Last year, I took a figure drawing art class with Garth Claassen during fall semester. We met on Tuesdays and Thursdays for an hour-and-a-half, as well as Wednesday nights for three hours. We studied a variety of artists, from the late, great Picasso, all the way to modern artists like the amazing professor Claassen. We studied figure drawings in charcoal, pencil, markers, water color ink and graphite, and colored pencils. During class, we were permitted to play music. All in all, the environment was creative, friendly, soothing, and safe.
Forget questions like ”what is consciousness?” You will be asking what is “is?” just a moment before the remaining husk of your awareness plunges into the ether. Versed, that tranquilizing nectar,is so strong that you may as well not exist by the time the operation begins. The word tranquility must be related to tranquilization. After the needle was placed in the vein, a surge of heat-the capillaries filled with chemical, pupils dilating, a sweat on the brow, and then detachment.
And this wasn’t a cute, pouty, great hairstyle break down.
It was a snotty-nosed, hopeless, hair-stuck-in-mouth break down.
Before the disgusting climax point of breaking down, I attempted to calm myself and called my mom. She was my reasonable voice, the one to help me remember the good and relax. She answered with a “Hey! What’s up?” And I immediately started dry-heave crying. “Mom? I – heave – am – heave – having – a – heave – bad day…”
Spring break is almost mythical in its reputation. I mostly blame Selena Gomez and RiFF RAFF from the movie, Spring Breakers for this. There’s always this unspoken pressure to make this weeklong escape unforgettable and to return to class as an improved, much tanner you. About a month prior to spring break, I had made the decision to return home for the week.
A lot of my weekend memories involve rushing to set up DJ equipment in a crowded basement, living room, or garage. Either scrambling to connect to the vintage stereo system or lugging my own speakers and routing cables away from places where people might trip on them, and finding a small table to unpack my gear constitutes most of this frantic set up. I play house parties for free, I know that students don’t have much in the way to provide (other than refreshments), and the house parties are the fun gigs anyways.
Humanity should ban the practice of selling clams in excess of 500 miles from the ocean. A clam quickly becomes the perfect containment device for the next super virus. It’s a petri dish, but less sanitary. Only the most steel-stomached or desperate should attempt to pry open a clam and vacuum out its insides if a saltwater beach isn’t in sight. Come to think of it, eating a clam is not a thing you can proudly do. Eating a clam is the dining equivalent of picking your nose in public, if you lock eyes with someone while in the act, you’re done for.
I have not posted for a while, so I decided today would be the day to change that. If you have read any of my other posts, I normally divulge some sort of embarrassing anecdote. I promise you I still have a plethora of those, but I thought I would try sharing some advice instead. Don’t feel obligated to follow it or even read it for that matter, but I will simply leave this text here and what you decide to do with your eyes is up to you.
The freshmen fifteen is defined as a rite of passage. It’s not necessarily a product of overeating or even the binge drinking but sometimes a combination of the two, stress, and the shock of a brand-new environment. Everyone has a different combination of causes, but whatever they turn out to be, the freshmen fifteen is kind of a natural happening.
I recently got a clapper for the Christmas lights I have strung up around my room. A clapper is a neat little product that you can plug lights into, and then plug it into the wall. If you set it up correctly, all you have to do to turn lights on and off is clap a couple times. It took maybe a total of ten minutes to finally get it working properly. My boyfriend and I stood incredibly close to the outlet the contraption was attached too, and progressively moved across the room to try and make sure it was listening from every corner of the room.