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Guess who’s back, back again…

September 6, 2008 approximatelyLeave a comment

This girl’s back, tell your friends.

Tonight was my first night back at the ol’ grill, and things haven’t changed much with the exception of a few new desserts and a couple of new faces. Grease is still grease, business is still business, and I am still contributing to the satisfaction of consumers that indulge in corporate, fat America.

One must ask oneself, “Has my hunger met its destiny?”

The answer lies no further than 45th St. South. Go git’ you some.

Sedaris Update

September 5, 2008 approximatelyLeave a comment

I GOT MY TICKET! Whooo-hoo!

Sweet nectar!

Me See Pretty One Day

September 4, 2008 approximatelyLeave a comment

A friend informed me the other day that my main man David Sedaris will be speaking/reading/being ridiculously awesome in Minneapolis this coming October. I am going to do everything in my power to be there — and with how darn funny this individual is, you should, too!

Check out him reading one of my favorite chapters from one of my favorite books (then again, they’re all my favorites)

Enjoy.

Let’s Get Positive

September 4, 2008 approximatelyLeave a comment

I have never felt quite as great about life as I do these days.

It’s unbelievable how much it takes to get me down — almost as though a whirlwind of positive energy has swirled through my mind, creating peace, and relaxation, and happiness. Positive thoughts lead to more positive thoughts, and consequentially a beautiful balance.

I don’t feel alone, I don’t feel irrelevant, I don’t feel pain. I feel proud of who I am and what I am doing, for being genuine and individual. For doing things, no matter how great, that make me more content with myself. For trying harder and starting over, forgiving and forgetting. There is a sense of headway, a contagious and churning belief that I can do anything, if only for a moment, I can do it.

I am someone. Not just the girl that you write postcards to, or hear from occasionally, or read about on the Internet. I am more than waiting for phone calls or dwelling on excuses. I am more than failed assignments and beauty products, size six-and-one-half shoes and photographs. I am more, I know — just what, I’m not certain. But I am worth it.

Suddenly it’s OK to be me.

The SuperMega Update of Householdly Things

September 3, 2008 approximatelyLeave a comment

It’s a crosswalk, but thanks for noticing.

September 1, 2008 approximatelyLeave a comment

I decided on a whim yesterday to take a good ol’ roadtrip to the booming metropolis of Minneapolis city. All of my roommates were gone, my homework surely wasn..’t going to get done, and all there was to eat in the kitchen was Rice-a-Roni and cold pizza. The time was just right.

Usually I don’t do these things on my own, but yesterday was an exception. Travel-companionless and practically clueless as to where I was going, the two MapQuest printouts sitting in my passenger seat were the only thing between me and ending up in Portsmouth, Maine…or worse, in the Atlantic. After just one wrong exit (a quick fix) I managed to make it to the cities, chillax and canoodle with a lovely lady friend. We spent the day lounging, touring, nibbling, walking, picnic-ing, IKEAing (now a verb), and conquering the area.

The most frightening part of the day came when I pulled up to a stoplight at a busy intersection. I accidentally rolled my car over the crosswalk, making the pedestrian jaunt across the street slightly more difficult. I’m from North Dakota, so naturally don’t fully understand crosswalks. Back in my day (and come to think of it, to THIS day) I always play a good ol..’ fashioned game of jaywalking when I want to get from side A to side B. This, however, doesn’t fly on Lyndale Avenue in Minneapolis, oh no.

A group of pedestrians went to cross the street as I sat at the light, and almost instantaneously a woman from the crowd got UP IN MY GRILL. I’m not talking a little shake of a finger saying, “‘Don’t do that…’ She was full out BITCHIN..’, as in threatening hand gestures, tossing her shoulders into it, all while screaming just loud enough so I could hear through my windshield, “SEE THIS?! IT’S A CROSSWALK! A FUCKING CROSSWALK.”

I mouthed back, “Sorry…” — and, I really was.

I thought that the North Dakota license plates on my car would let this one slide, but this woman might have tossed me clear to the Sculpture Garden had I been an inch more over the line. For real.

I made my way back to Moorhead, got slightly lost along the way, but all is well and I safely made it home to unload my glimmering pile of IKEA purchases and sleep in my sweetly sweet glorified bed.

What a trip!

PS. I’d like to give a shout-out to my Brother O for directing me off of County Road 15/ Bumfuck Nowhere. I’d probably be at the bottom of Long Lake if it weren’t for this brother.

Oh, ginger snap! It’s the weekend.

August 28, 2008 approximately1 Comment

SITTING HERE, EATING APPLESAUCE, PONDERING MY NEXT MOVE.

It’s the weekend for me and, had I some sort of planning device, it would be chalk full.

Photos tomorrow (newspaper, theatre), photos Saturday (correcting), not to mention design homework (it’s all coming back to me now), sketching, writing, planning, revising, repeat. I am definitely a student again.

The thing that I’d forgotten about being an art major is how sweet we have it in the textbook department. I always get really fired up when I see that my bookstore tab comes to roughly $150 – $200 for my general classes. Not a lot to spend on books, right? Guess again. My elation quickly disintegrates as I realize that I will be forking over another $300 (approximate minimum) for art supplies. Being a double major doesn’t help, nor do the ongoing purchases made throughout the semester (prints, matboard, blades, glues, tapes, rulers, film, accessories, etc. etc. yadda yadda). I am going into year three and still fail to remember this at the start of each semester. It’s a sick equation.

Little bookstore tab = happiness

Big art supply tab ≠ happiness

Therefore, school = spendy

Being a biology or corporate fitness major sounds pretty darn good right about now, as far as costs go.

But I couldn’t be more elated to be pursuing photo. I am itching to get back into the darkroom, to work with film, to soak up every bit of knowledge. I don’t even mind if I smell like chemicals or have to stay up all night. There is so much gratification that comes with making prints (not to mention stress), and I can’t wait to dedicate myself, to hopefully become better.

As for the creative writing front, WOW. So far, so awesome. The exercises have really stretched my imagination as far as character development go, not to mention its only been two class periods and I can already feel myself canning up my clichés for disposal and starting fresh (don’t quote me on this, for if in the future I am indeed still using clichés, I will look terribly hypocritical). Here is a page from the exercise we did yesterday in class, ‘Reasons I Never’:

The jar of M & M’s on my kitchen counter is diminishing, but I’m not worried about it. I own an egg poacher and can make chai lattes on command. Plus, my roommates let me nail anything to the wall. Life is good.

muchlove