It's been awhile since I posted about design school. It's been a while since I felt like there was something worth postin'.
As you can see, fall has definitely arrived. Chapstick applications every 15 minutes, black nails, scarves, layers and layers of clothing, orange and yellow leaves everywhere!!, it being straight up pitch black NIGHT when I walk of out school at 5pm everyday (thank goodness NY is so absolutely gorgeous at night this time of the year).
I could complain that it's not Summer, but that wouldn't make Summer2014 come any faster, or take me back to Summer2013, so I won't. One positive of this cold and lonely season is that it makes me want to sit at the computer longer and focus harder.
A testament to that are some of the graphic design projects from the past two weeks:
I'm not really sure which ones work and which ones don't, and I find Fall brings with it that immense self-doubt (who am I kidding? It's always there). However, I listen hard to my teachers everyday and observe hard what my fellow classmates are creating, and I just do the best me.
I've come to the conclusion that the best design work of my life is NOT going to come from this class. It's going to come later, and I'm okay with that.
I have, however, been thinking hard about what I want to come down the line for me. I've been writing it down hard...over and over again...on different notebooks and paper surfaces...
And then, my birthday happened on November 9th.
I got a WOOOO! card from my Grams, and I continued with the third year of my birthday chalkboard tradition.
My one request was a nice diner breakfast with the fam. It happened, and was nice.
For my birthday evening: I honestly truly deeply with my whole heart just wanted to stay home and watercolor paint my birthday night away. Anti-social? Yes. Hermit-like? Absolutely. Exactly what I wanted? You betcha. However, my sister put in effect a "night out" to the city, which I cancelled last minute, and made local instead. My friends who came out were not in the celebrating birthday mood, but I suppose neither was I, and at one point my sister (Yes, my best friend, and partner in crime) leaned over to one of my friends, straight up said something mean about me (on my birthday!) and then they both gave me this pathetic look. I retreated to the bathroom, and felt like I was going to cry.
I wish I had never went out. The night ended with noshings at another diner, my sister drunk as a skunk, and sleeping on the table.
I cried a little the next morning, recounting to my mom what happened. (I think it also had a little something to do with it being my first birthday without Tomas physically there. He called, and left me a sweet message, which I was grateful for.)
Once the afternoon hit, my stupid drama diminished, I talked it out with my sister, and mostly got over it. Major side effect, however, of my birthday going the way it did: my desire to hermit became exponentially greater.
Mom tried to make me feel better by taking me boot shopping:
When I came home, I gave myself a birthday gift: some craftroom time to watercolor my heart out until The Walking Dead.
Enter these past five interesting days.
I donned my new headphones -- a gift from Tomas all the way from Texas.
A bird striaght up pooped on my head 30 seconds after I - with much foresight -gave my neatly wrapped up leftover french fries to a homeless woman.
The sun blasted us in NYC one day, and completely abandoned us the next, but both weather situations were cold cold cold.
I've been walking the streets of midtown by myself during lunch, or eating the smelly soups and food I bring from home by myself during breaks. I've been feeling socially awkward, weird and lonely, and oh so hermit-like.
I started and finished the book Christmas Jars.
It was a little "Hallmark" for my usual taste, but I think that's what I needed this week.
...and yesterday, I visited the New York Public Library, and was pretty blown away. Actually, I just visited the awesome gift shop, and walked the halls a bit. I plan to sign up for a library card, and spend many a chilly lunch hour there.
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Thanks for reading about my pretty ordinary school / life this month so far.
I'm going to go have myself a weekend, and see you soon.
