SOUNDS

I know I haven't posted in a while but hey thats me. So as the year is winding down, I find myself with less and less work than more of it. I'm really nervous for this research paper I'm writing for my Worlds Fairs Lecture class. Its about Japonisme and the way it swept through western art and design blah blah blah. But yeah its something that interests me okay so shove it! I also registered for next year. I'll actually be in Design and Technology for some reason that has to do with the weird curriculum change and the fact that they dont offer Type 2 or CD 2 in the fall. My electives will include: advertising concepts, publications design, Japanese art and intro to Japanese. So yeah I think I'm turning Japanese. I love learning languages and I've always yearned to learn Japanese so nows my chance. Then maybe sometime in the future I can live and work out of Japan for a few years. Now that would be great. I figure I'll never have time to learn it on my own later on and learning languages gets difficult as you get older. I've been going out way too much lately (I mean whats new right?) but seriously. The other day my friend Cory, who know I'm obsessed with The Sounds (for you rednecks they're a Swedish rockband that kicks major ass) and she sent me a link to this thing to fill out for a chance to go to a secret show here in the city. So I filled it out and didn't think much of it and to my surprise I got an email today saying I won a spot on the RSVP list. I almost cried. I love love love The Sounds they're probably my favorite band and last time that I saw them live was with Cory and they were epic. Maja is a crazy bitch and I love her. She's pure rock and roll. The show was awesome and they were great as always. Jesper keeps getting hotter and hotter everytime I see him. I wonder if he likes boys? Hmmm. Their new album is almost out and is titled "Crossing the Rubicon" should be gold as always. And now I leave you with this five star piece of footage yours truly took inside Santos on this fateful night.

INTERVIEW

I GOT IT! I got the interview that I'd been waiting for. I really want this. Its all I wanted for this year besides the RA job. Nicola Formichetti is an inspiration and one of my biggest heros so just the thought of interning is beyond imagination. Apparently fashionista recently featured him saying he desperately needed interns which sort of freaked me out, but I sent my resume and dropped a few names and I just got an email asking for an interview. I can totally take it from here. My dream would be to stay at the Duckies and start working at Nicola at the same time and since I lost my job at the Welcome Center there's no need to worry about work. I figure I'll find something at night like waitressing or retail to fill in the gap, but the folks are onboard to pitch a helping hand and since housing is on the house I don't see too much of a problem other than I may not be able to live my regular burgeois lifestyle of buying new clothes every week haha, but hey its time to buckle down and buy those "investment" pieces everyone keeps talking about. Wish me luck and just maybe I'll have the best summer ever.

BECOMING

I just saw this postcard from postsecret with the words "I'm thrilled with the person I'm becoming" and I have to say I feel the same way. Yup you guessed it another giant blog about myself haha, but no I'll keep this short. I'm actually very happy right now. I've been working my ass off. I cant seem to catch up on my work no matter how much I do. I've been going to school, interning and working as well as going out a lot so I'm exhausted. I'm so ready for this weekend to do even more hw! Kill me please! I've realized that school isn't as important as we all take it to be. I mean don't get me wrong its the basis for all the major skills and helps expose you to what it is you really want to do, but the reality is, the real world is the best experience. I was chatting with a friend who actually holds a good job within a well-known mag and he encouraged me to drop out claiming anyone worthwile dropped out of Parsons. Hahah I thought that was so funny and very true. Marc Jacobs, Alexander Wang, Donna Karan you name it they all didn't make it past sophomore year. Regardless I need this degree to prove to my family that all this money and effort wasn't going to waste. Well good news. I FINALLY GOT AN R.A. POSITION!!! Thank god almighty. I'm so excited to start. I'll be in a brand new residence hall looking after you guessed it, freshmen. A lot of people seem to think that the only good thing about being an RA is the free housing and sure thats a giant perk but I'm actually so thrilled for the job itself. Much to what people may think of me, I'm actually pretty nice and like to give back once and a while. I'm just super excited to find out who my residents will be, where they're coming from and what motivates them. I love to give people a heads up on what's ahead and just give them advice because hey, I've been there too and its tough when you're going into something completely blind. I found out that I'm actually the Parsons moderator on Myspace which is pretty funny since I hardly ever go on myspace haha. I keep counting down to summer just a few more weeks. Sophomore year has come and gone so quickly its ridiculous. I'm hoping to sublet a place over summer with my number one, Gabz, which will be awesome no doubt. Our apt will be uberchic! One more thing. Why does god screw me over when it comes to the fellas? I try to put up my hands and play it solo and what do I get, a whole new wave of creepers. Creepers who offer me taxi rides to their place, creepers who beg me to go out with them, creepers who harass me. WTF?! First of all if I like you, I will pursue you or give you some sort of hint that I'm interested. Shaking my head, the cold shoulder and I dont know maybe the word "NO" may all be clues that I'm not interested. I really try to be as polite as possible, but seriously lay off. It becomes pathetic and makes you even less attractive. I'm starting to realize that my expectations are probably at such ridiculous altitudes that I may just be single forever and forced to slave and toil in some sort of hobby whether I be a workaholic, one of those neverending travelers or who knows I just might become some symbol for people like Leigh Bowery. Beautiful and amazing but the furthest thing from boyfriend material. Oh well. No time for any of that shit anyways. I've become obsessed with French guys. They know how to live over there and I wish I could just leave all my obligations at the door and fly over there now and really start living life. Oh and I smoke now. Big whoop I was always a damn smoker at heart and now I leave you with this latest picture of ...me