I had to steal this from Jim’s blog. I mean, it was a chunk of my childhood come to life. You understand, right?
Archive for December, 2008
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Dec
flashback of the day
12
Dec
A good day
As you all may know by my extensive bitching lately, I’ve been going through a couple of months filled with stress and getting sick a lot and lacking motivation to get my stuff taken care of…so I wanted to share with you all that I had a really good day yesterday. Just so you don’t all begin thinking I’m a whiny teenager in disguise.
I didn’t expect it to be…I was up way too late (there were brownies in the oven and I’ll be darned if I was going to go to bed before I ate one!) and I had projects to do and it was raining…not lovely fluffy wonderland snow, wet, cold, drizzly sky-water that makes you damp and cold and I had a full day of school ahead of me and no coffee money.
But despite all that…it was just good. It was pleasant. I took care of some important things and got some unexpected good news that brightened my day. I listened to an angstful playlist while drawing thumbnails for a final project, and it was just right for the day and the weather, the mournful and melodic songs harmonizing with the grey, leaking sky and giving me a sense of peace and mellowness without melancholy, and I got the requisite 20 concepts drawn out in less than 2 hours, content and immersed. I even seem to be making some sort of progress on my final Illustrator project (3D modeling, which I do not have the right kind of brain for). When I got home, I curled up on the couch and made necklaces of sparkly beads.
The best part, however, the tingly exciting happy moment of my day:
While I was sitting in my Design Principles class, sketching ideas, my teacher was visited by another professor. He is one of the two teachers in the school who specialized in and have done and do illustration (which is, of course, what I hope to pursue). The two of them chatted for a little while and then he came over to my desk and told me that he had seen some of my thumbnails (preliminary drawings) and they were really nice.
Yeah, okay…whatever. Maybe you aren’t as excited by this as me. I don’t care. He isn’t a teacher I have had before. It wasn’t like he was coming over to chat with an ex-student. He is an illustrator and went out of his way to come talk to me and tell me that he liked my work!
Anyway…today is snowy. I think this is the most snow we have had so far this winter…the grass is all covered with no dirty brown patches showing through where tree-cover prevented full distribution…outside of our house is all Winter Wonderland right now. And despite Freeport’s shortcomings, it is pretty out here, and I get to see the changing seasons much more so than I did in town.
Now, I conclude with a link to a song about the internet being awesome.
08
Dec
Latest project
Book cover for a book of our choice:
darn. Just realized that I totally forgot to include the author name on the third one.
I find it fascinating that the subject-matter of a dream does not effect the dreamer’s experience even a fraction so much as the dreamer’s mental state regarding the dream. And I don’t think it’s just my own broken brain…I have spoken to other people who have shared the same thought…dreams that may seem trite can hold deep meaning, whereas something that should be very profound or at least disturb the waters might not be more than an interesting entry for a dream-diary.
This morning, shortly before waking I dreamed I was in an elevator that had a problem. Set aside the fact that upon waking I realized that in reality such an issue as I had faced would not be very likely, due to the logistics of elevator construction, dreams don’t care about piffles like that, and in my dream, due to a weight unbalance (cause by some rather lightweight chairs) the elevator I was in canted dangerously to one side and then the other. This was especially problematic due to the fact that three sides were glass (which is part of why the elevator was suspended in the air rather than safely enclosed in a shaft, I have to guess.) which ended up breaking on the second tilt. My companion in the infernal convayence was thrown out as it shattered, and I only managed to save myself by catching hold of a broken cable and dangling about five stories in the snowy air.
Yeah…like I said…it doesn’t make a lot of sense…regardless, I’m not real big on heights and, were I in any situation similar in waking life, I would be peeing myself. However, this particular dream was apparently intended only to process mental clutter, not to deal with subconcious (or concious) stress, and though I was intellectually frightened, it wasn’t a scary dream that I fell awake from disoriented and seeking comfort. I woke and then attemped to regain the dream and see what happened next.
Weird.
On the other hand, maybe my mind decided the fact that I looked like Katherine Heigl in my dreawm was a fair trade-off.
Oh…but I discovered, if you have to write poetry for a class in a dream, when you then attempt to read it aloud you will be very frustrated when, regardless of how good it was, you can not decipher the words you wrote.
Today the twins get baptized.
And Briggs and I are going to the zoo to see aminals in the snow.
And then we are going to go watch Love Actually with the gaming Corp.
And I need to get ready to go.
