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[books]
So, a few months have gone by, and now I'm going to pretend like I never forgot about this particular blog.
Although I will, undoubtedly, forget about it again immediately after posting this entry.
So I'm writing a book that I've lost all interest in, even though I have the entire plot outlined and everything. This is due to the fact that I have a completely new and different concept in my mind that I'd sort of like to chase after for a while, but I have no idea what would happen in this book. All I know is that it would involve a personification of Death and a girl who somehow gets stuck in a loophole and repeatedly reincarnates. At first Death is terribly annoyed with her (because of her refusal to stay dead), but then he realizes that she can teach him something about humanity. Soon the girl becomes infatuated with Death and invents clever ways to kill herself so she can spend more time with him, until the gods find out [side note: I am completely taking this in a new direction than what I planned on at this point, sorry for rambling?] and decide it would be a good idea to intervene - she'll need to stay alive, or the next time she dies she will have to pass on to the afterlife, without spending anytime at all with Death. Quite the macabre romance, right? I don't know, I'm rather excited about it now.
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[decisions]
SCAD might kill me. There are too many options. I've narrowed my list of possible majors down to the following:Production Design - Sets and Lighting
Production Design - Costumes
Fashion Design
Painting
Metals & Jewelry
Art History
WHAT am I doing?? Art school is pretty much the worst possible thing for me. Like a kid in a candy shop. Geez.
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[okay now what]
So plan A didn't work out. I went to Goodwill and found dresses that were far too hideous for even the most skilled reconstructionist. One involved forest green satin and ginormous poof things. The others had old woman flower prints and/or rabbits. Most of them were shapeless sundress things (that were still made out of hideous fabrics - not even kitschy hideous).
I'm going to go through my own closet and see what I can come up with. I mean there has got to be something.
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[hold me to it]
I'm going to make things for Etsy. I'm going to remix old prom dresses and other awful thrift store clothing for a while, until I relearn how to sew or make enough money to buy amazing fabrics. And maybe make some bizarre little decor things as well. Pillows, or wall hangings, or something. I don't know but I have to do something with my life. Augh.
I'm reading Shakespeare. It's exciting.
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[things to do when you're a college drop out]
I finished the Twilight series in about five days. Each book being something like 600 pages long? It was physically impossible to put down. And even though Leslie's right, that things in real life never work out like that, I'm glad that it did end in a neat little package. I have a problem with getting overly involved with stories... I was stressed out for several days after the first time I saw Moulin Rouge because of the way it ended. I need happy endings.
I pulled out my guitar a few days ago and taught myself a Bishop Allen song (Butterfly Nets) and a Magnetic Fields song (I Don't Believe You). I mean, that's pretty good when I know all of like, seven chords. Haha. If only I could transfer that to the piano...
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[please catch on soon]
This was in my inbox tonight:
Office of the Registrar
It gets weirder and weirder every day.
August 22, 2008
Your assigned seat for chapel is:Section: 3-Jr
Row: E
Seat: 6
The first chapel is Monday, August 25, 2008, at 10 a.m. in Hughes Auditorium. Please note that attendance is taken from the first day.
Please make sure that you are familiar with the official chapel attendance policy as published in the 2008-2009 Asbury College Bulletin.
In other news, I am a masochist. I just finished watching Pride & Prejudice and will now either go back to reading Eclipse or start watching Moulin Rouge. Naturally, sleep is no longer an option. -
[where are you]
Why don't men fall in love with us anymore? I mean really in love, unable to be outside of our presence, wanting to stay by our side, watching over us, taking care of us, being sad when we're sad and doing anything in their power to see us smile? I want to be in love. I want to be desperately, impossibly, achingly in love and there is nobody to fulfill that. Men are crass and rude and watch terrible TV shows. The extent of their love is drunk texting you at four in the morning, thinking it must be sweet that although they may have forgotten how to stand up, they still remembered you. Where are the Darcys? Where are the Bingleys? Ewan McGregor when he played Christian? They have to exist. People still write books about them, actors play them in movies, musicians sing about them. But these are all fictional. I don't know if they really exist anymore. -
[why hello]
I haven't written in a long time.
[edit]
I guess I could tell you some stuff. I applied to SCAD - that's right, I am getting out of the wasteland. Two years under my belt and every day I grow more and more disturbed by the thought of being an Asbury alum. I'm not sure if I'm going to Atlanta or Savannah yet, but I'm visiting both in September. I talked to my roommate tonight and didn't have the heart to tell her I was leaving. It's still up in the air whether I will even be in school this semester. It depends on what's going to transfer - why pay for another semester if nothing is going to go with me? I was really opposed to the idea at first, but the more I think about it, the better it sounds. I'd have my car, and I could get a job. Craigslist just posted a gallery position near me. And I'd get to see everyone over labor day because of the France reunion.
Speaking of which, I'm sort of afraid of what my grade might be. I turned in one assignment late, didn't do the other one (which, actually, no one did except for Josh), and have no idea how many sketches I was supposed to do. I kept asking and basically all I got was "Oh, you know." Angie said maybe between five and ten... I did eight. Hardly seems like enough. It's really one of those things where anything between an A and a C is possible. If I get a C... well, it doesn't matter. I'm leaving, right?
I told Luke he could call me tonight, and he asked how long I'd be awake. I told him it didn't matter because I hardly feel like I sleep anymore, and I didn't realize how accurate that was until after I said it. Sleeping kind of feels like "Hey, I'm asleep! Hey, I'm awake!" lately. I could even be awake while I'm sleeping and not be aware of it...? I don't know how that works. But that's sort of how it feels.
I need to call Les back.
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[band of horses]
and hey, transform all others
when awful people they surround you
well ain't they just like monsters
they come to feed on me
giant little animals to feed
though to say we got much hope
if i am lost it's only for a little while -
If I could physically turn into any actress, it would be Zooey Deschanel. She is adorable.
