Labor of Love

Labor of Love (Andrew Peterson cover)

This is my friend Melinda. 

This is her pretty self. 

Enjoy.

I sincerely hope all of your Christmas' were wonderful and blessed. I'm in Tennessee as I write this, visiting family. I get to sleep with a golden retriever tonight. If that's not exciting, I don't know what is. 

Okay, Melinda, I've seriously listened to this song about 6 times now. Goodness, you should just sing for the rest of your life. I'm sure no one would mind. 

Because of break, I have been watching manya episode online. Now, time and time again everyone and their mother has been all up in everyone's business about Doctor Who. Frankly, I'm terrified of the series. It's HUGE and a maassssive undertaking and largely fandomed. Do any of you watch it?

Because starting Doctor Who intimidates me to the point of curling up in a corner, I took on a newer series, Up All Night. An easy eleven episodes. And it's SO good. Will Arnett (Arrested Development) is awesome. You should watch it.

I've been doing some Parks and Rec, too. Such a good cast.

Also, Bachelor starts in a few days. Can I get a shameful, "Yeaahhh!?!" I have no Bachelor buddy this season. Please be there for me, guys. We can hate all the same people. :]

What shows are you watching right now? 

I need to get back into the swing of things. Time off makes me funky. And gives me headaches. Why is that even a thing?

My blogs are boring. :[

Blog redeeming pretty pictures!

xxx

All Mustaches Go to Heaven

(Edit: This post was written a week ago. I haven't posted it because I was too lazy to draw an angel with mustache wings. I have since finished school and turned 21. More about those two things in the next few days. Anyway, continue.)

I just finished my first class in Chicago. Luckily, the first one to finish was the one in which the teacher very much disliked me for reasons I am not aware of. I managed to get a 'B' which is fine by me. You see, he didn't give us a grade... not one single grade until the day of the final project, today. So, he tells you your grade and you can basically do nothing but smile and be content. So I was.

He really didn't like me. The really annoying thing was that I was literally going out of my way to be nice to him and a good student as soon as I was receiving bad vibes from him. My style is different from his, that's for sure... but I never did an assignment incorrectly or strayed from the guidelines. From what I can gather, I feel as though he took my lighthearted ideas as not taking the assignment seriously. He was literally skeptical about each and every one of my ideas. The class, however, always had my back. Although today, the last critique, he said, "You have good ideas. Your execution is just overly simplified." GOOD IDEAS?! Stop it. Stop that.

Can I tell you what it says under artists statement on my portfolio?
"I believe design should be classy, clean, and effective." 


Sure, it's my comfort zone. But I feel as though your comfort zone is also what brands you as an artist. I'm not anti-expanding your abilities and horizons as an artist, but blah. I'm starting to finally find my groove, and let me tell you... it has nothing to do with translating anything tangible into a sketch on paper.

He proceeded to ask me how graphic design was going for me, as if my lack of ability to achieve the kind of drawings he wanted had a direct correlation for my ability to render projects on the computer. I told him it was going fantastically, promised to always carry a sketchbook, took my 'B' and told him to have a lovely Christmas.

(Just between you and me, I think the man is a compulsive liar.)

But I'm over it. Because the CLASS is over. So it's done done done.

The difference between a science class and a class in the arts is that in science, you're graded for what you know. It art, your grade comes from another person's opinion of a bunch of little pieces of who are are.

With that being said, I did end up kind of taking the last project a little too lightly. I drew a bunch of angels, gave them mustache wings, and wrote a two page story titled "All Mustaches Go to Heaven." It's a quality piece of fiction dealing with a little girl and her daddy's mustache during no shave November.

Lexie wanted me to draw myself as a superhero. Here you go, Lex. HERE YOU GO. (Ps. This wasn't part of what I turned in. That was hand drawn over many hours. This was pieced together in two minutes. Guys, I took the project at least somewhat seriously, gosh!)


You must admit, it is kind of clever.

It's definitely December

I finally switched over to the new Blogger template. I still need a few days to adjust. Hmm. Anyway, this year has already been the most Christmas filled year I have had ever in my life. Largely in part due to two things: my roomie, and Chicago.

This weekend was amazing. With everyone around me on the quarter system and not in school right now, I have the disadvantage of managing a "not in school" social life and an "in school" schedule. Therefore, I haven't been home in days, my room is a mess, I have no groceries, and I should have done laundry a week ago. HOWEVER, this was one of my favorite weekends in Chicago thus far.

Reasons:

1. Chicago has this thing called the Holiday train, where they take a normal el train decorate it inside and out with as much Chrstmas as possible. The seats, the outside, the lights, the music, the ads... Christmas. Everything. It's the most magical commute you will ever experience. Santa is even on it.

The seats may have been my favorite part.

Polar Express? Perhaps.

Even the awful jokes were magically endearing.

2. Then we went to the Zoo because during Christmas they have it lit up like crazy and Christmified to the max. The picture up top is of that. Plus, I had never even been to this zoo yet, so it was especially exciting. We all literally felt five. Which brings me to...

3. My friends are just as nerdy as I am. It's not strange geeking out at the most randomly simple things, because chances are one of them is geeking out more than I. And they're Nerdfighters. And we talked about Maureen Johnson and John Green and took pictures by puppy sized elephants. And we all had fancy cameras and all stopped at random times to take pictures. So you weren't "that one person whose camera is better than everyone else's and takes random artsy pictures." 

ALSO, it was getting to the point where we were all figuring out how similar our introverted nerdy similarities were that I asked one simple question. "Okay, so how did you start on the internet. I mean, what brought you to it. What was your first obsession."

In unison everyone said, "Neopets."

Done.

Puppy-sized Elephants

4. We went to this HUGE HUGE craft fair. And it was packed. But it was packed with awesomeness. Oh, and Jeananne and I wore antlers the entire day. At one point a woman on the street called us Donner and Blitzen. We're Don and Blitz.

5. Our apartment is crazy full of DIY Christmas crafts.

6. Christmas Christmas Christmas.

Okay, Lex... I got your request loud and clear and it's coming soon. I need to write like six more blogs this year because I wanted to have more than last year.

Happy Christmas, Harry!

Happy Christmas, Ron!