my house makes creepy noises at night.
i have not yet formed an opinion on whether or not it is haunted. but i'll keep you updated.
love.
-Hyena.
i have not yet formed an opinion on whether or not it is haunted. but i'll keep you updated.
love.
-Hyena.
holy fuck, i'm so behind. 
this grad school thing just ain't working for me. although all the other grads i've talked to said their first semester was pretty similar- it just took a while to get settled in and working. which is all well and good, and it does make me feel a bit less incompetent hearing that it's normal to be slow out of the starting gate. however, i doubt seriously that i'll be able to use that excuse on my professor. oh well. the guilt of not living up to my potential should, in theory, push me to work harder. or to postpone shit and fuck about on the internet. either way...
i was going to post pictures of the new house, but i don't really feel like it right now. i promise i'll get on that later.
also: Rhys bought me a press!
i have the best boyfriend ever. all y'all's boyfriends are lame compared to the awesomeness that is this guy:
um... i need to go carve. i'll write more later.
ciao, y'all.
-Hyena.
this grad school thing just ain't working for me. although all the other grads i've talked to said their first semester was pretty similar- it just took a while to get settled in and working. which is all well and good, and it does make me feel a bit less incompetent hearing that it's normal to be slow out of the starting gate. however, i doubt seriously that i'll be able to use that excuse on my professor. oh well. the guilt of not living up to my potential should, in theory, push me to work harder. or to postpone shit and fuck about on the internet. either way...
i was going to post pictures of the new house, but i don't really feel like it right now. i promise i'll get on that later.
also: Rhys bought me a press!
i have the best boyfriend ever. all y'all's boyfriends are lame compared to the awesomeness that is this guy:
um... i need to go carve. i'll write more later.
ciao, y'all.
-Hyena.
okay. i had a real entry planned, but thanks to Hugodwarf and Trebo, you're getting this instead:
20 facts about Hyena:
1. i don't care how much coffee you drink in a day. i drink way more. probably like ten times as much.
2. i got thrown out of a bar (because the bar was closing, not because i was fucking shit up) for the first time last night. or at least the first time that i couldn't leave and go to another bar.
3. i meticulously pluck my eyebrows, but don't shave.
4. i have an eerie ability to predict fashion trends months before they become popular. so far, i have chosen to use this power for good.
5. i didn't think "The Nightmare Before Christmas" was that great. i really don't understand what all the fuss is about.
6. i only see two movies per year in the theatre. last year both of them were "Pirates of the Carribean". this year i have only seen "Sin City". i hate theatres.
7. for some reason, i went through a thing when i was 13 or 14 where i memorized a bunch of poems. i still remember them, but never bothered to memorize any more.
8. i can hex you. and i'll do it, too. i'm very good at that sort of thing.
9. i have not owned a car in six years.
10. i was the prom queen in high school. ask melvina. she was there.
11. i don't do any illegal drugs. let's just they exasperate my pre-existing "conditions".
12. i'm a serial realtionshipist. i have not been single for more than a month or two since i was 15. motherfuckers be lining up, yo.
13. i collect Virgin Mary stuff. icons, knick knacks, etc. someday melvina and i plan to combine my Mary collection with her Jesus collection. and then, i guess we'll stare at it all. and feel... holy. or. something.
14. my favorite bird, ever since i was four years old, is the vulture. they're neat.
15. i fucking hate rabbits.
16. every boyfriend i've ever had has tried to buy black roses for me. they think they're all clever, too, like no one's ever thought of it. i'd much rather have orchids, incidentally.
17. to my knowledge, there are no naked, semi-naked, or psuedo-naked pictures of me on the internet. considering that in real life i'll get naked for the flimsiest of reasons, i'm quite proud of that act of restraint.
18. i know all the words to every Leonard Cohen song ever. and will sing along to them. whether you like it or not. i'm unstoppable like that.
19. i'm really glad i'm almost done with this list.
