Hey Red

I give really good birthday cards. and Halloween was fun. I fell and did NOT hit my head WOO. I only ripped my tights after attempting to ride Ben's fixed gear bike. Didn't work out too wellllll. I was kind of a slore at the bars though. I got a couple free drinks by some rednecks but I was aiming for the bartender. My roommate pulled me away. Then I tried to take a nap on the curb and Ben pulled me away. Oh friends.

I'm really excited to come home and chillax. This whole college-productive thing is getting to be a drag. Two more classes till my senior collection starts and I will straight up die.

I will totally jump the genius bar dudes next saturday. They were super delicious

homework for tues: 4 pages of research on prints including fabrics, 10-15 illustrated fashion sketches with the research on prints, take 3 magazine faces and free hand 5 templates with appropiate faces which comes to 15 sketches, find photos with front face, 3/4 pose, and profile and grid out the faces so i can copy the faces exactly and then recopy 7 times using different mediums coming to 21 drawings, and read up on my research to complete a thesis for monday


HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHH

this is an awful night

I was told that I was psychic today. Because Tyler and I went to Bonaventure Cemetery last night around 2am...actually it was probabky closer to 1am, but anyway, I saw things. It wasn't the kind of things where you can see a person in front of you, but it was more like you just knew what they looked like. It was like when I closed my eyes I could see them. Ben came around 2:30am I think it was and that was when things got really scary. Something started strangling Ben because I was holding onto him as something was pushing him down and pulling me along with him. He was gasping for air and choking.

And then there were the two men. One had been following us around since we got there. Tyler kept asking the pengulem questions and for some reason I knew the answers. The man had lynched someone in that graveyard and we were brought in front of the tree. But then there was the Man with the knife. He was coming from the Old One, Tyler told me and it was bad. I could see him in back of me but we weren't supposed to run.

It was all very frightening. Especially since even after we left I couldn't talk. I could barely walk and I kept getting weak spells. It was just all very weird and scary.

So I am now afraid to wake up in the middle of the night in my house. Last night I woke up at like 530 6am to the noise of what sounded like someone trying to break in. I just kept hearing the thump on the window and the latch unlocking. But I hadn't latched the lock. I had locked every other one but not the latch. I heard it for like 45 min along with a moan and footsteps in the living room. I was fucking frozen, I stayed under my blanket and kept my eyes shut thinking, "it's almost light out it's almost light out."

But then it stopped, and I thought everything was okay. When all of a sudden I could feel the hairs on my arms go up and I heard this crazy high pitched almost buzz right next to my face. I wanted to scream but i just put the pillow in front of my face and hugged it instead.

I fell asleep around 7 when the sun came up.

Oh my god I can't wait till Ben gets here so I don't have to sleep alone in this house.

I like how when something happens that has nothing to do with me, people aren't my friends anymore

Apparently sometimes Friday nights are reserved for Karaoke nights at the bar with your mother, father, sister and best friend. At least that was tonight....


Remind me never to sing Paradise by the Dashboard Light again

I need to get out of here

My boyfriend is moving back to St. Louis

I don't understand my life whatsoever.

Shots of everclear is a bad idea.
So is not knowing the name of red shirt boy. And throwing up in front of my dad from being so hungover.
HA HA HA

Everything seemed to be going quite well.
These past two three weeks have been fucking insane. Ben's roommates moved into this huge house on Barnard and it has turned into the "Bro House." The entire golf team is basically a frat. But I still love them all.
I moved into my house. It is amazing. But someone did graffiti on my walls and bathroom mirror when I wasn't there. So fuck that. We have a liberty bell hanging in our loft. And a stage in the bathroom. And stained glass. Nucca.
But I lost my house key last night. Last night was terrible. I cried. And almost fell off my roof. Ryan let me walk to Janee's house. Fuck that. I walked from the beginning of the historic district to fucking south side. At 12:30 am. WTF. I could have died.
I lost my purse. Ben passed out in front of my house. My neighbors had to carry him up the stairs. He threw up everywhere. And I woke up this morning and he was wearing a dress.
I dont understand.
Everything had been going so well the other day. Now it's fallen apart. And I woke up this morning to Josh calling me because Ryan was missing.
Great.
Fucking great.
Less than a week. Fucking less than a week. 2 paintings. A 3d project. A paper and a test and I'm done.

