoch from 1919 is mind blowing.



Second: I had a odd heart to heart with John about my future. I can't remember exactly how this got started. I was sitting there, working on my train, when he came over to watch me work as usual. I think Ashley said something about being stressed with exam time, and I said, "I just want to be out of school for good." I still have Riverside and a year off on my mind, and that is all I want right now. John replied with, "Don;t say that. The second you are done with school you will want nothing more than to be back." Yeah, right.

I told him that when I leave I have years and years of schooling left. MBA, Masters in Art History, then eventually my doctorate in Contemporary Art. That's alot. I told him I don;t want to go to grad school, because right now in my mind grad school is getting my MBA, while working at Tenet. In recent months I have been excited about working at Tenet after graduation, going back to Jessica and Denise and Carrie and Craig. I really miss them all. But the second that I realized that I want nothing more than to take a year off after graduation and live in Riverside, I have come to view working at Tenet like selling my soul. I told all this to John, and he said that grad school was the best times he ever had. I pointed out that he went to art school, so that hardly counts. He thinks its ridiculous that my parents would never go for sending me to grad school for art. I would be deliriously happy, but there is no future in that. I don't want to teach; god no.

John asked me what will make me happy, and what I want to do with my life. I told him about Tenet, and his response to hearing the words "marketing for a hospital management company" was simply "eeew." I want to work in a museum. I want to curate at MoMA. I want to own a little gallery in Brooklyn. I want to live in a little apartment in Brooklyn, possibly walking to work at the Brooklyn Museum every day (and seeing Matthew Barney drinking coffee on a corner while on the way there wouldn't hurt). I want be around art for the rest of my life.

I know that working for Tenet is the wise choice, but it will not make me happy. I enjoy working there, but I am not passionate about it. Ever since I made this plan I have told myself that I will just work there for 5 to 7 years, get my MBA while there, save up the money I made so that I can afford to move and take risks. Careers in the arts pay nothing, but I am perfectly okay with that.

This blog has turned into an odd thing. It is more so a train of thought than anything. Over the summer it was simply "I did this then I went here and then did this" simply so that I could remember. Over Thanksgiving break I hated writing and updating it, but I like being able to read back on what I do while home. While at school posts like that would be boring. "Today I woke up. Ate breakfast. Went to art. Had an LCP meeting. Went to Ancient Greece. Went to Leadership. Took a nap. Ate dinner. Did my homework. Went to some meetings. The End."

That's horribly boring. I think this blog is going to change, and I am excited about it.

Sunday, November 8 - New York, Crystal Castles

I went to New York last weekend to watch my mom and her running group run in the NYC Marathon. Five years ago my mom was hilariously nonathletic, and here she is now, just finished her second marathon. I am really proud of her. Her entire running group did really well, all setting new PRs and finishing. The trip was really fun, otherwise, aside from getting there. My flight leaving Lynchburg was 3 hours later, thus creating a snow ball effect that left me stumbling into my hotel room at 2:00 am, trying not to wake everyone up.

The next day my mom and I went to the Brooklyn Museum. I don't know how I have never manged to go there, but I finally made it. I wanted to go to the Whitney but we ran out of time. I finally was able to see Judy Chicago's dinner party, and I didn't think I would ever see it. It was a thousand time more amazing in person than it is in photos. Its ginormous. We spent over an hour walking around it.

The day of the marathon I woke up with the runners and went with them to Staten Island at the crack of dawn. Shaun stayed back and slept, so I was left to catch another ferry and a subway back tot he hotel. It was about a two hour ordeal. But it was really nice, being able to just sit on the subway, listening to Crystal Castles at a deafening level and tuning out the rest of the world. I got off the subway about 10 blocks early so that I could just walk around, and it was oddly soothing. It was only about 8:00 by this point so there was not much going on, being a Sunday morning.

Shaun and I hung around for a few hours, and he went exploring into Times Square since he had never seen it, and I read and napped. When it was time for us to go to the bleachers at the finish, we though we only had to walk a few blocks, since he had scoped it out earlier. Oh no. No no no. We ended up getting do badly diverted that we had to run three miles through tunnels in Central Park, down by the zoo, jsut to get the 65th street where we were to begin with, basically. Shaun missed Traci finishing, but I hung around the 1/2 mile to go point and waiting on my mom. When I saw her I ran along with her for a bit. I didn't get to see her finish, though, since the bleachers were so congested.