20. i've been banned from a roller rink, a strip club, and the Tulane University library. i'd tell you how/why this happened, but honestly anything you could make up would probably be more interesting than the truth.
i'm supposed to list three people, and then those people have to post 20 facts about themselves.
but i'm not going to.
the buck stops here, folks.
thank you, and goodnight.
-Hyena.
20 facts about Hyena:
1. i don't care how much coffee you drink in a day. i drink way more. probably like ten times as much.
2. i got thrown out of a bar (because the bar was closing, not because i was fucking shit up) for the first time last night. or at least the first time that i couldn't leave and go to another bar.
3. i meticulously pluck my eyebrows, but don't shave.
4. i have an eerie ability to predict fashion trends months before they become popular. so far, i have chosen to use this power for good.
5. i didn't think "The Nightmare Before Christmas" was that great. i really don't understand what all the fuss is about.
6. i only see two movies per year in the theatre. last year both of them were "Pirates of the Carribean". this year i have only seen "Sin City". i hate theatres.
7. for some reason, i went through a thing when i was 13 or 14 where i memorized a bunch of poems. i still remember them, but never bothered to memorize any more.
8. i can hex you. and i'll do it, too. i'm very good at that sort of thing.
9. i have not owned a car in six years.
10. i was the prom queen in high school. ask melvina. she was there.
11. i don't do any illegal drugs. let's just they exasperate my pre-existing "conditions".
12. i'm a serial realtionshipist. i have not been single for more than a month or two since i was 15. motherfuckers be lining up, yo.
13. i collect Virgin Mary stuff. icons, knick knacks, etc. someday melvina and i plan to combine my Mary collection with her Jesus collection. and then, i guess we'll stare at it all. and feel... holy. or. something.
14. my favorite bird, ever since i was four years old, is the vulture. they're neat.
15. i fucking hate rabbits.
16. every boyfriend i've ever had has tried to buy black roses for me. they think they're all clever, too, like no one's ever thought of it. i'd much rather have orchids, incidentally.
17. to my knowledge, there are no naked, semi-naked, or psuedo-naked pictures of me on the internet. considering that in real life i'll get naked for the flimsiest of reasons, i'm quite proud of that act of restraint.
18. i know all the words to every Leonard Cohen song ever. and will sing along to them. whether you like it or not. i'm unstoppable like that.
19. i'm really glad i'm almost done with this list.
20. i've been banned from a roller rink, a strip club, and the Tulane University library. i'd tell you how/why this happened, but honestly anything you could make up would probably be more interesting than the truth.
i'm supposed to list three people, and then those people have to post 20 facts about themselves.
but i'm not going to.
the buck stops here, folks.
thank you, and goodnight.
-Hyena.
hey everybody. sorry i've been a lame-ass and haven't been updating.
we moved into the house this week. it's been stressful. really stressful.
there's a lot to write about, but i've fucked around all day and need to get to work.
more later. i promise.
love.
-Hyena.
p.s.:
oh. my. fucking. god...
look at my Melie's beautiful, beautiful arm!
i am jealous times five.
we moved into the house this week. it's been stressful. really stressful.
there's a lot to write about, but i've fucked around all day and need to get to work.
more later. i promise.
love.
-Hyena.
p.s.:
oh. my. fucking. god...
look at my Melie's beautiful, beautiful arm!
i am jealous times five. wheeeee. pictures...
a sunset at my friends' house:
i saw this sign in Washington, NC. since i'm from Somerset, KY, i found it ammusing. Mel would understand.
Rhys and i saw this car in Greenville, NC, and thought it was the funniest, most awesome shit we'd ever seen. he pretty much endangered our lives and everyone else on the road's life trying to catch up and get behind it so i could get a picture.
my friend Will came back from New Orleans and made a side trip to come bring me some of my junk. i could (and might) write an entire journal entry on how fucking happy i am to have my leather jacket back.
(also: i had no idea my ass looked like that. i never look back there. regardless- go me!)
that's it.
love.
-Hyena.
a sunset at my friends' house:
i saw this sign in Washington, NC. since i'm from Somerset, KY, i found it ammusing. Mel would understand.