I hate midterms.
I did one painting that took my 5 weeks and now I have to finish my second by tomorrow that I started Friday.
I finished my sculpture.
and forgot to bring it to class. i didn't know it was the critique.
I finished my paper today.
If only I could get up to actually paint. But I hate painting on the floor.




I want to go in a canoe. and I want tonight to be Thursday night damnit.



and I hate rejections. and being ignore. oh well. 5 more weeks. 5 more weeks.



My new obsessions is Weeds

Were making margaritas tonight. mmmm.

I'm almost done my freshman year at college and I realize now that high school was so god damn easy. And I really miss it. I miss the stupid things the most like drinking at lunch and trying to scheme how skip school and then being paranoid about who will see us not at school. Haha I miss those days. Being here you really are on your own, true you have your friends but they are in the same boat as you and you can't depend on them for everything. It's all good though, I'm having a blast and it's flying by like crazy I can't believe it.

I'll be out of the dorms next year and living with Maggie Katie and Ben. I am so excited. Yessssssss....so drunk...a lot. Well we will be.

Katie and I are compiling a list of "to dos" for this summer. I think they need to be done because I have a feeling this summer is going to be one of the summers where it is as great as it seems. Like remember the summers when you were a kid? And they were amazing!!!!! Endless and full of just summer things. Thats what this summer I think is going to be like. Because I think Katie and I have been apart for so long its like anything we do will just be fun! We are pretty much done with image thing and now I just want to have fun. It's not where you go that matters, its how you take it. Because the 'cool kids' house could be boring, while going on adventure to even a swingset could be more fun. and that is what I plan to find out this summer. I just want to make the most of it.

Savannah: St Patricks day was insane. I loved it, my prime day of the year. Or should I say prime drunk 48 hours of the year. Had to go to SCAD court because of it hahah. My bad.

The first day back some girl fell of the 5th floor of the dorms. She fell 6 stories because the basement on that side is above ground. She was leaning on the railing and it broke....down she tumbled. Apparently she tried to grab a hold of something and her arm ripped. OUCH. Some said she died. But Scad is saying otherwise. She broke her legs, ribs and had internal bleeding.



She was trying to move out. Scad holds onto its shit.

well i need to nap before i start to drink.

every song reminds me of him. fuck

Heath Ledger died today.



He was such a great guy of the 90s.

I feel like its the beginning of senior year all over again.

i hate it i hate it i hate it

So I have three weeks left in my break and so far my break has been real disappointing. I don't know how to explain it...just that I was supposed to get everything straightened out in the beginning and then everything after was supposed to be good. Instead I feel real shitty and I want to leave now.

I went to the beach last night.
PBR
Naked people in teh water
crackheads
I find that I really don't like Blue Moon.
I got more drunk in my room afterwards on the family size bottle of wine.

I've become quite the wine-o. It's bad. My tolerance has become ridiculously high also. Paul and I came back to room and ate Thin Mints, then Anton and Jenn came in and we finished the bottle myspaced because I broke my roommates tv. I had to buy her a new lcd monitor so now I'm broke. I found $4 so I was able to buy ciggarrettes last night. There wasn't anything exciting about last night to me. Everyone else had a blast. I was like Ok.

Today I spent the day at Wallin Hall doing my drawing. It sucks. The enture perspective is off on the right side. I'm going to dinner at some vietnamese place and then I have to prepare for my presesntation of The Intro to Rome in survey 1. I haven't read yet.

Man it is so intense here.

I think I have the black lung.

I love Denny's.

I NEED HOODIES AND A NEW JACKET. Please send me things.



Just kidding. not really