Since I haven’t posted a real blog since the beginning of last month, I figured I was probably about due. Or overdue.
I don’t have much of anything to share, however. The main reason I haven’t been offering daily glimpses behind the glamorous facade of my life is that there really hasn’t been much going on. I have a theory–or at least a sincere wish–that my life will be interesting again one day (I’m hoping for ‘good interesting’) and that I will once again have more thrilling tales to avail the world with than; “I went to school,” “I did some homework,” or “(something about) my cats.”
For right now, well…I’m almost at the end of my autumn quarter and the above pretty much describes my life…but I suppose I can supply a highlight or two:
I completed the main project for my Dimensional Design class. This is the class mentioned in an earlier post due to the very frustrating teacher. He hasn’t gotten any better yet — he remains inflexible, demanding and overall, kind of douchy. The week before our projects were due he told the class that we had (another) night of studio (see: he doesn’t feel inspired enough to bother with us so he’s just going to let us work on our projects or not, as we see fit) and that he wanted us to “work on our projects, not come ask him questions about our projects”. This has been his attitude for pretty much the whole quarter. His reasoning is that “when we have a job in the real world, our boss won’t hold our hand through our project–he’ll just expect us to do it.” I get what he’s saying, but I feel that before we are trusted on large independent design jobs we will work with other teams, and before that have internships to learn how the design world works, and before that, we are supposed to have teachers helping us learn how to design.
Well, despite my teacher’s inherent unhelpfulness, between the two of us, Briggs and I managed to pull together a project that looked pretty darn sweet and got me an ‘A’. Due to above mentioned inflexibility, however, anyone who wasn’t there on the dot of 6, project in hand, got–as far as I can tell–an auto-fail. Including, not only the people who skipped class that week in hopes of dodging the due date, but also the girl who got to class a mere half hour late in tears with a project she had experienced great difficulty fitting in her car.
My teacher’s attitude combined with the fact that I arrive at school at 1pm and then wait 5 hours for a class that more often than not consists of him calling roll and then telling us we have ‘studio time’ makes me glad I only have two more sessions of that class to sit through–in one of which we are supposed to actually be doing…something.
Other than that…my other two classes are going unexcitingly alright. I’m doing well enough, though not thrilling over every assignment. The final project for my Electronic Production class was creating a new package for something, so I made a circus tent-shaped box for the ever-famous ‘Barnum’s Animals Crackers’. It came out acceptably well. The box shape is nice, though I miscalculated end-size on a couple of the exterior elements and subsequently ended up with my informational blurb at a font-size that might require a magnifying glass to read…but it isn’t due until the end of class tomorrow so I can talk to my teacher and fix little issues like that.
The part of my week when I was not working on my circus box was spent planning on getting around to working on my Illustration final project, which I made very little headway on, cleaning the kitchen and making a pot of beef stew which I just now managed to burn while reheating by getting distracted writing a blog. I also tried parting my hair on the side I normal don’t, but I really didn’t like it and when I washed my hair tonight, I returned my locks to their normal arrangement.
Yesterday it snowed until about mid-afternoon…but it was light powdered-sugar snow that drifted down and just barely dusted everything in a sprinkle of white. Everywhere else seems to be getting more snow than we are.
This evening, Briggs and I went shopping and it was an overall annoying experience from the get-go, overflowing with us not finding what we were looking for and other people’s irritating children. But we did finally get a crock pot and I look forward to experimenting with cooking in it. Also, I finally purchased a lemon zester.
Robin Goodfellow has reached an age where he is causing trouble if he is awake…his latest favorites include:
stealing push-pins from the cork-board which results in a) all the stuff pinned to the cork-board not being pinned anymore, and b) me being constantly worried that he’s going to eat a push-pin and die.
stealing my makeup sponges, no matter how well tucked away they are.
climbing on the shelves over my fishtank and next to my desk and knocking everything down while I’m trying to sleep.