Rhys and i saw this car in Greenville, NC, and thought it was the funniest, most awesome shit we'd ever seen. he pretty much endangered our lives and everyone else on the road's life trying to catch up and get behind it so i could get a picture.
my friend Will came back from New Orleans and made a side trip to come bring me some of my junk. i could (and might) write an entire journal entry on how fucking happy i am to have my leather jacket back.
(also: i had no idea my ass looked like that. i never look back there. regardless- go me!)
that's it.
love.
-Hyena.
haha. i love the edit feature.
i've had a bad day. and i'm manic, and can't sleep. and it's a long day tomorrow.
that's it.
-Hyena.
i've had a bad day. and i'm manic, and can't sleep. and it's a long day tomorrow.
that's it.
-Hyena.
round about time for another update, i figure.
Chuck D was great. fucking hilarious. the theme was "rap, race, reality and technology". he went off on a lot of tangents, so it's hard for me to give a run down of what he talked about. but in a nutshell: the "dumbassification" (that's Chuck's phrase) of America and it's culture, with special attention to the sorry state of hip-hop; how rap music today looks the same, but "the brain's been cut out"; how sex and violence are sold to young people like fucking candy without anyone giving a thought to it, but when artists speak up about politics it's controversial. i could probably list a bunch more stuff, but you get the point. i drug Rhys along, and he was glad he went, too. unfortunately i had to leave early, during the Q and A session at the end. the air conditioner in the auditorium was so cold it gave us both migrane headaches, and my eyes felt like they were going to fall out of their sockets. once again confirming my suspicion that central air conditioning was invented as a torture device, and is alltogether evil.
i've been hanging around with the other printmakers at ECU a bit more. they're a cool bunch of folk. i found out one of them is a member here, although he doesn't have a profile. fuckin' A, man. i'm finally getting to know everyone a little bit better, so i'm not just the random "new grad" sitting in the back with headphones on. which is good. i'm not the quiet type. at all. heh. i've been getting more work done, too. i think i've finally gotten into a good groove as far as printing is concerned. i helped out with a demo last night, and got the first drop on an edition of twenty prints down in like, an hour. so today, more carving, more printing, and onward. i still don't know if i want to make the commitment to go to grad school here, but i am feeling better about where i am and what i'm doing, at least.
we're closing on the house Monday. so after that, no more commute from fucking Washington to Greenville. not that the commute itself is that terrible. it's only thirty minutes or so. but Rhys and i are on totally different schedules as far as work goes. and i can only go to studio when Rhys is ready to go, seeing as i don't have a car. so sometimes i waste four hours each morning just waiting for him to wake up. and Rhys has to leave earlier than he'd like to take me home. at least when i live in Greenville i'll be able to take the bus or bike to school whenever i want, and leave whenever i want, and Rhys can do the same. so. one more weekend, and then we'll be in the house. i'm happy about that.
i don't think we'll be going back to New Orleans for our things until November. it's just going to be a big fucking hassle to go before then- we've got an iron pour, and both of us have out-of-town conferences with school right after that. so there's a lot of work we'll have to put into all of those things before we go, not to mention getting some painting done on the house, and some other small repairs. so it's Novemeber. probably the second week or so. no idea whether or not we'll have to start paying rent on our New Orleans apartment again between now and when we return. i hope not. it's going to cost over two grand just to go down there and back with the moving truck.
well. that's about all i can think of right now.
i've been too busy to think. and that's good. although i did have a dream that Rhys, our dogs, myself and some other random people i know or have known got put on a train and were going to a concentration camp. i don't know what the fuck that's about. but it was scary.
anyway. more later.
love, all...
-Hyena.
p.s.: it has been raining for days here. i wish it would stop.
