Sunday, November 23 - Jags Game, BTBAM

So after I got home from Rob's this morning I showered and napped then went to the Jaguar game. It was a horrible game and we left pretty early. They ended up winning and Liam pretty much hated us for leaving early. When it was his idea...

Evan and I went to Between the Buried and Me tonight. And oh my god saw the best band ever. We saw Wings of Victory, Veil of Maya, Animals as Leaders, and BTBAM. Wing of Victory sucked, as I expected. Veil of Maya was amazing. BTBAM was good, but not as amazing as I had expected. I most likely would have been blown away if I not just seen Animals as Leaders. Combined, Evan and I have a pretty thorough knowledge of metal bands, but neither of us had heard of them. After they played, we just turned to each other and both of us had the biggest smile plastered on our faces. They were amazing. No vocalist, and it was all technical and melodic. We bought the CD immediately. Even people that don;t like metal will like them, which I know covers the majority of the people that read this.



After the show we came back to my house and I put the CD on my computer. It was the first time Evan has ever been inside my house, and it was funny when he got in my room and just stood there looking at stuff. I guess it's been a while since I had someone new in my room and it was funny to watch him just look around. It also made me look at my room with new eyes, and also made me realize that I really have to paint my room a new color. This green or horrid.

Off to bed, just posted a video on KateListensToDavid. So. Yeah.

Saturday, November 22 - Jacksonville, Finally

So I am cheating and writing this at 5:00 pm on Sunday....

Friday I flew into Jacksonville and my mom and Liam surprised me at the airport. Usually they just drive up and get me at the curb, and it was nice for them to come inside and surprise me. We met up with Granny and Marsha at Maggiano's for dinner, but beforehand I ran over to Apple to see Rob. I called him when I got into the store and he was in the back. I told him I was standing there and he literally squaled then two seconds later the door to the BOH flew open and there he was. Then he actually hugged me, which is very odd Rob behavior. Then I hopped about while he tied my shoes and we walked ver to Maggiano's and he said hello to everyone. After he left Marsha and Granny kept talking about "how handsome Rob has gotten." Something about him changed, bu none of us could figure it out.

We had a delicious dinner at Maggiano's then I came home and Rob retrieved me. We went to Kickbacks, and the moment that I walked in I realized how glad I was to be home. I lived at Kickbacks over the summer and it was very nice to be back, even though it was a swamped Friday night at 11:00. Colton walked over and hung out with us for a bit. He was going to hang out longer but he had work in the morning. Last I heard, he was unemployed and searching for a job. Rob knew this and asked where he was working. Colton's reply was "Well I have a very part time job at a awn service." And it was hilarious, the way most things that come out of Colton's mouth are. I think it was the "very part time" bit that had us laughing so hard.

Yesterday morning I woke up early and went to Liam's football game. Serious, kid is such a little wuss. Watching him practice beforehand he never caught the ball or even tried. It was hilarious yet endearing. After that was Liam's footbal team's team party at Lillians.

I came home and got in bed before going to the fair with Rob, and next thing I know it was 6:00 and Rob was on his way to come get me. Gah. I need sleeeeep. Apparently that fair at Town Centre was lame so we didn;t bother going, and went to dinner at the Loop instead. After we ate we went to Publix to get crumb cake mix and bake, but when we were standing in the aisle looking at the selection of crumb cake mix we realized that nothing good ever comes out of us baking. Instead we went back to his apartment, saw Clay and his girlfriend, sneakily loaded my to go cup from the Loop with whiskey, and we walked to O'Brothers. When we got there Dave and James were already there, and I realized just how much I love hanging out with James. He is beyond adorable.

The usual beating ensued, and James was there to take pictures. I already can feel the bruises showing up on my side and arms. Oh well. At one point when Rob had stolen my phone and I was trying to get it back from him and he was smacking me I heard Dave say, "I though I had some pretty fucked up relationships, but this is a whole new level of fucked up." And that is the truth. James and Rob both got a hold of Allison's number from my pon and were texting her dirty things and James was trying to get her to have a foursome, as long as she brought 2 guys. It didn't take her long to realize that she was being hit on by two incredibly gay boys.

O'Brothers was lots of fun, mainly since we were sampling different kinds of crazy shots for them to have at some girl's birthday party. As a result of these shots, Rob and I both got far more drunk than intended, and I ended up sleeping on his air mattress. Well, very little sleep occurred since I was up all night, freezing cold and the mattress was deflating. No fun. This is my Twitter deef from last night:

-@omgitsrob RT @Nanooboy Bf requirement #7: cuddle up and watch the S Club movie while falling asleep. HA!!
-@omgitsrob the bed deflated a lot and i'm freezing cold.
-@omgitsrob I've been up. Like all night
-Sleeping on @omgitsrob's air mattress tonight due to poor life choices.
-RT @omgitsrob Hello obrothers. Youcnake me too drunk too quick.