…soon we will neuter him, and it will be a joyful joyful day.
So, like I said: “I went to school”, “I did some homework” and “something about my cats”
Hey, only a year and a little to go before I might have real stuff to tell you.
What have I told you about wishing your life were more interesting? You know I don’t like to see you suffer, so if I truly think you desire this, I will go out of my way to create drama in your life. I’m not sure what I can do from the other side of the country, but I will think of something…
dude, I said that I’m hoping for ‘GOOD interesting’.
That being the case, however, you are a wonderful friend for making this offer and I thank you. But don’t trouble yourself.
Well, it is too late. I just tracked down your long lost twin sister, who has been in a coma for the last 28 years, and she is on her way to PA to kidnap you and take over your life. The plan is for her to become pregnant with Briggs’ child, right before he discovers the truth about her. He will then be torn between wanting to do right by his unborn child and wanting to track you down. Your sister won’t be able to help find you, as she will have returned to her comatose state. Briggs will roam the world looking for you, as a single father, until he discovers that the child is not actually his, but was actually fathered by a cousin who looks just like him. Once he finds you, it will be too late. You will have been brain washed to be in love with Helga, the burly woman who is your jailor, and will reject Briggs. He will return home, dejected. Luckily, seeing him will have jarred your memories, and you will remember that you are not a lesbian, and that you love Briggs. Unluckily, you will still be held prisoner by Helga. You will manage to send a message by pigeon to Briggs, and he will return to rescue you, but be hit over the head by Helga and suffer from amnesia. You will manage to escape with him, and spend the journey home showing him why he fell in love with you to begin with. When you get back home, you will find that the house was blown up by your twin sister, who has awoken from her coma. You and Briggs will decide that you must create new identities, and move back to CA. You will become Sonia, the smart business executive, and Briggs will become Enrico, your Latin poolboy/lover.
Do me a favor and try to be surprised when this all goes down.
First, let me just say that I’m pretty sure my name hasn’t appeared that many times in one place, ever.
Second, I’m not really sure i could pull off being a Latin anything. Have you seen me?
That’s ok, I’m not sure that Ra can pull off business executive, either. I love you sweetie, but I can’t see you wearing a power suit and carrying a briefcase.
1.) I could totally pull off a power suit. I look good in tailored styles.
2.) Now that you have told me how it’s going to go down, my life for the next 2.5 years will be totally predictable.
3.) This Briggs you speak of who would be torn between “wanting to do right by his unborn child” and wanting to track me down? Have you MET my boyfriend? He would never get trapped by such a crisis of conscience. He’d ditch the unborn child and either look for me or decide that he really missed his money being his own. And my mom would be thrilled to have a grandchild, so she’d take it, problem solved! I, personally, have always wondered what prison is like and that might give me some time to work on my abs. And I’ve also always wanted a twin, and since we have spooky identical twin senses, she’ll know that and want the same, so in the end we’d be working together…or she’d end up dead…I mean, there’s at least a 50/50 chance that I’m the evil one.
4.) I do rather like the name ‘Sonia’, but I have learned, unfortunately, that I can’t pull of Russian. I have tried on those Russian style fur hats and always expect to look like a femme fatale, and without fail I look ridiculous instead.
Oh, but you might be right about the briefcase.
I know you look good in tailored styles, but a power suit would involve you wearing pencil skirts and stilettos, neither of which you are a fan of.
I like how you negate the possibility of Briggs caring about the kid, but it is perfectly reasonable that he can become your Latin lover
Briggs claims his name has never been used so often, but he obviously forgot about this extremely old and badly formatted Crotchmail article “Briggs Underwater Adventure”
http://www.crotchmail.com/2005/12/briggs-underwater-adventure/#content
Enjoy
We used to live in the Mexican ghetto. I’m sure he can at least wing it And there was all that time he spent in Mexico with God in the 70s. But I think him worrying about his unborn child is carrying suspension of disbelief a little far.