I've pretty much beeen occupied the past.. while. I've been occupied in graphic design creating my silkscreens and giving presentation to the region's sophmores so stopping to post a blog wasn't much of an option. However it was kind of fun, getting to talk to some kids who show interest in something I once showed the same interest in. Though I did have some kids come in who were just kind of dopey, when I say that I don't mean they were drug induced just that they were more or less unresponsive. They just sat there, uninterested, but still staring blankly at my coffee jived self as I talked at them and attempted to show them some of the things we do in the computer lab. I also had a partner, who had the uncanny talent of hitting my boob everytime she went to show the kids something, so they had a laugh at that. I also discovered that if I have a coffee cup IN my hand, I can talk clearly, I don't fidget, forget what I was saying? sip of coffee. Now what was I supposed to say next..? sip of coffee. If I don't have my coffee in my hand, I loose whatever collectiveness I ever had and the emultion that keeps my thoughts together sizzles away.
welp, i'm out of time for now.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Bambling Bullshit
Something that happens to me often, is I'll sit to write something with thoughts exploding in my mind, then blank. Something important to me to keep a steady flow of words is to have my setting. I need my music, and no disturbances. If I don't have that, everything escapes me when I look at this vacant white square impatiently waiting for me to fill it with some sort of topic. Right now, I have some ghost hunting program blaring in the background, peanut's praising her dog, (that's what the kids call it now days) and kyle is giving the occasional kick to the back of my chair. Thing is, I personally don't have internet. So when I post something I'm here at peanuts, or at my rumsey graphic design class. So I never have my setting entirely, so I never post things. Peanut picks on me because I was the first in our little friend grouping to create an account, and now that everyone else has one, I'm the one who posts the least. They usually post blogs daily, but something I like to do is read other peoples blogs. Which I do more than they do.
I know what I do everyday, I don't feel a need to post about daily activities that occur everyday. If someone were to ask, sure I'd tell them what's up. I just like to upbring more universal topics and hear different opinions, also something is stories. I absolutely love stories, people's adventures and all these sorts. Unfortunately, in certain crowds, I'm a shitty story teller. In everyday conversation, I have to use my hands a great deal. My english teacher has once questioned if I was italian because I was trying to explain how in the movie Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny the band had come up with their name by a birth mark on each of their asscheeks, which when they pressed their asses together, spelled out Tenacious D. I don't really keep up with it, it's mostly subconscious but something he pointed out was I create a divide between my hands and then pulled them close together to show the coming together of their asses.
This is mostly why english is amoungst my favorite class after graphic design, just the conversations we have and how he's read so many books that he can make really far about references that I wouldn't of realized. Apparently, Tenacious D is basketball terminology for a solid defense postion. Who knew?
Also, my halloween:
My idea with the food coloring was amazing. It went perfectly and some squeemish girls were very startled. I apparently even ruined some girls day because after I mixed the food coloring in my mouth I had to spit out the bulk of it because of it's bad taste. So I guess she was one of the people who witnessed me spitting out a blob of black slimy fluid after getting off the bus. Then I proceeded to let it run down my chin for a nice effect. I admit it was a bit gross, but it was completely intentional and when someone approached me and said how disgusting I looked I couldn't help but flash a smile.
Dracula was also a blast. Benny, Peanut and I all dressed up and were the only ones at the performance to do so, besides the cast. I also got to see my Buttons perform, as well as the other friends in the cast since I knew all of them aside from two or three. So it was all good fun, and we hung out a bit after to congratulate everyone on their performances.
