April 2009
32 posts
i’m back to all nighters, bright eyes and missing feelings…. coffee breaks and backaches, i just want to be with you.
but, its true.
life is something vague.
(song, something vague, by bright eyes)
some things are
disappointing in life.
something happened here
on tumblr with one of my friends.
and it really. really. disappoints me.
he is a good guy and the bad thing
its the truth. so for someone to
read a post and make huge
assumptions is absolutely
immature and unprofessional. period.
i know i am bold. i post bold things.
i say bold things. and yes, I am not ashamed.
i do vent. i do say negative things.
but sometimes i do believe that somethings
are unfair. well, this is one of them.
i am going to end this here.
but. i am really disappointed that
studios would do something so
quick and immature.
we are all human.
we all say things we don’t mean.
we are all emotional.
and if you don’t understand
some aspect of that, I probably
wouldn’t want to be working with you.
anyways.
just sad and disrespectful it actually
happened to someone that is a good guy.
if it happened to me, its understandable.
i say very bold things here.
but I understand that this is a blog.
i post like its a blog.
and I feel its honest.
to make assumptions without
meeting me, or talking to me is just
disrespectful in my eyes. give people
a chance.
this is weird.
my body is actually showing signs of something is wrong.
i think i may need some sleep.
my head is having sharp pains on the right side.
ugh.
man, i am going to miss alot of people.
/ sucks.
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - The Postal Service
I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
I drive you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead,
… . They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead.
- oh how I love this song, this song, love. and yes…. driving u back at 4am, sleepyhead. lets not get serious, lets not get dancing, lets just be there, here anywhere.
go ahead.
- finally!!!!!!!!!!!!
fuck you bruce.
“what I have on my list, you have not followed, a journal, poster and a 3d object” Okay, take it hear Bruce, fuck, that is still exactly what I am doing. Just look down at the damn table, hmmm, there are some damn journals, objects, and i have the posters in mind. Fuck, its my thesis, I don’t care what is on “your” list. My thesis will be my thesis, I will do what I want. And hopefully as I am planning it, my thesis will not be 100% silly, visual and bullshitting. My intentions are intellectual Bruce…. god-damnit, I don’t take back anything negative I have ever said about you Bruce. I stand by it. The short statement Bruce just said to me, was completely an asshole statement. Seriously, how dare you fucking say something that negative to me in front of my peers. I am serious, if you have something to say to me Bruce, then say it, but don’t walk in the studio say a very quick statement about my thesis that is very demeaning and embarrassing to my other peers sitting in the studio.
I don’t care what you think Bruce, but I do care about all my peers in the program. I don’t want them thinking that I am wasting time, and slacking off on my thesis. That is far from it. I just don’t want my peers thinking I am always full of shit all the time. I do think. I do actually plan shit, I actually do think about design in an intellectual manner.
And, just to warn you Bruce. Be very careful about what you say during my presentation. I am honest. If you even think, or hint at something negative, you are going to get my god-damn opinion upfront and direct. I am honest, I am so sick of his behavior towards my scholar-studies. I am honest.
I am not afraid to call you out Bruce. I will fucking make you cry, I will make you quite teaching here. I am for real. I have so much I could say to you Bruce, to wake you up - to realize how much of an asshole you really are as a teacher, human being and as an alumni. Beware, cuz I am not going to take your final brucing, Bruce. Be fucking careful Bruce. I am to the point of just saying “fuck you” to his go***amn face.
***PS
I made a promise to not bitch anymore about him, since it is negative and I don’t want the “roblr” to be all negative. Yet, today was such a “demeaning” statement to me, in such a quick statement, I can’t hold it in anymore.
Okay. Later.
i love you always forever - donna lewis
Hahaaaaa, I stumbled upon this in my iTunes library, and I am not ashamed. Its a good song, its been years since I’ve heard it.
I’m sorry, but I hate Google’s logo. I do, another designer blogged about this months ago, and I just reminded myself of horribly ugly that logotype really is. It makes my stomach sick to even think that they are one of the top companies out there with such a logotype. I know, its loyal to stick with it, and ya, I understand that. But look at you now Google, you are not the same anymore, you are so much more. I think its time for a rebranding Google, please, please rebrand Google. I love you, but your online face is making me vomit.
Don’t make me use Yahoo Google, don’t. Please, I hate Yahoo. K.
black swan - thom yorke (of radiohead)
What will grow crooked, that you can’t make straight
It’s the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack you bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn’t happening
No, it just isn’t happening
And it’s fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it’s not.
But it isn’t, but it isn’t
You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don’t care what the future holds
Cause I’m right here and I’m today
With your fingers you can touch me
I’m your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked up
Be your black swan, black swan
I’m for spare parts, broken up
You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up
Be your black swan, black swan
I’m for spare parts, broken up
lyrics from a song that will be shortly posted, black swan by thom yorke, very oddly this song is my life right now. it is. i think it is odd, and funny, that i caught on to it while randomly listening to it today, after intern.
it is. weeeeeird thom yorke!, stop reading my life!