BUSYBUSYHATELIFE
18 hours is somehow both really intense and yet at the same time somewhat more manageable than I thought. Thank God that I've got at least some bullshit easy classes. Nevertheless, I definitely bit off more than I could chew. I'm behind in pretty much every class, not a lot, but enough. Being pressured into doing applying for an internship at the Smithsonian this summer so I can apply to another one at Sotheby's the next year so that I can then in turn apply for JET program and then apply for the Fulbright scholarship. I want to get the Fulbright, but all of this preparation is driving me crazy. I have about a month to pour over a tome of programs and scholarships until the deadlines for most of them are up. On top of all of this I've still got a lot of painting to do before my April deadline. I havn't painted since mid-December and Its really getting to me. I've been trying to make music with my friends as well, which is actually less stressful than all the other things I'm working on, but still quite time consuming. Socially I've been attempting to stay on the map. This has been to the detriment of my schoolwork, but I couldn't push through all of this bullshit without seeing friends and cute girls from time to time. So far I have had to drop 2 things that I wanted to do this semester because of everything I've got on my plate. I really wanted to go to Japan this summer and try to start up a Dr. Sketchy's in Birmingham. Both of which have had to go on the back burner since I have such an utter lack of time and money with which to do either of those things.
DRUGSDRUGSDRUGS
I've been smoking a lot. A lot, a lot. Excessive quantities of both weed and tobacco. I've also been drinking more than usual. I get really tired of being addicted to things. The way it feels to crave something soooo bad you'll turn your back on your decision to quit like it was nothing. Absolutely worthless. I just really don't have any better coping mechanisms.
GIRLSGIRLSGIRLSSEX
I've been prowling around again. I'm feeling both more cautious and more determined to meet girls since my last catastrophic incident involving a member of the opposite sex. As is almost always the case I'm attracted to multiple girls at the same time and am hung up on who I should pursue.
Girl 1: Really pretty, really cool, same drug usage, similar taste in entertainment and fashion, is an art major, capable of intelligent conversation. However, she hangs out with a lot of guys, has almost no female friends, can be difficult to read and thus I can't really tell how much she likes me.
Girl 2: Absolutely gorgeous, wicked sense of humor, similar drug usage, similar taste in entertainment, is an art history major, seems smart, seems to be interested in me. However, she fairly recently broke off an engagement, has a lortab addiction and could one of the apparently notorious Birmingham sisters.
So yeah... my life has been ceaselessly insane since school started back. I kind of feel like I'm out of control. Something about this level of insanity is nice though. I feel as though I'm kind of in my element. Constant insanity. Hopefully I won't end up smoking myself into a coma and failing all of my classes as a result.
Shit, 'slong as I get laid, right?
18 hours is somehow both really intense and yet at the same time somewhat more manageable than I thought. Thank God that I've got at least some bullshit easy classes. Nevertheless, I definitely bit off more than I could chew. I'm behind in pretty much every class, not a lot, but enough. Being pressured into doing applying for an internship at the Smithsonian this summer so I can apply to another one at Sotheby's the next year so that I can then in turn apply for JET program and then apply for the Fulbright scholarship. I want to get the Fulbright, but all of this preparation is driving me crazy. I have about a month to pour over a tome of programs and scholarships until the deadlines for most of them are up. On top of all of this I've still got a lot of painting to do before my April deadline. I havn't painted since mid-December and Its really getting to me. I've been trying to make music with my friends as well, which is actually less stressful than all the other things I'm working on, but still quite time consuming. Socially I've been attempting to stay on the map. This has been to the detriment of my schoolwork, but I couldn't push through all of this bullshit without seeing friends and cute girls from time to time. So far I have had to drop 2 things that I wanted to do this semester because of everything I've got on my plate. I really wanted to go to Japan this summer and try to start up a Dr. Sketchy's in Birmingham. Both of which have had to go on the back burner since I have such an utter lack of time and money with which to do either of those things.
