[i love doggystyle]

I'm writing you in the best mood ever. I worked today at the Bertooch and made some loot and just overall enjoyed the shift so much. I love waitressing and I love the people I work with. It's nice to be able to say that...it's been a while.

So I'm back at the Shaadster Palace chillin' to some Snoop Dogg "Doggystyle" - hello Junior Year! The best part is that you never forget the words. So awesome. I would sooo date Snoop. I enjoyed The Bertucci - a pizza with extra mozzarella and pepperoni. Jeneva is here and the three of us are planning on attending the History Department Mardi Gras party tonite. Originally we were going dancing, but how you resist a history party? The best part is that I'm totally going to dress up and wear some funky color eye make up. I'm going to take my camera so I'm sure you'll be seeing fun drunken pictures of me looking like a lunatic.

Hope you get buzzed tonite. Cheers!

[i am doll parts]

Good morning everyone.

I'm in class right now. I love this class. Neal is the instructor and this year he was nominated for the second time for a Grammy and we actually didn't have class a week ago because my instructor was at the Grammys! Is that not the coolest thing ever? I'm so in the right place. Anyway, the whole class is so casual and we laugh a lot and I sit and say stupid things and get funny looks and we have so much fun. It's nice to have that kind of silly banter with not just students, but with teachers, as well. So nice.

We are going over our skateboard designs that were due this a.m. Small group critiques are taking place as I speak and so I'm taking a quick break to write you and sip my latte. And by sip I actually mean chug because to be honest, I was working on my designs 'til 2 a.m. in the Shaadster Palace with Jeneva there, as well, and we had such a good time. We drank that yummy Pinot Noir and had smoke breaks and broke it down to some classic musical genius such as "I Wanna Sex You Up" by Color Me Badd. Rockin'. Good times, good times.

Anyway, by the time Jeneva left, I was buzzed and closed up my lap top to enjoy a few bites of Shaadi's Ramen and an episode of the Sopranos. It was good. Furio is the hottest thing ever. Don't know him? Watch the show, dammit! It's so addictive.

So I got to bed around 4:15 a.m. and was able to say good morning to Tim as he was waking up at that obscene hour to get ready for work. I woke up to a shrilling alarm clock that I'm pretty sure was going off for about 45 minutes because I had only 15 minutes to get ready and get out of my apartment to catch the shuttle and get my printing done before class. I made it, fortunately, and got here with time to spare. Then I proceeded to create a hunger uproar when I started vocalizing all the breakfast meats I could eat in one sitting, at this very moment. Once everyone was nice and fired up about bacon, it was time for a latte break. Ah, art school. They understand.

So plans for this weekend include waitressing both on Saturday and Sunday from noonish to 5-ish, homework, and hopefully, fingers crossed, dancing on Saturday night with Jeneva and Shaadi. Let's hope the winter laziness doesn't come around and kick our asses into staying in, because honestly, this girl needs to get her ass-shakin' on. Anyone who wants to dance is, of course, welcome.


Here are some examples of my latest sources of inspiration:






















































Are you as terrified as my classmates?


Have a great weekend!

[frozen ass heavenly delight]

Hello Everyone. I hope you all had a lovely Valentine's Day and indulged in more sugar and goodies than Kristen on a Tuesday. My day was good as I waitressed during the lunch shift and was able to leave with some money in my pocket. Following work, I met up with Shaadi and relaxed. We discussed Sayla's urination-on-furniture issues and I tried to stay upbeat for Shaadi, as he was riding the emotional rollercoaster of having washed the sheets and comforter the night before, and knowing he was going to have to do it all over again only 12 hours later. You remember, I'm sure, when Tim and I had to deal with kitty urination problems. They aren't fun. They stink, in fact. I can only say that one day, dear Shaadi, you will look back on these days and think of how strong they made you...how you were forced to live in discomfort for a brief moment in time...how kitty urine once ruled your life. And you will be happy you got out alive.

