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I have never been this hung over. Someone kill me.

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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.

R.I.P. Hipster Runoff

Today, or actually the other day, marks the end of an era. Carles is officially retired from Hipster Runoff. The blog that I have obsessively read and lived by for years is over. Mike is the new editor and blogger for HRO, but he is just not the same. It lacks Carles' wit and outlook on life. I have already unsubscribed from the mailing list. Mike does not impress me. What will be the new Hipster Runoff? I am disappointed.

My favorite HRO post of all time, "Feeling both hornie and conceptual" makes me laugh every time I read it. I love when Carles has posts like this, that have nothing to do with music, fashion, altbros and altthings.

"I am in a weird mood this weekend. I feel like seeing some avant garde art/music/performances, but at the same time, I feel like doing something that objectifies women, like going to a strip club or something.

Part of me really wants to discover a new underground buzzband that is more authentic than Animal Collective/Karen O
but another part of me just wants to see some alternative titties.

Part of me wants to go to a meaningful art space and enjoy a night where people challenge reality
but the other part of me feels like ‘artists are bullshit people who want attention’, similar to tweens on youtube.

Part of me wants to see Tom Morello with a bunch of sweet Effectz Pedals,
but a bigger part of me wants to see a woman on all-fours without a shirt on with sweet pedals.

Part of me wants huge titties in my face
but another part of me wants lil authentic titties in my face.

Part of me wants to experience the night sober
but another part of me wants to ‘get mad fucked up.’

Part of me wants to ‘get drunk’ off miscellaneous beverages
but another part of me wants to detox with Rice Dream/ Silk / Soy Milk.

Part of me wants to see MGMT this weekend
but part of me wants to just see this broad this weekend, then send her a friend request 2 her weirdo myspace.

I am not sure which part of me will win. I am not sure who I am any more. I am not sure why I do anything any more.

What r u doing this weekend?

I feel like I need 2 get back 2 my roots, and search for the perfect alternative breasts
http://www.hipsterrunoff.com/t/perfect-alternative-breasts"

Sunday, November 29 - I want to live in Riverside

Back at Sweet Briar. Not stoked, as usual.

The other night while I was hanging out at John's with Emma, I realized how badly I want to live in Riverside. John lives in a little garage apartment, two rooms, small kitchen, but it is perfect. As I was leaving, I was walking down the stairs and a bunch of people my age walked out of the lower apartment and walked down the street. I want that. I want to live in a little apartment in Riverside. I want to work and have fun. Not worrying about the real world or school or anything. Working at the Cummer or JMOCA, hanging out at night. Walking to Kickbacks and 5 Points. That sounds absolutely perfect to me. I don't want to go straight to grad school and Tenet right after school. I want to live. I feel like I don't do anything. There is nothing to do in Virginia. When I am in Florida I am still living with my mom. So I have barely had the chance to make poor choices or truly live. I am reading the book "One Fifth Avenue," about all of the residents in New York's most coveted address. I realized that's how College Street is with people like me and my age. Those of us that loiter around Riverside after hours. College Street, between Cherry and Margaret, is amazing. That's all there is to it. Every time I am home, and visiting Colton or any of friends that live over there, it hit me like a stack of bricks. Its a really weird longing. In my mind, living there equals LIVING, and that's all there is to it.

I'm sure this post makes no sense and it is horribly repetitive, but, the point is:

I want to live in Riverside.

Friday, November 27 - Black Friday

I spent Black Friday siting on my couch, in my PJs, with my mom, watching real Housewives of New Jersey. Horribly lazy day, but it was nice. Marsha and Granny brought us left overs for lunch. Yum.

I went to Lillian's with Jarrett tonight. Every time I see him he is different. He is all muscle now, its crazy. He and Heather have been together for almost 6 months, and that is the longest I have ever known him to be in a relationship. My little youngin Jayriot is growing up.

I asked him how is THanksgiving was ans he said it was horrible. I pointed out it couldn't have been worse than Thanksgiving two years ago, when he spent Thanksgiving in jail... Apparently he would have traded going to jail for a day again than relive yesterday. Lots of family drama there. Family drama was all over today. Talked to Corbett when I woke up. Apparently his parents were fighting first thing this morning. No good.