The night after Dracula we went to see the midnight Rocky Horror Picture Show shadowcast performance, which we all dressed up for as well. This time though, almost eveyone else who arrived did too. Oh, and we froze our asses off. I have a pretty shitty perception of time but this is what the time amounts felt like to me. After arrival we waited outside for an hour, then they finally let us inside around 12:15, then we proceeded to sit in the theatre and freeze over for another hour while they were waiting for everyone to get in and seated. By this time, my spirits were shot and I was respectively pissed off. Then around 1:20 the show finally kicked off, and I was up and rolling again. First off, they asked all the "virgins" to the show over 18 to come up to the stage. And after selecting 4 women and 4 men they group them into couples and instruct the couples to hug each other. They then announce they're going to have a fake orgasm contest.
first couple: pitiful
second couple: little better
third couple: man started grunting then the woman fake punched him, knocked him to the ground, stradled him and started whooping.
fourth couple: was very awkward.. the maybe 19 year old man was decked in, bikini underwear, corset, feather boa. The maybe over thirty year old woman was in casual dress. I still died of laughter when she made a sound similar to a creaky door and then grabbed his ass.
They voted by who the audience's noise level, so I raised hell for the third couple. Whom also won :P
The rest of the show was really fun, throwing rice, toast, cards, and toilet paper. Though since it was the first time we'd ever went I wasn't sure what you were supposed to say. Something we did catch was that when they say 'Janet,' you say 'slut'. When they say 'Brad,' you say 'asshole'. Then the last part that was really funny was Rocky decided to let his package hangout of his tight bikini undies. It was so gross, but what really sold it was Benny booing in horror. It was her "first real life ballsack". It was tremendously fun, and an epic event that I will surely attend next year.
I know what I do everyday, I don't feel a need to post about daily activities that occur everyday. If someone were to ask, sure I'd tell them what's up. I just like to upbring more universal topics and hear different opinions, also something is stories. I absolutely love stories, people's adventures and all these sorts. Unfortunately, in certain crowds, I'm a shitty story teller. In everyday conversation, I have to use my hands a great deal. My english teacher has once questioned if I was italian because I was trying to explain how in the movie Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny the band had come up with their name by a birth mark on each of their asscheeks, which when they pressed their asses together, spelled out Tenacious D. I don't really keep up with it, it's mostly subconscious but something he pointed out was I create a divide between my hands and then pulled them close together to show the coming together of their asses.
This is mostly why english is amoungst my favorite class after graphic design, just the conversations we have and how he's read so many books that he can make really far about references that I wouldn't of realized. Apparently, Tenacious D is basketball terminology for a solid defense postion. Who knew?
Also, my halloween:
My idea with the food coloring was amazing. It went perfectly and some squeemish girls were very startled. I apparently even ruined some girls day because after I mixed the food coloring in my mouth I had to spit out the bulk of it because of it's bad taste. So I guess she was one of the people who witnessed me spitting out a blob of black slimy fluid after getting off the bus. Then I proceeded to let it run down my chin for a nice effect. I admit it was a bit gross, but it was completely intentional and when someone approached me and said how disgusting I looked I couldn't help but flash a smile.
Dracula was also a blast. Benny, Peanut and I all dressed up and were the only ones at the performance to do so, besides the cast. I also got to see my Buttons perform, as well as the other friends in the cast since I knew all of them aside from two or three. So it was all good fun, and we hung out a bit after to congratulate everyone on their performances.
The night after Dracula we went to see the midnight Rocky Horror Picture Show shadowcast performance, which we all dressed up for as well. This time though, almost eveyone else who arrived did too. Oh, and we froze our asses off. I have a pretty shitty perception of time but this is what the time amounts felt like to me. After arrival we waited outside for an hour, then they finally let us inside around 12:15, then we proceeded to sit in the theatre and freeze over for another hour while they were waiting for everyone to get in and seated. By this time, my spirits were shot and I was respectively pissed off. Then around 1:20 the show finally kicked off, and I was up and rolling again. First off, they asked all the "virgins" to the show over 18 to come up to the stage. And after selecting 4 women and 4 men they group them into couples and instruct the couples to hug each other. They then announce they're going to have a fake orgasm contest.
first couple: pitiful
second couple: little better
third couple: man started grunting then the woman fake punched him, knocked him to the ground, stradled him and started whooping.
fourth couple: was very awkward.. the maybe 19 year old man was decked in, bikini underwear, corset, feather boa. The maybe over thirty year old woman was in casual dress. I still died of laughter when she made a sound similar to a creaky door and then grabbed his ass.