Chuck D was great. fucking hilarious. the theme was "rap, race, reality and technology". he went off on a lot of tangents, so it's hard for me to give a run down of what he talked about. but in a nutshell: the "dumbassification" (that's Chuck's phrase) of America and it's culture, with special attention to the sorry state of hip-hop; how rap music today looks the same, but "the brain's been cut out"; how sex and violence are sold to young people like fucking candy without anyone giving a thought to it, but when artists speak up about politics it's controversial. i could probably list a bunch more stuff, but you get the point. i drug Rhys along, and he was glad he went, too. unfortunately i had to leave early, during the Q and A session at the end. the air conditioner in the auditorium was so cold it gave us both migrane headaches, and my eyes felt like they were going to fall out of their sockets. once again confirming my suspicion that central air conditioning was invented as a torture device, and is alltogether evil.
i've been hanging around with the other printmakers at ECU a bit more. they're a cool bunch of folk. i found out one of them is a member here, although he doesn't have a profile. fuckin' A, man. i'm finally getting to know everyone a little bit better, so i'm not just the random "new grad" sitting in the back with headphones on. which is good. i'm not the quiet type. at all. heh. i've been getting more work done, too. i think i've finally gotten into a good groove as far as printing is concerned. i helped out with a demo last night, and got the first drop on an edition of twenty prints down in like, an hour. so today, more carving, more printing, and onward. i still don't know if i want to make the commitment to go to grad school here, but i am feeling better about where i am and what i'm doing, at least.
we're closing on the house Monday. so after that, no more commute from fucking Washington to Greenville. not that the commute itself is that terrible. it's only thirty minutes or so. but Rhys and i are on totally different schedules as far as work goes. and i can only go to studio when Rhys is ready to go, seeing as i don't have a car. so sometimes i waste four hours each morning just waiting for him to wake up. and Rhys has to leave earlier than he'd like to take me home. at least when i live in Greenville i'll be able to take the bus or bike to school whenever i want, and leave whenever i want, and Rhys can do the same. so. one more weekend, and then we'll be in the house. i'm happy about that.
i don't think we'll be going back to New Orleans for our things until November. it's just going to be a big fucking hassle to go before then- we've got an iron pour, and both of us have out-of-town conferences with school right after that. so there's a lot of work we'll have to put into all of those things before we go, not to mention getting some painting done on the house, and some other small repairs. so it's Novemeber. probably the second week or so. no idea whether or not we'll have to start paying rent on our New Orleans apartment again between now and when we return. i hope not. it's going to cost over two grand just to go down there and back with the moving truck.
well. that's about all i can think of right now.
i've been too busy to think. and that's good. although i did have a dream that Rhys, our dogs, myself and some other random people i know or have known got put on a train and were going to a concentration camp. i don't know what the fuck that's about. but it was scary.
anyway. more later.
love, all...
-Hyena.
p.s.: it has been raining for days here. i wish it would stop.
okay. quick update then i need to run.
-i'm going to see Chuck D tonight.
-i've got my first edition of prints finished... kind of.
-we're closing on the house Friday, i think.
-i'm still annoyed about pants, and such.
-the fabulous pink leather jacket that you see me wearing in my profile picture has officially been saved from the wreckage that is my home, and will be brought to me a.s.a.p. by my wonderful friend Will, who also has my boots, my leopard print hoodie, and my underwear drawer.
more later. much love.
-Hyena.
-i'm going to see Chuck D tonight.
-i've got my first edition of prints finished... kind of.
-we're closing on the house Friday, i think.
-i'm still annoyed about pants, and such.
-the fabulous pink leather jacket that you see me wearing in my profile picture has officially been saved from the wreckage that is my home, and will be brought to me a.s.a.p. by my wonderful friend Will, who also has my boots, my leopard print hoodie, and my underwear drawer.
more later. much love.
