Update. I'm living in a world on sparkling water, slices of lime, and white orchids. My companions are few, my love is great, and I am for the most part- happy. Currently I am interning at two different places. Both of which couldn't be more far from each other. One is called Red Hen Press, an independent publishing house that focuses on diversity. I do book designs, info graphics, flyers, web graphic etc. It is an interesting environment of scholars and thespians. We engage in many nerdy conversations, and I am embraced as a dork and as one of their own.
So my birthday week is officially over, I spent a little too much money but it is okay and well worth the memories. I went gun shooting and finally fired shot gun, which was not at all as scary as it was made out to be. Later that night I had a goth themed party at my house, got smashed and woke up in the morning in full goth attire and make up. Last night I went with my digital arts instructor, his partner Perry, Nick (Capricorn Soulmate), and my sister Cassandra to The Magic Castle. Got pulled on stage by a German magician and helped levitate a lamp while new age music played. All and all it was pretty fun.
Winter anxiety has caused me to trim my bangs to an obscene length. People say they look good, but I don't very much care for them, when I get nervous or anxious I bite my nails or trim my hair. So I guess to me I see it as up front reflection of my anxiety. I can't wait until school starts again, I feel at a loss when I am free for the holidays. I don't want to think about anything that is not productive to me, I've been focusing on books and film mostly to keep my mind busy. Thursday is my birthday and we're having a goth themed party at my house which I am excited about, durning the day I will be going to The LA Gun Club in downtown and firing some weapons. Friday, The Medusa for Cold Cave.
I look back at my twenties and see now that the darkest hour has past.
I focused an entire final project around this song, which seems to be the theme song to my life. The piece itself is entirely matte black and mostly texturally focused, I refer to it as a self portrait. The assignment is meant to be narrative but my objective was to narrate my exploration in pattern and texture, not so much to display a literal "narrative" or convey any color theory. I'm taking a color theory class already, I felt it redundant in my process of self discovery (artistically speaking). My professor enjoyed this concept and referred to it as an "anti-narrative", I was explaining to him that I really want to play this song during the critiques on a loop or have headphones available for interested people to listen to so they could feel more connected to it . A girl in my class interrupts us in an annoying tone to ask "What's an anti-narrative?" This is coming from a women who's last piece was a pastel drawing of a fairy wearing platform boots sporting a trap stamp tattoo framed by vines, you know, real classy. The only thing missing from her piece was some Tori Amos lyrics and it would have looked real nice on some high school girl's binder.
I'm in the midst of finals week, final projects are due. Picture this for a mental image of your average art student: I'm covered in black paint wearing headphones and listening to The Brainbombs outside, I set fire to the piece to create the effect I want. I'm sure my room mates stood looking for own window thinking, "oh Rebecca". I will post pics of the piece later.
Anyways, I love my broke art student life. It's filled with live and creativity. I met my soul mate in my digital arts class, too bad he's gay, he's like "Oh Rebecca if only you had a penis..." and I'm like "I'll go F to M for you!". How I love my fellow Capricorns, we're so superior than all the other signs in the Zodiac. It's amazing how many kindred spirits you come across when pursing your dreams. I go out by myself and I feel good, my attitude is "stag life" I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one.
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