Last night I retweeted something that @Nanooboy, Andy from the original 5AG said about S Club 7, since it made me think of a conversation that Rob and I had yesterday. Then this morning I woke up to an email saying that he is now following me on Twitter. I get on Twitter, and I see this:

"Nanooboy: started following 2 people simply because I found their @ replies to each other about an airmatress entertaing. There was a even a twitpic!!"

Oh holy god. That is amazing. I texted Lauren and she was in awe as well. Made my morninng.

The rest of today will be part of tonight's blog.

Friday, November 20 - Almost Home

I am sitting in the Charlotte airport, listening to Fan Death, and people watching. I have been given some awesome people watching opportunities lately. I had some interesting characters on my flights from Lynchburg, then last night Allison and I went to the midnight premiere of New Moon, because we are huge nerds. Of course there were some odd people out and about at that. Girls in PJ pants and Edward shirts. There were a hilarious amount of couples there. I feel bad for each one of those boyfriends. Stuck in a theater that is 75% squealing girls. I am glad I am not one of them, and I laugh at those who are. The first time Edward appeared on screen, in this awfully horrible slow motion, windy walk, there were a bunch of girls that did literally squeal with delight. I dont understand. I think this says something positive about my character, though.

Although right before Bella jumped off the cliff the reel broke, and apparently it broke in all 10 theaters. It was a min-mayhem moment. The old woman next to me turned to me and asked if I wanted to help her start a riot. I really wish I was making this up. She was dead serious. When she sat down she said to Alison and I "I can't wait to see Jacob's shift changing!" I think I will classify that moment as a "Life Fail" for that woman.

Yesterday at lunch Sarah, Elizabeth and I played MASH. I have not played in so long. I had a pretty positive outcome. I will be marrying Matthew Barney, working as a stripper, living in Brooklyn with 4 kids, driving a Hummer, making $100,000 a year and I will have my honey moon in Afghanistan.

Errrr.... Looking back on that, that is actually quite horrible. The only good thing is the marrying Matthew Barney part. My minor obsession with him has somehow become more public recently, and I am not sure how this happened. Last Saturday I was with Allison, Blair, Shep and Britt and at one point we were discussing what Blair would name her future children, and she said, "Kate I know you will have a little Matthew Barney Jr." And then Ashley said the same thing:




Allison and I attempted to make a list of the songs we would listen to if we could only listen to 10 for the rest of our lives. I have shared this with a few people, and so far everyone has been shocked to see this one on the list. I don't know why I like it myself, when I really don't listen to too much rap and whatnot, but it sneaks onto every playlist I ever make.




Boarding my flight soon. My mom is going to pick me up at the airport, then off to Town Centre for dinner where I will creep into the Apple store to see Rob. I think either Corbett or Colton is going to come over tonight. I'm hoping Corbett simply because I don't want Colton to ride his bike from Riverside to Ortega. He is even more of a bum lately.

The man sitting across from me keeps starting at me... Errr...

I am playing FishVille in the Charlotte airport. I am ashamed.

Friday, November 20 - Stuff White People Like

I have read with Stuff White People Like post multiple times, and every time I read it I can't help but crack up. It is oh so very true. Ashley and I both relate to this one a little too well. Stuff White People Like makes me feel like a very predictable person.

"Keeping up with art is hard; trips to galleries, enormous books, and costly bi-annual magazines are just a few of the many expenses you will incur during the process of attempting to stay current with art. While the challenge and difficult of this proposition would seem to actually attract more white people than dissuade them, the amount of work required to become and remain an expert on art is simply too much for the majority of white people.

Of course there are exceptions such as the people who have invested both their money and their lives into the appreciation of art: people with Art History Degrees. But as you have probably noticed, they have very little value to both you and society. The latter is evidenced by their annual salary while the former is to be determined on a person by person basis.

Currently, the artist who is both cutting edge and easy to keep up with is Banksy, and white people love him. He is anonymous, British, easy to understand, and he works in the medium of graffiti! This last bit is very important since all white people consider graffiti to be art when it looks like something other than a bunch of squiggles. In every other instance, they consider it vandalism.

As with any conversation involving white people and taste you should be forewarned that you are walking into a potential minefield. However, art does not work the same way as Indie Music when it comes to the need to like the obscure.

Here’s how it works: if you say your favorite artist is Vincent Van Gogh, MC Escher or Monet, you will appear as though your taste in art is derived entirely from college posters. This is unacceptable. Conversely, if you list Jeff Koons, Laurie Anderson, Damien Hirst or Basquiat, you’ll look like you are trying too hard but don’t really know what you are talking about. Chances are that white people will assume your art education consists entirely of documentaries, bio pics, and looking up references from Gossip Girl on Wikipedia.