They voted by who the audience's noise level, so I raised hell for the third couple. Whom also won :P
The rest of the show was really fun, throwing rice, toast, cards, and toilet paper. Though since it was the first time we'd ever went I wasn't sure what you were supposed to say. Something we did catch was that when they say 'Janet,' you say 'slut'. When they say 'Brad,' you say 'asshole'. Then the last part that was really funny was Rocky decided to let his package hangout of his tight bikini undies. It was so gross, but what really sold it was Benny booing in horror. It was her "first real life ballsack". It was tremendously fun, and an epic event that I will surely attend next year.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
I hope I don't miss
This is mostly that typical fear of failing, or having already failed.
Occasionally, I won't ever get this feeling towards one subject. My dreams of becoming a tattoo artist, I've never really faultered from the idea that I wouldn't be happy doing that for the rest of my life. It's a dream I very much want to be a reality. However, I'm not worried about my dreams, I'm worried about my loved ones. I hope I never fail them, and right now I feel as if I've let one of them down. I hate it, and hopefully I can make that up to her. I don't want any of them to feel as if they're alone in this world, and I'm certain thats pretty much how she felt yesterday.
I'm very much excited for halloween, even tomorrow. I'm going to show some of my halloween loving pride, by being a mild zombie for school. I've experimented with food coloring to get it just right. I put a drop of blue on my tongue, swish it around, then an additional two drops in my gums, swish. it creates a beautifully gruesome smile. Also I plan to drool down my chin which creates a black acidic looking saliva. I wish I had contacts to top it all off, but I work with what I got. :P this may be my last blog for the weekend, but I really hope everyone out there has a wicked halloween.
Occasionally, I won't ever get this feeling towards one subject. My dreams of becoming a tattoo artist, I've never really faultered from the idea that I wouldn't be happy doing that for the rest of my life. It's a dream I very much want to be a reality. However, I'm not worried about my dreams, I'm worried about my loved ones. I hope I never fail them, and right now I feel as if I've let one of them down. I hate it, and hopefully I can make that up to her. I don't want any of them to feel as if they're alone in this world, and I'm certain thats pretty much how she felt yesterday.
I'm very much excited for halloween, even tomorrow. I'm going to show some of my halloween loving pride, by being a mild zombie for school. I've experimented with food coloring to get it just right. I put a drop of blue on my tongue, swish it around, then an additional two drops in my gums, swish. it creates a beautifully gruesome smile. Also I plan to drool down my chin which creates a black acidic looking saliva. I wish I had contacts to top it all off, but I work with what I got. :P this may be my last blog for the weekend, but I really hope everyone out there has a wicked halloween.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Introduction
First off, I'm Caylee. I decided to build up one of these things after veiwing http://www.Randommusingsandotherthings.blogspot.com, otherwise known as Caitlin Santa Barbara. I really enjoyed hearing what she had to say, her views of life and how she decides to live it. I was inspired, wanted to read what everyone out there has to say. With a modern advantage and capability I plan on doing that. :]
A bit about myself:
I'm very passionate about arts, and fascinated by the concept of universal understanding through a medium besides language. Not that I don't love literature, poetry, or music; For they are my main pulls of inspiration. There is just something significant in my heart about taking a blank canvas and creating life/ feeling within it. So what I plan on doing with my life is being a tattoo artist, I think it would be an honor to instill art into someone's flesh for them to bear for the rest of their days.
So that's me, tell me what you're passionate about? what gets that blood pumping? :)
-Caylee
A bit about myself:
I'm very passionate about arts, and fascinated by the concept of universal understanding through a medium besides language. Not that I don't love literature, poetry, or music; For they are my main pulls of inspiration. There is just something significant in my heart about taking a blank canvas and creating life/ feeling within it. So what I plan on doing with my life is being a tattoo artist, I think it would be an honor to instill art into someone's flesh for them to bear for the rest of their days.
So that's me, tell me what you're passionate about? what gets that blood pumping? :)
-Caylee
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