DRUGSDRUGSDRUGS
I've been smoking a lot. A lot, a lot. Excessive quantities of both weed and tobacco. I've also been drinking more than usual. I get really tired of being addicted to things. The way it feels to crave something soooo bad you'll turn your back on your decision to quit like it was nothing. Absolutely worthless. I just really don't have any better coping mechanisms.
GIRLSGIRLSGIRLSSEX
I've been prowling around again. I'm feeling both more cautious and more determined to meet girls since my last catastrophic incident involving a member of the opposite sex. As is almost always the case I'm attracted to multiple girls at the same time and am hung up on who I should pursue.
Girl 1: Really pretty, really cool, same drug usage, similar taste in entertainment and fashion, is an art major, capable of intelligent conversation. However, she hangs out with a lot of guys, has almost no female friends, can be difficult to read and thus I can't really tell how much she likes me.
Girl 2: Absolutely gorgeous, wicked sense of humor, similar drug usage, similar taste in entertainment, is an art history major, seems smart, seems to be interested in me. However, she fairly recently broke off an engagement, has a lortab addiction and could one of the apparently notorious Birmingham sisters.
So yeah... my life has been ceaselessly insane since school started back. I kind of feel like I'm out of control. Something about this level of insanity is nice though. I feel as though I'm kind of in my element. Constant insanity. Hopefully I won't end up smoking myself into a coma and failing all of my classes as a result.
Shit, 'slong as I get laid, right?
Art show is postponed to March due to the venue being run by dumb bitches who wanted me to shuttle guests in, rather than allow them to drive and park where they wished, thus possibly giving residents slightly less space to park in.
I am not renting a van for this shit, that's fucking ridiculous.
Anyway, it'll be much better in March anyway. I'll have a bigger area on UAB's campus, plenty of parking, and the Study Abroad office will be footing the bill for advertising and for catering.
I am not renting a van for this shit, that's fucking ridiculous.
Anyway, it'll be much better in March anyway. I'll have a bigger area on UAB's campus, plenty of parking, and the Study Abroad office will be footing the bill for advertising and for catering.
OH SHIT.
Its nearly the end of the semester and shit is starting to pile up. I'm a little stressed and a little drunk, but I can cope.
Thought that I was gonna be a baby-daddy for a minute there, thank god for Aunt Flo. However, I am pissed that it took her 5 days to tell me that her crimson relation had not come to visit. Seriously, I don't need that kind of stress.
My art show is coming soon. I only have 5 paintings thus far. I'm probably gonna do some calligraphy and make some elaborate frames to help and fill it in a bit. If I get the time I'll do another painting, plus I think I can incorporate an old painting. So I should have 6-7 paintings for the show. Its at the Samuel Ullman House and if you would like to come let me know and I will give you the address. I'm a bit nervous, but I've gotten positive feedback from those who have seen my work, so I'm hoping it won't be a disappointment. I'm likely my biggest critic... to a fault at times.
Anyway, I'm a bit tipsy and headed to bed. Tomorrow is gonna be a long school day. And I may be singing with a band tomorrow, so I needs my rest. Wish me luck!!
<3 XOXO (and any other number of love-representative alphanumeric combinations)
ps. the girl that I love called me her favorite cowboy, which makes me all giddy and tingly on the inside.
Its nearly the end of the semester and shit is starting to pile up. I'm a little stressed and a little drunk, but I can cope.
Thought that I was gonna be a baby-daddy for a minute there, thank god for Aunt Flo. However, I am pissed that it took her 5 days to tell me that her crimson relation had not come to visit. Seriously, I don't need that kind of stress.
My art show is coming soon. I only have 5 paintings thus far. I'm probably gonna do some calligraphy and make some elaborate frames to help and fill it in a bit. If I get the time I'll do another painting, plus I think I can incorporate an old painting. So I should have 6-7 paintings for the show. Its at the Samuel Ullman House and if you would like to come let me know and I will give you the address. I'm a bit nervous, but I've gotten positive feedback from those who have seen my work, so I'm hoping it won't be a disappointment. I'm likely my biggest critic... to a fault at times.