Yesterday evening was a pleasant one. Shaadi and I went to Bertucci's for dinner (I know, I only visited the restaurant twice yesterday...) and then we came back to PoPark for some cannoli and coffee and homework. Jeneva stopped up in her new role as Cupid, Valentine Day's #1 Fan, and proceeded to give out little red heart-shaped lollipops. She also opened up a delicious sweet red wine that knocked my socks off and sent me loopy into the stuffy apartment air. I laughed for a large portion of the evening, designed some skateboard sketches for tomorrow's deadline, downloaded and sang aloud to Melanie's "Brand New Key" (holla, Nugget) and laughed my ass off as Shaadi gagged his way through the entirety of the song. Apparently it was too girlie and obnoxious for his taste, if you can believe that. Then we rocked out to more music and Jeneva tried to solve her computer programming crisis and Shaadi cleaned, I think, and Jeneva and I gently swayed to my itunes playlist of the BeeGees, Footloose Soundtrack and, of course, the Scissor Sisters. The singing climax came, rightfully so, when Hall and Oates "Maneater" came on and we were able to reminisce of our childhoods and the scary notion of an actual Maneater. Yikes. Oh, there was some Madonna "Bedtime Stories" in there, as well. I drank two glasses of wine and was seriously retarded and we made plans to go dancing soon before my legs fall off and I'm forced to become a Lifetime Made For Television Movie Featuring Judith Light and Tracy Gold (Please! I can't even think about it).

Anyway. Now I'm at campus (Corcoran by way of Georgetown) and I'm obviously avoiding all the work I have to do. Technically I'm working as a Writing Center Tutor right now, but with the....you know....lack of students requiring mentoring right now....I'm sorta just eating my Sheila's Dream Bar and thinking about how many times I've told people today that eating it is like Heaven in my mouth. Dear sweet baby Jesus. Have you tried the damn thing yet? Go to Potbelly's now. Like NOW. It will change your life.

Okay, enough totally random rambling. Hope your ass isn't as frozen as mine is right at this very moment. As Nugget would say, "I'm moving to the Tropics". Amen, Nugget.

Amen.

[a wintry mix]

Today was a busy day.

I started out by waking up at 6 a.m. and getting dressed up in "professional" clothes for a design conference at the Embassy of Sweden (or some sort of building affiliated it). Believe it or not, I did dress professionally and wore black pants and a black sweater with my wrinkled high heel boots. No leopard prints or snake skin pants, thank you very much Nugget! I hopped on the shuttle and got off at the Georgetown Waterfront where I spotted my classmates and we headed on in. It was a pretty interesting event, although I was extremely disgruntled to find that there were no coffee and pastries in sight. What sort of conference was this anyway? I dealt with it, of course, and froze throughout the remainder of the event. Then I left to embrace warmer buildings and see some friends.

I stopped up to my old Office Box at The University and chilled with Hot Tamales for quite a while. It was nice to catch up with her and also, even stranger, to be in the old building, going up the old elevator and hitting '6' and hopping off and walking past the labs and the Maintenance Lady who also used to say hello and never ask how I was doing and to see the cinder block walls and the pale blue paint. Nothing changed. My office was occupied by a quiet girl in a pink blouse and my bulletin board was not even changed. The Office Plant that Old Boss had left was there on the sill and thriving. It was weird because it wasn't weird at all. It was a good visit. My first since leaving The University for the Wild Life of Art School.

I got some Thai food for lunch and had my usual waitress and tipped her well and had to keep getting up to close the door as people continuously left it open and let bursts of cold air hit my table section. I came home and napped and had dreams of marathons and strange men with accents and Tim cooking up all the Omaha Steaks, potatoes and chicken because he said it would be better that way. Then I came up to Shaadi's and hooked up his desktop computer and proved my handiness as a girl and then Tim came up and we all listened to Queen's " A Day At The Races" and rocked out to some "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" and we fed Sayla cat nip and she rolled around and we all laughed.

Now I'm preparing to design some skateboards to meet Friday's deadline and I'm ready to go with my grapefruit juice and Ben & Jerry's Everything But The... in my stomach. Ahhh Sleven Runs.

Hope you had a great day. I will be crossing my fingers for snow and warm fuzzy feelings of being in the cozy apartment made cozier by the snow swept up on the windows with flannel pajamas on and afternoon trips to the vacant streets to kick up snow and see how tight the city streets become when everything is coated with a layer of thick wet snow. Wintry mix, I welcome you tonite.