Finally, if you list your favorite artist as a current, bleeding edge visionary who white people have not heard of, they will immediately recognize you as a threat and dislike you. It is also a certainty that they will call you pretentious behind your back.

Needless to say, it’s complicated. But Banksy is just right. He’s just edgy enough to be outside of the mainstream, but popular enough to be available in coffee table book form at Urban Outfitters. Though if you spot this book on the coffee table of a white person it is strongly recommended that you imply they got the book at a Modern Art Museum gift shop and not at an Urban Outfitters. This will make the evening far more enjoyable for everyone concerned.

If you find all of this to simply be too much work and wish to ensure that white people will never speak to you about art again, there is an easy escape. Simply mention your favorite artist is Thomas Kinkade and that you are in negotiations to purchase an original from the store in the mall. This will effectively end any friendship you have with a white person."

Wednesday, November 18 - 2 Days

Jacksonville in two days. I am so excited. Rob has an alright work schedule so I will be able to see him a good bit. It will be really weird not having Jenn there. I will be spending time with different people though, so that's good. I am excited to see Corbett and Kevin, Rob and Emma. Except Kevin is being a jerk... We shall see.

Sunday night Evan and I are going to go see Between the Buried and Me at Edge 17. I have never seen them live, but I know it is amazing. Rob saw them a few years ago and he loved it. This will be an experience.



Allison got a concussion last night. I had to go pick her up at the gym and talk to the trainer about everything. She was not doing too good. We came back to the room, and I went to go hunt down some applesauce for her in Prothro. I asked the older woman in Prothro if she could get me some apple sauce, and she said, "Yes, I will be right back." Then she was gone for about 5 minutes. when she came back I hadn't moved yet and she said, "Yes sweetie? Anything I can get for her?" I asked for applesauce again, pretending that this did not just happen, and she asked if anyone was already looking for me. I just lied and said no. She left to go look, then this whole thing happened again. I gave up and asked someone else.

Allison and I enjoyed a quiet night in, watched Drop Dead Gorgeous and went to sleep early. Except we both had to wake up every 2 hours so I could make sure that she was alive and well.


Today was... interesting. During art I got a call from Courtney. Her dad was diagnosed with brain cancer three weeks ago, then he just died on Saturday. I feel so bad for her. We are putting together a package to send her after Thanksgiving. She isn't going to come back next semester, like she was originally supposed to.

John has been comparing my work to William T. Wiley lately, who I have never heard of before the past few weeks, but I am in love with his work. With the hidden checks and ampersands and the incorporated text, it is quite similar to my Arabic triptych.



I love the quote on this one, although this one is far different than his other work.



The Arabic triptych and the embellished vest print on a panel both turned out awesome, and I am really proud of them, although I have no idea how I am going to get the triptych home. It will not fit in my car.....

Tuesday, November 17

Friday at work Megan wrote me a story while I was working on the art auction. It is possibly the most amazing thing ever written.


To a Weezie. From a Weezie.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named W. Eezie who had a curtain of blond hair. One day, W. Eezie decided to go boysenberry picking. She put on her thinsulate trousers, her plaid shirt, and a pair of lopsided Uggs.

"Now," said W. "Where can I find a ripe patch of boisenberries?" W. Eezie scratched her blond head. She adjusted her thinsulate trousers. And she thought. And thought. And thought. And thought. W. Eezie started walking.

W. Eezie walked all the way to the general store. She walked past all of the tractor drivers and the pig breeders. W. Eezie adjusted her thinsulate trousers. She scratched her blond head. And she walked into the general store.

"Hello there Miss Eezie," said Farmer Sam, the general store proprietor. "Would you like to buy another bolt of plaid cloth?"

"No, Farmer Sam," said W, "I need to ask you something."

"Ask away!" said Farmer Sam, taking a puff from his pipe.

"Well, I'm looking for a patch of boysenberries" W. said.

"Boysenberries!" cried Farmer Sam, scratching his plaid-hat-encased head. "I don't rightly know! I'd say your best bet is to go to the land of Sweet Briar. I'm not sure if they have a boysenberry patch, but I know they have a briar patch!"

W. scratched her blond head. She adjusted her thinsulate trousers.

"Sweet Briar..." she murmured. "Later!" And off she ran.

But as soon as Kate got to Sweet Briar, she realized that there were no berries of any kind - except for a Merry Barry! So Kate settled for that. She rolled up the sleeves on her plaid shirt and she lived a very ghoulish, successful existence at Sweet Briar for the rest of her days.

Tuesday, November 10 - I Can't Stop Listening to These Songs

Apparently red Clay judging was due yesterday. I logged in to do it today. Oops.

Sitting at work, but doing work for Opera on the James, and starving. I want a banana with some Nutella. Yum.

I cannot stop listening to any of the following songs:



I love this video.









My god I want to go to Bonnaroo.