The weekend has been really nice. I haven't stayed here and done nothing for quite a while. Friday night was the opening of the new gym. So Shep, Jenny, Sarah, and Lauren and I went to that an watched the Proposal with a bunch of girls. That was actually a really good movie. Then yesterday morning Jenny and I went and explored the new gym, played tennis, walleyball, raquetball, ran and worked out for a while. We were there for over 2 hours. Last night we were going to watch a movie, but we were both in too much pain to move. So Shep and I sat around, read, and I talked to Matt for a while.

The morning when I woke up I felt paralyzed. My back i in excrutiating pain, and my legs are urting so bad. I have not been this sore in a long time. I waddled over to breakfast and texted Jenny. She replied with, "Kate. I'm walking into Prothro right now and I look like I had really bad sex last night." And she did. It was hilarious. Shep was sitting a few tables over from us and was aparently laughing at us each time we had to slooooowly stand up and go get a fork or something. It was horrible.

I came back from breakfast and just collepsed back in bed, planning on never moving again.

No such luck.

Shep ended up convincing me to walk the lake trails with her, and that ended up being a lot of fun. The last time I did that was last February with Ashley and Jerri when the lake was still frozen over and we could walk on it. I want to go back to the field behind the lake with a blanket and just lay there. It was such a nice day.

Right now I am struggling to get up and go to my Voice meeting. I have no photos to add to the paper, and I honestly don't care. I want to quit, so badly, but I can't. Next year, not doing this again.

Oh and jussayin, I think that this song is the greatest song ever created. I think I listen to it over 20 times a day, for the past few weeks, and I have Rob doing the same.



I feel like this would be an amazing thing to experience live, although Alice sounds really rough live...

Tuesday, September 8

Holy crap it is September. I am in my second full week of classes. I decided not to move as well. My roommates and I have a good thing going, even though the room is so damn small. I love them so much.

I have been having fun being back at school with my friends, and having random weekend nights running about campus.

Classes are going well, but already I think I may drop my Ancient Greece class. I need that gen ed, but the classwas supposed to be my fun class. And it is my most intensive class. I am going to talk to my professor and figure it out. It is near impossible to get everything done with the reading that he has been assigning. I am going to look and see what I can do instead, gen ed wise.

We just had a health and safety inspection. There was a knock at the door. "Yeah?" "Health and safety inspection?" "Uhhhh... uhhh.. hold on!" BANG. The second we heard that it was a health and safety inspection we all tried to cover our bed risers, alcohol, microwave, hot place, coffee maker, gill, and lots of other things that arent allowed. We all got in trouble for the bed risers, and we were just told to take out the microwave and whatnot. Thank god we didn't get in trouble for those.

I don;t know what is in the water, but the freshman this year are beyond rude. Each one I have encountered has acted like they are the shit. Its ridiculous. A few freshman are working under me on the Voice, an they are being so difficult. Especially the ones that are running for SGA positions. Allison has dealt with one of the rudest girs imaginable for all of this. There was one girl that was notorious before classes even started. She left, thank god. She was terrible to everyone and we would ll openly hate on her at lunch while she was sitting right there.

Ashley was in te Vita fashion show the other night. That was amazing, and she looked
awesome, with crazy eye makeup and chaps. I took pictures for that, then the next day I saw that some girl that was in the show took my pictures out of my photo album and put them up on her own Facebook. I'm sorry, but that was incredibly rude. I think it is weird that she wouldnt ask permission. They were obviously not taken by her since they were photos OF her. I sent her a message telling her I didn't appreciate it and to give me some credit. She did. So that's that.

On a happier note, I have not posted a video lately. I have been obsessed with this song/band for the last few weeks. And the video is so different.

Wednesday, August 26 - This even FEELS horribly damaged

Last night Christin and I decided to go and get some Sheetz. I had a Voice meeting, and it didnt get out until around 11:00 so we went then. Just a few miles out of Sweet Briar, a huge dog went in front of my car and I hit it, causing it to go underneath my car and dragging it for a bit. All these warning lights came on, and we had to abandon my car in the Autozone parking lot since my steering went all funny. The front bumper is cracked, as is the grill. When we were sitting at Autozone I texted Kevin and told him what had happened, although I said, "I just hit a car and now m car won't start." Instead of "I just hit a dog." So he called me immediately, freaking out. But he walked me through looking inside my hood to try to figure out what was going on. But, being a girl, I was clueless. Still, it was very sweet of him. Ashley and Kayt came to get us, thank god. On the way back to school a dog ran in front of Ashley's car. It was crazy.