Anyway, I'm a bit tipsy and headed to bed. Tomorrow is gonna be a long school day. And I may be singing with a band tomorrow, so I needs my rest. Wish me luck!!
<3 XOXO (and any other number of love-representative alphanumeric combinations)
ps. the girl that I love called me her favorite cowboy, which makes me all giddy and tingly on the inside.
Blarg....
School is killing me. Not really, but I'm starting to feel the mid-semester squeeze. As all of the things from the beginning of the year that I've put off start to culminate into a mental rape. 3d design class is heating up, the articles for my art history class have tripled in length, thank god Japanese is still a breeze. In addition to this I've still got a lot of paintings to do for my art show, which is coming up mid-December. This is where I am most worried. It just gets so difficult to force myself to sit in my depressing basement and paint happy pictures. As an ironic twist of fate my previously non-existent social life is starting to rear its head as people I've been neglecting to hang out with want to do stuff. Not to mention one of my good friends is trying to get me to be in a band with him. I don't have a whole lot of confidence in my musical ability, but it should be fun nonetheless.
XOXO
School is killing me. Not really, but I'm starting to feel the mid-semester squeeze. As all of the things from the beginning of the year that I've put off start to culminate into a mental rape. 3d design class is heating up, the articles for my art history class have tripled in length, thank god Japanese is still a breeze. In addition to this I've still got a lot of paintings to do for my art show, which is coming up mid-December. This is where I am most worried. It just gets so difficult to force myself to sit in my depressing basement and paint happy pictures. As an ironic twist of fate my previously non-existent social life is starting to rear its head as people I've been neglecting to hang out with want to do stuff. Not to mention one of my good friends is trying to get me to be in a band with him. I don't have a whole lot of confidence in my musical ability, but it should be fun nonetheless.
XOXO
Its been a while. I've been back from Canada for quite a little bit now, but I've been pretty busy and slightly depressed since then. So its not exactly been conducive to blogging.
Anywaaaayz... Canada was quite amazing. Very high concentrations of Korean and Chinese immigrants in Toronto. Its always interesting being thrust into an environment where you become the minority. Kinda puts being white into perspective. All racial percentages aside, I got to eat lots of awesome Chinese and Korean food. Also I got to drink a bottle of Korean liquor called Soju. Which is meant for multiple people to share, but I was the only one who drank.... so lucky me, I guess. Needless to say, I passed out immediately after laying down in my bed.
My friends that I went to visit were quirky and weird, just as I left them. It was great seeing them both. Annie is a nerdy Taiwanese-Canadian transplant who speaks Mandarin, Cantonese, English and Japanese fluently and enjoys singing horribly depressing Japanese Enka songs about women in snow or some shit. Satoko is my adorably cute Japanese best-friend who sings beautifully, takes painfully long amounts of time to get ready, can't have a sip of alcohol without getting shitfacewasted and lovingly refers to me as her: olderbrothersisterfatherbestfriendpetcatsoulmatelove(not all at once mind you). Did I mention that she's terrified of insects and birds, in the most obnoxiously cute way imaginable.
We went to see Niagara falls, which was kinda cool. Did the whole Maid'a'tha Mist thang, pretty spectacular actually. Spent waaaay too long in the gift shop thanks to Annie. Got to eat buffalo meat for the first time. Pretty fuckin tasty. I'll have it over beef any day. Drank a 32 oz Canadian draft beer with it, not as awesome as the burger, but there's something about drinking beer out of a 32 oz mug that just makes your cock seem larger.
Also, to my fucking surprise AND joy, thanks to the large Asian population they had Japanese-style karaoke. Which I've been jonesin' for. I sang once with Annie and Satoko and then sang again with just Satako. Which was hands down the most romantic thing I've ever done. Seriously, you have to try singing Sinatra in a tiny room with your arm around a cute girl. Its better than crack.
