Don't you know you're like a candle I'm the only one who handles you...

I've taken to not even opening my iTunes anymore, cause all the songs I love are already on iPhoney. So I'm sitting here watching American Dad, browsing funkylala and listening to songs on my phone, when this gem comes up:

If you can't see, that's Cold Blooded from the Rick James: The Ultimate Collection. No shame, it's on there for a reason. In fact, the only time I'm ashamed of any song on my phone is when I finish listening to "Tape You" from In Search Of...,Pharrell says "And cut...and action", and the subsequent simulated sex act on the outro. And even then I'm only semi ashamed, and only when I'm near old people and the volume is all the way up. I'm sorry, the underlying beat is tres mesmerizing (minus the slurps and moans).
The next song in iPhoney's shuffle was "The Cliche Lil' Wayne Feature", by my favorite up and coming rapper, Wale. He's great. Get on the bandwagon before he blows up (more than he already has, he's produced by Mark Ronson and has cosigns from every respected MC in the game). He released a highly anticipated mixtape this summer called "The Mixtape About Nothing". I know what you're thinking, and here's the album art:Love the Jordans mixed in with the Seinfeld shoes! It's a free download that I highly suggest. My favorite tracks are The Opening Sequence, The Manipulation, oh fuck it I like them all. He's a genius wordsmith. Also, Julia Louis Dreyfuss makes an appearance at the end of one of the songs. But I can't remember which one. I'm going to retry the Flickr thing because that first picture was #2206 on my camera and if my memory card gets corrupted I'm so screwed. Also I have beautiful and incriminating pictures of you all to share...Like this one

I love blurry drunken pictures because they encapsulate the spirit of the time. I think this was the night with the gypsy cards, which was one of my favorites. Ok, I gotta go to sleep. I can't miss 2 internships in one week, it would be unsouthern*


*Golden Girls inside joke...with myself?

P.S.- If you noticed, the asterisked portion wasn't linked when I originally posted this, but I decided to do a google search for the words golden+girls+unsouthern for the hell of it. Wow, EVERYTHING is on youtube.

Doing my Homevorks

No, that isn't a typo in my title. I'm just a bitch for mocking my Romanian teacher's accent. I called in sick at LaRok today. I think it's a stress induced illness. Scratch that, I know it's a stress induced illness. I'm overworked and thinking about the money necessary to pay back this educational endeavor scares the shit out of me every day to the point of my present sickness. Side note: I think my pinky is broken and has been for at least 2 weeks. Howevs, I don't have time to get it checked out. Ok, that's the end of my sadness. I'm kind of glad to be immunocompromised bear, because I get to get some of my homework done. Last semester I was bogged down, taking 8 classes and my gpa was subpar by my standards. This semester I know what's expected of me and I'm getting straight A's at the moment. Yay me. And my classes are all so fun and I'm going to be so sad when this semester is over. For my processes and skills class- basically an intro to graphic design- we've created ourselves as a brand, complete with logos, hangtags, and business cards. Here's the business card I made for homework, the mirrored r's are my logo (we had to include the bleed on the cards for the printer):My teacher's name is Nina, and she's from England. She says "Jolly good!" all the time and we get tea breaks! Also, her husband baked us cupcakes for our midterms. How cool is that?


I also love my technical drawing class. We make production flats in Illustrator. You may recall a few years ago when I wanted to marry Macromedia Flash. Well I change my mind, I want to marry the entire Creative Suite. We just have the same principles and ideals. I'm supposed to be working on a button down shirt while I'm typing this but shit's not working out.
Anyways, we had to create a collection of 4 basics in 2 colorways for the midterm. Here's one of the colorways:And in silkscreen. Don't even get me started on the sheer coolness that is silkscreen class. I wanted to print a Ryan McGinness, but my teacher wanted me to alter his perfect works. I see why, Ryan's medium is silkscreen so it would just be a plagiaristic reproduction. But that was just one of my phenomenal ideas, so instead I'm printing this in CMYK:I have to make 20 but only turn in 2 so if you want one, holla! I'll post pictures after I do the screens which should be next Monday morning if I wake up for it. So that's my life right now. TTYLZ!

It's November already?

Wow, it's been a while. It's midterm season and I've been quite busy. Looking back on my life, this will be one of the biggest shames , but I missed all Halloween night celebrations because I had to make a coat for class (Halloween afternoon was a different story). I have lots of pictures and several stories to tell, but let's be honest-I never get back to things I say I'll blog about later. I get more sidetracked and then the stories become outdated and irrelevant. Like the rest of Unofficial weekend or my first trip to Ikea on the BK ferry back in early September (And I shot video for that too!). I suck at life so you don't have to. One thing I won't forget about, I need to vimeo my N.E.R.D. concert videos I took. That was by far the best October 4th I've ever had. I was going somewhere with this. Maybe not

It would be completely remiss of me not to first congratulate the 44th president of the United States of America, Barack Obama! I wish I was back home, I'd be in Chicago right now to celebrate this in Grant Park in the presence of my life's idol, Oprah. If ever there were an occasion where high cincos are appropriate, I think this is it. I try not to get too political on bloggy because for the most part, I don't care. I'm a firm believer in things happening one way or another and working themselves out, regardless of human intervention. A hippie, I know. But in that aspect, politicians are kind of useless in my day to day life. Not to mention that this victory has me paranoid beyond belief. In case you haven't noticed, I'm black. And I live in New York City. So if some shit's gonna go down, chances are it's gonna happen here and to me. I mean, not that I'll be drawing any unnecessary attention to myself today when I go to class by wearing my cobalt blue thermal and gold donkey pin (Thanks Andrew!) I'm a fashion student damn it! On a semi-sentimental note, I do wish my grandmother (on my mom's side) was alive to see this. She grew up in the antebellum south in what is still one of the most racist areas of the United States; it was so awful that she ran away at the age of 12 to Chicago.Crazyness. Anyways, I say semi-sentimental because my grandma wasn't the "lovey dovey- bake you cookies- knit you sweaters" type. She was the "straightforward- street smart- and absolutely hilarious" type. Though this is an historic* event, she wasn't one for sappy situations, and my brother and I concurred, simultaneously that her response to the election results would have been "I don't care. Barack Obama ain't shit. Get me my coffee, 2 creams 6 sugars." And people wonder where I get it from... I really didn't stand a chance.

*I think I've become an elitist. Every word that begins with a vowel or the letter "h" gets the article "an" from me now. It's not much different from regular English, but it adds an air of snobbery because I mute the "h"s. I've caught myself saying "It's quite brisk, I'll need an [h]at today." It's like I'm in a Vermont equestrienne club or something.