-Hyena.
i fucking hate Target. and Mossimo.
it's like Target's all, "Ooooooh! Look at these stylish, low-priced knock-offs! this jacket sure does look like something you'd find in Urban Outfitters or another over-priced, trendy shop, but it's only ten dollars, not fifty!" and i'm all, "Oh, cool! Thanks, Target! I wouldn't dream of paying fifty dollars for that jacket, but it it's only ten, then why not?"
i'll tell you why not.
because it's ill-fitting and poorly-made. that's why.
and Mossimo's all like, "Hey, look at us! Chic and Cheap is our slogan! we send the low-end of our line to Target, so you can buy "designer" clothes at the same place you buy your toilet paper and decorative throw pillows!" and i'm like, "Oh, cool." and then i try on twenty million pairs of pants, but the size 9's fall off of me and the size 7's cut off my circulation. and i'm all like, "WTF?" and Mossimo's all, "Ha ha! What did you expect? you're shopping at Target, sucker! All clothing at Target is ill-fitting and poorly-made! Even if those hip looking jeans did fit, they'd fall apart in like, a day! We are the devil! Ha ha!"
fuckin' A, man. i just wanted a fucking sweater jacket and a pair of pants.
love.
-Hyena.
it's like Target's all, "Ooooooh! Look at these stylish, low-priced knock-offs! this jacket sure does look like something you'd find in Urban Outfitters or another over-priced, trendy shop, but it's only ten dollars, not fifty!" and i'm all, "Oh, cool! Thanks, Target! I wouldn't dream of paying fifty dollars for that jacket, but it it's only ten, then why not?"
i'll tell you why not.
because it's ill-fitting and poorly-made. that's why.
and Mossimo's all like, "Hey, look at us! Chic and Cheap is our slogan! we send the low-end of our line to Target, so you can buy "designer" clothes at the same place you buy your toilet paper and decorative throw pillows!" and i'm like, "Oh, cool." and then i try on twenty million pairs of pants, but the size 9's fall off of me and the size 7's cut off my circulation. and i'm all like, "WTF?" and Mossimo's all, "Ha ha! What did you expect? you're shopping at Target, sucker! All clothing at Target is ill-fitting and poorly-made! Even if those hip looking jeans did fit, they'd fall apart in like, a day! We are the devil! Ha ha!"
fuckin' A, man. i just wanted a fucking sweater jacket and a pair of pants.
love.
-Hyena.
i won this coat on EBay:
i realised (with dismay) that it might start getting colder before i can get back to New Orleans. i also realised i should not count on any of my things in New Orleans being in any kind of wearable condition. i mean, they might be. but i shouldn't count on it. i think i'd be setting myself up for major disappointment.
i miss my clothes. a lot. especially my leather jacket, the one in my profile picture. and my boots. and my leopard print hoodie. and my collection of t-shirts. and the list goes on and on. *sigh* whatever. nothing i can do about it now. except go on a manic EBay shopping spree. heh. no. can't afford it. but i still might.
um. in other news. we're getting closer to closing on the house. so keep your fingers crossed. unfortunately all this house bullshit is taking a lot of time away from being in school. and it will, no doubt, continue to take even more time away from being in school as we begin to work on fixing it up. i'm dreading the crunch. all i can think is, damn, i need to sleep a lot less to fit all this shit in to my day.
and i mentioned it last entry, but i'll leave the link up: i'm going to get to print with Bill Fick in November. go check out his work. it's grotesque and wierd and fucking beautiful.
that's it for today.
love.
-Hyena.
i realised (with dismay) that it might start getting colder before i can get back to New Orleans. i also realised i should not count on any of my things in New Orleans being in any kind of wearable condition. i mean, they might be. but i shouldn't count on it. i think i'd be setting myself up for major disappointment.
i miss my clothes. a lot. especially my leather jacket, the one in my profile picture. and my boots. and my leopard print hoodie. and my collection of t-shirts. and the list goes on and on. *sigh* whatever. nothing i can do about it now. except go on a manic EBay shopping spree. heh. no. can't afford it. but i still might.
um. in other news. we're getting closer to closing on the house. so keep your fingers crossed. unfortunately all this house bullshit is taking a lot of time away from being in school. and it will, no doubt, continue to take even more time away from being in school as we begin to work on fixing it up. i'm dreading the crunch. all i can think is, damn, i need to sleep a lot less to fit all this shit in to my day.
and i mentioned it last entry, but i'll leave the link up: i'm going to get to print with Bill Fick in November. go check out his work. it's grotesque and wierd and fucking beautiful.
that's it for today.
love.
-Hyena.