Much to my dismay after 4 days I had to get back on that fucking Greyhound for another 30 hours of crazy child-custody battle stories told by rough looking hicks, crackheads trying to sell me drugs in the station and every underprivileged individual bumming my cigarettes or my cellphone every time I pulled one out.(seriously, never pull out a cellphone in a bus station, unless you want everyone asking to use it)
Satoko and Annie took the train with me to the station. I had to tell ridiculous rambling stories about badger parades and seagull marriages for 40 minutes straight, in order to keep Satoko from crying the whole way. I guess my random rambling comes in handy from time to time. It was an emotional goodbye. Easier than telling them goodbye in Tokyo, but still...
I got back home at 2 in the morning. Spent most of the ride reading Satoko's letter, daydreaming about life in Tokyo and sleeping. Took a much needed shower and then checked my email. One of the letters was from the Monbusho Scholarship. It started off telling me how great it was having me interview and apply and all of that... I didn't have to read the rest to know that I did not get the scholarship. But I read it anyway. As I predicted, no scholarship for me... I failed the math exam. Which is a dirty ironic bitch, because I swore off math after graduating from ASFA's Math and Science department.
Sooo... thats all I got. Amazing ascent into joyous wonderment, followed by an immediate fall into shit. Thems tha breaks I suppose. Now I'm just looking for my next ticket to Japan. Or at least outta this dump.
By the way... I heard a gunshot near my house at 10 in the morning the other day. Hoooraaaaay!!!
Anywaaaayz... Canada was quite amazing. Very high concentrations of Korean and Chinese immigrants in Toronto. Its always interesting being thrust into an environment where you become the minority. Kinda puts being white into perspective. All racial percentages aside, I got to eat lots of awesome Chinese and Korean food. Also I got to drink a bottle of Korean liquor called Soju. Which is meant for multiple people to share, but I was the only one who drank.... so lucky me, I guess. Needless to say, I passed out immediately after laying down in my bed.
My friends that I went to visit were quirky and weird, just as I left them. It was great seeing them both. Annie is a nerdy Taiwanese-Canadian transplant who speaks Mandarin, Cantonese, English and Japanese fluently and enjoys singing horribly depressing Japanese Enka songs about women in snow or some shit. Satoko is my adorably cute Japanese best-friend who sings beautifully, takes painfully long amounts of time to get ready, can't have a sip of alcohol without getting shitfacewasted and lovingly refers to me as her: olderbrothersisterfatherbestfriendpetcatsoulmatelove(not all at once mind you). Did I mention that she's terrified of insects and birds, in the most obnoxiously cute way imaginable.
We went to see Niagara falls, which was kinda cool. Did the whole Maid'a'tha Mist thang, pretty spectacular actually. Spent waaaay too long in the gift shop thanks to Annie. Got to eat buffalo meat for the first time. Pretty fuckin tasty. I'll have it over beef any day. Drank a 32 oz Canadian draft beer with it, not as awesome as the burger, but there's something about drinking beer out of a 32 oz mug that just makes your cock seem larger.
Also, to my fucking surprise AND joy, thanks to the large Asian population they had Japanese-style karaoke. Which I've been jonesin' for. I sang once with Annie and Satoko and then sang again with just Satako. Which was hands down the most romantic thing I've ever done. Seriously, you have to try singing Sinatra in a tiny room with your arm around a cute girl. Its better than crack.
Much to my dismay after 4 days I had to get back on that fucking Greyhound for another 30 hours of crazy child-custody battle stories told by rough looking hicks, crackheads trying to sell me drugs in the station and every underprivileged individual bumming my cigarettes or my cellphone every time I pulled one out.(seriously, never pull out a cellphone in a bus station, unless you want everyone asking to use it)
Satoko and Annie took the train with me to the station. I had to tell ridiculous rambling stories about badger parades and seagull marriages for 40 minutes straight, in order to keep Satoko from crying the whole way. I guess my random rambling comes in handy from time to time. It was an emotional goodbye. Easier than telling them goodbye in Tokyo, but still...
