I'm currently in the design lab trying very hard not to get anything done.

Have you ever been in a creative slump? It's like, everything is coming out apples and oranges. Even this blog entry is already failing. I can feel it: no energy. (Even the Refresh Tazo tea isn't helping)

It's like, everything is in this weird dreamlike state that I can't break out of. And in this state, I suck at design.

This could just be the residual effect of the fact that the portfolio review I've been working for three years towards is six days away, in fact, that's probably the reason.
But how do I break out of that in time to prepare something decent?

Last night I tried British farce, lavender bubble bath, and Oscar Wilde but things still aren't flowing.

Tonight I'll probably try fancy dress, beer bowling, and hangovers.

I'll let you know if there are any positive (or more than likely, negative) results.

In other news, this morning, right before I exited that half-awake-half-asleep phase, I thought to myself:

"Why don't they make cups that you can drink out of sideways?"

Watching: 30 Rock
Reading: The Picture of Dorian Gray
Listening: The hum of computers

Of all the things I miss about childhood (which is pretty much everything) scholastic book orders are pretty high up on the list.

So the other day when I got to order Mockingjay (the third book in the Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins) via old school book order I got entirely too excited.
So you have to imagine how my face looked when I was informed that a week after ordering we'd be sent Mockingjay pins (ala Katniss).
Of course, I was imagining blocky little plastic pins the size of a quarter, reminiscent of the wings you'd get when you'd fly American Airlines.

But then I got this little number in the mail:



It was exactly how I'd always imagined it. Golden, larger than a silver dollar, and it has good weight to it.
Scholastic, you really pulled out all the stops this time. (Not to mention the whole order was only $13.00.)

So this just got me thinking, books are wonderful.
(understatement of the century)

I figured I'd diagram my new bookcase to talk for a second about the books I own, and the books I love (which can be mutually exclusive).



No. 1 - Clay Aiken: How to Sing- Don't worry, I don't own this book by choice. It was a white elephant party gift, and it exists merely to pad my bookcase. (There's actually a chapter entitled "When in Doubt, Hum!")
No. 2 - Doctor Who- I'm a HUGE Doctor Who fan, so my birthday one of my best friends got me this novel, which actually chronicles a random adventure of the Doctor, David Tennant style.
No. 3 - Oxford Poetry Edition- BIIIIIG book of poetry. I love poetry.
No. 4 - The Twilight Series- Except I'm mysteriously missing New Moon? Not good literature, but still fun stories. (Plus I was in the first movie)
No. 5 - The complete works of William Shakespeare- Also love Shakespeare. Going to Ashland this summer to hopefully see Hamlet.
No. 6 - My Chuck Palahniuk Shrine- One of my favorite authors. I would say Rant is his best, but it's on lend, so unfortunately it's not pictured in this photo.
No. 7 - Scott Westerfeld- All my John Green books are at home, so another sweet Nerdfighting writer. Still have to read Uglies, but Leviathan was sweet.
No. 8 - This isn't a book, but it's a sweet old clock.

Anyway, I have to go get ready for a trip to Seattle to see my friend's BFA design show. I'll probably edit this entry later.

If anyone is actually reading this blog, you should let me know. :D
(new blogs are always fun!)

Watching: Modern Family
Reading: The Picture of Dorian Gray
Listening: The Fray (still)

I love living in an apartment with three other people.
L-O-V-E it.
And only one of those letters is sarcastic. The other three are sincere.

But there's something really bizarre about college living that makes everybody ever cook pasta all the time.

So tonight I think, what's easy to cook? Pasta. I have stuff for pasta.

But then I go downstairs and there's already pasta on the stove that my roommate made half an hour earlier. And My other roommate is sitting on the couch, munching on her leftover pasta. And then I remember I had pasta last night.
The whole downstairs completely smells like pasta.

Weirdly enough, my solution to the problem is make macaroni and cheese.


In case you're reading this and you're desperately wondering who I am:
Don't fret too much. You're reading my blog, so obviously you're in the right place.
A few quick facts to fill in the gaps:

1. I'm a double major graphic design and creative writing student.
FACT: I spend more awake time in the art building than at home.
FACT: Ever since I was a little kid there was never any doubt in my mind that I was going to publish my writing one day.

2. I live with three of my best friends in the world, and my other best friends live within blocks of me.
FACT: Kristina Horner lives about 80 miles from me, and that tends to break my heart every so often.

3. If I was granted a free 'do anything with your life' pass I would travel the world and do fashion photography.
FACT: The chances that I will ever end up doing fashion photography for a living is exactly 3145239 to 1.
FACT: I don't mind in the slightest.
FACT: Ok, maybe. A little. Sometimes.

And so concludes my first blog post.
Something I've been meaning, and wanting, and trying to do for a while.

If you honestly ask me why, after having this blog for a year, I chose today to make my first post:

It's because I found out I could edit the html and include javascript lightbox in my posts:

Watching: Sunshine Cleaning
Reading: The Picture of Dorian Gray
Listening: The Fray