Pro-Procrastination


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Numbahz

4 days until I go hoooome
12 finished paintings
2 finals left
150+ images on the art history exam
2.5 hours of Harry Potta last night
1 Whoa performance Wednesday night
6 bruises on my knees from dance
1 hot/cold gel pad on my back
8 times I’ve listened to Electric Feel in the past hour
4 months until the MCAT (ha..)
12.50 dining dollars left in my account
3 slices of pecan pie this week, a vast improvement in my self-control
1 a cappella rendition of the prettiest song in the world by Exit 69
1 vital member of Exit 69 no longer at Carleton
0 word count for my American Studies essay


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Lately

What My Life Has Looked Like Lately

1. A lot of this:

I’m taking a painting class, which translates into “I constantly have paint all over my arms, hands and face.”

2. Some of this:

My campus job is to advertise terrible school events and make them seem not-as-terrible. Liiiike Screw-Your-Roommate (less commonly referred to as Set Up Your Roommate by boring people), where dozens of people go on awkward blind dates. No but sometimes it’s not so bad. When I was a freshman, my date and I went to the chapel rooftop and complained about the meal plan.

This poster is actually my proudest achievement of this entire term, solely because Snooki turned out pretty well. If I say so myself.

3. A LOT of this:

Last week all I listened to was “Mine” and “Today Was A Fairytale”. Then Brandi Branham showed me this song, and I have been listening to it nonstop. Because it is absolutely beautiful. I wish I could take a time machine, go back to 8th grade and attend a John Adams Middle School dance where THIS was the slow dance of the night (instead of this). I could be arms-length apart from Kellen Anderson and silently thinking about how the two of us would be young forever.


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Tuesday’s Coming, My Baby

1. TIL that there is such a word as twitterature, which is used to describe my generation’s persistent need for constant self-affirmation, defining, declaration, and the overall desire to be watched. It’s fun to talk about how dumb Twitter is because EVERYONE hates Twitter (see Fig. 1).

2. Concerning Fig.1. Can we find new things to hate? Because these are getting kind of old. Behold my flawless argument:
– iPad: who cares?
– Taylor Swift: the miracle of true love isn’t her fault, so let her sing about it. Also, I’m kind of getting married.. how can I NOT love T-Swift?
– Twitter: yeaaaaaaah it’s lame but how else will Justin Timberlake personally wish me a Happy Halloween?
– Hipsters: actually we can keep complaining about hipsters

3. Now I’m gonna be a hipster and tell you what music to listen to because I’m full of feelings and I want you to know it. So.. hey you! Listen to Dareh Meyod with me and think about how much you miss high school. Or how much you don’t miss it, I guess.
4. Halloween is over. 😦
5. School isn’t that much fun anymore. Which is why I’m on here instead of writing an essay about Romanesque and Gothic architecture.
6. I really like painting. I hate stretching the canvas. Stretching the canvas sucks. Stretching the canvas is like eating a bowl of Trix that’s been sitting in the milk for way too long and now all the pieces are soggy and gross. Stretching the canvas is like trying to hold my breath under a vat of boiling pus juice. AAAUUUUGHHHH.