I got back home at 2 in the morning. Spent most of the ride reading Satoko's letter, daydreaming about life in Tokyo and sleeping. Took a much needed shower and then checked my email. One of the letters was from the Monbusho Scholarship. It started off telling me how great it was having me interview and apply and all of that... I didn't have to read the rest to know that I did not get the scholarship. But I read it anyway. As I predicted, no scholarship for me... I failed the math exam. Which is a dirty ironic bitch, because I swore off math after graduating from ASFA's Math and Science department.
Sooo... thats all I got. Amazing ascent into joyous wonderment, followed by an immediate fall into shit. Thems tha breaks I suppose. Now I'm just looking for my next ticket to Japan. Or at least outta this dump.
By the way... I heard a gunshot near my house at 10 in the morning the other day. Hoooraaaaay!!!
Oooooklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plains.
Family bonding time is about up for me. Its been a while since all 5 of my assorted siblings have been in the same place. Other than my family here, Oklahoma is a barren wasteland, which no one should ever visit. There was a reason we forced all of the Native Americans to live here. I have no idea why we decided to steal it back.
Anywaaayz... I'm taking the Greyhound tomorrow night. 22 hours later I'll be in Canada visiting some awesome people I met while I was in Tokyo. Then its 22 more hours back to Bham and school on the next day.
Its gonna be a very interesting next week.
Family bonding time is about up for me. Its been a while since all 5 of my assorted siblings have been in the same place. Other than my family here, Oklahoma is a barren wasteland, which no one should ever visit. There was a reason we forced all of the Native Americans to live here. I have no idea why we decided to steal it back.
Anywaaayz... I'm taking the Greyhound tomorrow night. 22 hours later I'll be in Canada visiting some awesome people I met while I was in Tokyo. Then its 22 more hours back to Bham and school on the next day.
Its gonna be a very interesting next week.
AAAAAAAGH....
my throat is still all scratchy from last nights hookah session with Mister Linguist. Other than that I'm pretty fuckin good. Finished the first run of my prints in printmaking class today. They look pretty good and I'm happy with the way they've turned out so far. Other than that I've just been gettin ready for my interview in August.
my throat is still all scratchy from last nights hookah session with Mister Linguist. Other than that I'm pretty fuckin good. Finished the first run of my prints in printmaking class today. They look pretty good and I'm happy with the way they've turned out so far. Other than that I've just been gettin ready for my interview in August.
I spoke... or blogged too soon.
I just got an email from the Monbusho people in Atlanta. I'm going in August to interview and test!!! WOOOO!!
I'm super happy!!!
I just got an email from the Monbusho people in Atlanta. I'm going in August to interview and test!!! WOOOO!!
I'm super happy!!!
First SG blog ever... havn't done this shit since the days of LiveJournal in 9th grade. Because of that lameness I've been precocious about writing a blog. But what the hell, as long as I'm not getting into a bunch of petty flame wars with lesbians trying to steal my girlfriend, then I oughta be alright.
Anyway... the Monbukagakusho Scholarship that I applied for was supposed to announce who was moving on to the next level of screening yesterday. I'm not sure if they were supposed to call, email or mail the announcement. I'm guess snail mail, but I'm not sure and it makes me nervous not knowing. I put a lot of effort and worry into that scholarship app. Not to mention that its a dream. It pays all tuition at a Japanese University, room and board, and about 1000 dollars per month.
If I don't get a letter or hear from them in the next few days I'm gonna call them and find out.
fingers crossed
Anyway... the Monbukagakusho Scholarship that I applied for was supposed to announce who was moving on to the next level of screening yesterday. I'm not sure if they were supposed to call, email or mail the announcement. I'm guess snail mail, but I'm not sure and it makes me nervous not knowing. I put a lot of effort and worry into that scholarship app. Not to mention that its a dream. It pays all tuition at a Japanese University, room and board, and about 1000 dollars per month.
If I don't get a letter or hear from them in the next few days I'm gonna call them and find out.
fingers crossed
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