I went from Lillians to Kickbacks with Emma and John. Emma was having some horrible back pain so we left and I went to get her some heating pads from Walgreens. We hung out at John's for a bit until se felt better and I came home.

David Horvitz had a new tumblr post, to make a video of yourself sitting with your eyes closed for 1:22. I did it, uploaded it, took a shower, and when I came back, he had made a video himself and posted it as a video response to my own video. I am thrilled. My video posted at KateListens and I will post his as well tomorrow.

Sleepysleepysleepy Kate. Possibly seeing Kevin tomorrow. Hopefully.

Thursday, November 26 - Thanksgiving, Pearl

This morning Liam and I woke up early and went to go pick up our mom from Mandarin, where she ran a half marathon with Traci and Josie. We didn't get to watch her finish, but it was packed. I wouldn't think there would be so many people willing to wake up at the crack of dawn on Thanksgiving to run 13 miles.

we went over to Marsha's house and spent the day cooking and entertaining. Met some family members I didn't know about as well. One was named Lenny, and he reminded me of Lennie from Of Mice and Men. I won him over by showing him how to proberly open a handle of scotch.

After we ate I went to lay down for a few minutes, and woke up about 4 hours later and everyone was gone. Eeeh.

Corbett and AJ and I went to the Pearl tonight. I have never gone without Jenn, and it was weird but nice to just go with a bunch of guys. It was more laid back and I was able to just hang out and people watch. Going to an all girls school I have forgotten how nice it is to just be with guys. There were a bunch of random people there, including Jaclynn (joy).

After we left the Pearl we went to WaHo for some late night/early morning hashbrowns. That was possible the high light of my Thanksgiving, food-wise. We dropped off AJ then went to Target to scope out the Black Friday lines. It was about 3 and already there were a bunch of people sitting outside.

Wednesday, November 25 - PVB, Casbah

Spent the day in Ponte Vedra. I think I am going to refer to today as "Blast from the Past" day. Ryan picked me up from Marsha's and we went out to lunch, and that was fun. I haven't seen him in a few years. We talked about everyone from Episcopal that I completely forgot about, including Alan, who I didnt think I would forget about. But, I did.

After lunch we had Petal's birthday dinner and that was delicious. Apparently AJ has started drinking again and I am worried about him. He didn;t look too good. We shall see what happens with him tomorrow. On the way home Liam randomly asked me "Why dont you hang out with Wyatt anymore?" Little jerk.

After we left the beach Emma came over and we went to the Casbah. We got there and put our name on the list and meandered about. We loitered in front of the Casbah for a bit and decided to walk down to Monty's. Matty was there and Emma went in to see him. I hung out outside, saw the Worsham boys and other people from Episcopal, when my phone buzzed. I looked at it. "Text from Guillermo." What. The. Fuck. "Don't know if you still have my number but I think ou just passed by me at the Casbah - Memo" Holy shit. I have not seen him since we briefly dated in my junior year of high school. Four years. So I talked to him for a bit and that was awkward. I had noticed Edgar, Alan's brother before, and I texted Ryan that he was there. I thought it was weird that I thought about Alan today for the first time in a long while then saw both his brother and cousin in one night. So after we talked to Memo for a bit AJ walked about, all 6'5 of him. Talked for a bit, then we sat down outside and smoked and drank for a good long while.

While we were sitting there, Emma's dad walked past our table. On a date. So she met this lady and that was interesting to watch. I was able to stay out of it, thank god.

Will came over from Monty's and hung out with us for a bit, I talked to AJ for a while, then we left.

I just found a box of awesome books in my garage and I am pretty excited. I got this book on H. H. Holmes years ago and never read it, thinking I had lost it, but that was in there. I salvaged it and I will read it tomorrow when I am sick of my family. Which will happen pretty quick...

Also, I love Heidi Montag, I think just because she is so much fun to hate, and so is her music. This song, along with all of them is just so damn catchy. I can' stop listening to it....