This morning we had some diversity workshop, which was just frustrating for everyone invlved. The instructor was black, and there were no black people in the room, so every time we wanted to say "black" it would turn into a very awkward "african american...?" Oh well.

This afternoon I interviewed with Kristen about possibly getting the Phonathon intern position. I would love it if I get the position, as it is an amazing resume builder, but I think I will still be happy it I don't get it. I already am stressing out with everything I have on my plate, and classes haven't even started yet. So if I don't get the position, I will probably be better off. I will find out tomorrow, I think.

Speaking of tomorrow, classes are starting. I am beginning the year with printmaking, which will be awesome. Then Ancient Greece and Leadership in the Arts Organizations. I am excited.

Tomorrow I will deal with getting my car fixed. Tomorrow.

Monday, August 24 - Back at the Briar

Yesterday was the first full day for the freshman. Last night we taught them about traditions, honor code, and all of that fun stuff. Watching Caitlin Nealon and Madeline Davis act out all of the potential "uh-ohs" was hilarious. And it was interesting to learn about Sweet Briar from the perspective of a first year.

Also, Jenny and Ashley and Lauren came back yesterday. Three of my favorite people. I helped Lauren and Jenny move in, then I had SGA dinner and whatnot.

Last night Ebie, Jenny and I had lots of fun for our first night together back at school. Along with Kristen, M, and Nell we woke up a good amount of freshman by running around their halls. Jenny and I invited our little sisters along, and we hung out with them for a while. It was a good night.

Tonight Ashley and I will be going back to White Hart, after a very long vacation. I am starving thinking about it.

Day 100 - End.

I think today will be my last daily blog. It is fitting, I suppose, to end on day 100. The freshman moved in today, officially marking the end of my summer and the start of a new school year.

I don;t know how I will continue with the blogs. I mean I plan to, but how will a label them? I know that is a weird thing to worry about, but I like going day by day. I would continue to do so, although here it will just be classes, meetings, art, and sleep. That wont be too exciting for a daily blog. I will just blog when I feel the need.

Day 99 - SGA

Today I had SGA training meetings, and that was about it. Freshman get here tomorrow.

Day 98 - Back to School

Today I got back to school. I slept in this morning, got my Groucho's sandwich, bought a new adapter for my iPod, and hit the road.

I stopped by storage when I got into Madison Heights and I was going to get a bunch of stuff, but Megan and Jodie's things were on top. So I just grabbed my bed sheets, which were thankfully on top, and went to Walmart to buy towels and detergent.

Got to school, unpacked, and cried.

I dont want to be here.

Day 15 - Breakfast, Mom, Errands, TV

This morning Jenn came over and we made muffins. More like she watched me mix them and then burn them. And I burned my finger. St. Marks had their last day of school today, so my mom and I took Liam and Jack to the pool and had lunch. I saw some girls from high school which is always fun. People I care to just never see again. I am ready to get out of Ortega. Everyone is stuck up. I don’t get it. And today just confirmed it. I don’t get some people.

So apparently I give awesome advice when I am drunk. Last night I was talking to a bunch of different people and giving advice, and apparently it was amazing advice. Then this morning I was trying to help Jenn with something and I had no clue what to say. I can only give good advice when drunk. Not good.

This afternoon I went to Sports Authority to get Liam’s baseball coaches end of the season gifts. I took I-295 as usual to get to Blanding, although I was a little excited listening to Ratatat, and I missed my exit. Usually that’s no big deal. However this time I had to go 10 miles out of the way and a 10-minute drive ended up taking a half hour. O barely made it back to Ortega in time for an appointment with Denise. Turn out I didn’t have to be there at all, and I accidently fell asleep in the waiting room. That was awkward to wake up to the receptionist staring at me.

I took a nap this afternoon and had a serried of really weird dreams. The weirdest was a dream where I went skiing with Eddy Ospina. Why?

I saw my grades tonight, and I was really disappointed. I worked harder this semester than I had in past semesters at school. I got all A’s and B’s, but a D in Spanish. I hated Spanish with a passion, and I am not surprised I got a D. My GPA was only lowered a little bit, but it is so frustrating that all of the work I did basically just got erased by one class. Good thing is that I don’t have to deal with Spanish anymore. I wanted to go to the art show at Ocean Club with Jenn tonight but because of my grades I couldn’t go and I feel bad. “/

I have spent the evening watching TV, which is something I never do. Now I am watching Frasier. Odd. I think I am going to sleep in the TV room tonight. I’m cozy. Jenn sleeps on this couch a lot. I’m guessing it’s comfy. I guess I will find out.

This is my favorite song right now.