I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

So, uh. It's kind of been awhile since I've posted on this. Vacation, illness, life, etc gets in the way sometimes. But I'm here now if you want me to be. Yes? You do? Ok.

A few days ago was STAC Live, my very first one in fact. It was fun. I think for the most part the reaction from the audience was good, although not everyone there was respectful. That's ok though, not everyone is going to like what you're doing, nor is everyone always going to like you. No problem. I just wish some of the comments could have been kept silent but again: no problem.

Due to my being sick I couldn't participate in STAC Live as much as planned. Contrary to what you may have thought I didn't mind being in the dance. I would've preferred to not be in it and I guess ultimately I got my wish. Anytime something is asked of me that I'm not really comfortable with I still do. In the end I know it'll make me better. I'm sure there would be some circumstances where I would probably have to object but that would be something extreme. No I'm not going to think of an example because I'm just not feeling that clever tonight. Sorry.

On every season of America's Next Top Model there would be a "makeover" episode where they would get all new haircuts and a label for their style. There would always be that one girl who would cry about how much she loves her long hair and doesn't want to dye it, even if it made her look 10x better. When I think about that it helps me when I'm put in situations that I don't want to be in, i.e. dancing, because I know in the end it would make me more comfortable with myself, etc. I know the deal, I know I'm awkward, I know you're trying to change that. Good luck.

And thank you Tyra.

Feeld Trihp

We went on a field trip last Friday.
I was most excited to see Klimt at Neue Gallery. It's mostly because I'm so envious of his painting skills. I wouldn't have the patience to make all of those dots, nor would I have the talent to make it look like anything. Anything at all.
Every time, or the past 2 times, we've gone to a museum to look at a particular artist's work I've felt overwhelmed, mostly when I see the signature of said artist. It feels eerie. This also happened when I read the diary of Anne Frank and saw Picasso's work hanging at MoMA. Because you know it's so significant and important and there it is in front of you the actual thing, for lack of a better word. And it's almost impossible to really hate "it" because you know it's such a big deal. Like The Beatles.
I got to see the tree. The tall buildings around it made the tree look smaller. And it's a big tree.
I really loved the show. Unlike in Cage, I thought every cast member was incredible. Especially the band. The way the cast all harmonized was so beautiful. I also liked their one hit wonder covers after the show. I feel like I should be discussing something more significant like the fact they incorporated a screen into the show or how they flew at one point. I liked the music.
What else, what else, what else?
We, my group and I, looked at the windows displays at Saks, I liked that part too. And...
And we also went to Central Park that was really nice. I really liked that part. I was expecting it to be colder. It wasn't. These words are fillers I haven't much else to say. Good night. I liked the trip. Ok, good night.

Sunday Fun Day

This post has nothing to do with Sunday being a fun day or the Bangles. I just wanted that as a title.
I was absent for 2/5 days this week. I know I missed The Prisoner. Poo. And I'm assuming collaging. I really like collaging. It doesn't really involve any thinking. Which is nice sometimes. Cut and paste and then you've got something. Sadly, I only got to make one but I'm excited to see it hung up in the halls.
I want to do more. MORE.
Please.
Tomorrow, or technically today looking at the time, I'm going to finally start up my 365. I think it'll be fun. I subconciously "bitch" everyday I might as well write it down to look back on.
Although I probably won't look back on it much and if I do I'd probably break my computer. I never like my work for more than a week. If even. Every paper I've ever written, every text, every picture, every conversation. Hate it. I always feel like I sound stupid or like I'm trying too hard. Which is ironic because if anything I don't try hard enough. When I try too much it comes out worse I think. I don't know if it's me not trying hard enough or maybe I'm just acting on what I'm thinking so it seems like I'm not working hard at all. Get it?
We'll see, we'll see. I think it'll be satisfying once I'm in the hundreds, even if they're all horrible posts, it's nice to stick with something.

my first late post of the year

I'm actually pretty proud that I've kept up with my blogs. Except for today I mean.
Today I worked on a few more sketches. I don't think I'm getting much better at it. I space out while I sketch and when I finally wake up from my temporary coma I realize I've just scribbled an oval with what looks like fur. Hopefully I'll get better at it.
I'm also hoping that this will help me in the future when I'm extremely successful in the advertisement world. Because I will be.
I still haven't got a clue on what to do for my 365 (see previous blog post).
I'm going to apply for some internships at advertisement firms soon so I can learn a bit over the summer. Maybe they'll like me.
I'm sorry this is so short but I really don't feel like I have anything of value to say today. Or most days. But especially today. It happens.

Daily Practice. Again.

I'm still having trouble coming up with something to do for my daily practice to get better at what I want to do. Advertising.
I like the thought of my ideas influencing other people to do or buy something. It's funny. Well not really funny, kind of scary. That little things can influence a person so much. Little things like color and music. I don't think most people think about that. Most of the things you buy are because of the flashy advertisements not because you really need them. There's something fun about it.
I haven't got many ideas for what I could do. Basically because they're all the same idea. I wouldn't mind reading. I wouldn't mind do anything. I don't know. I don't know what to do that would actually help me improve on my knowledge/skill of advertising. Skill of advertising doesn't sound right. Skill of advertising.
I'm not totally sure what I have to do to work in advertising. I assume I need to take marketing or communications or advertising classes in college. But then what? Do I just apply for a job? Where do I start? What is the process? Where do I end? How much of the process am I a part of? Do I work alone or with a partner? Etc. etc. etc. I'm nervous.
I haven't got much influence to work off of. Only from what I see on television (Full House) and what I can assume.
I think reading would be most helpful. But I'd prefer to let you decide if you don't mind.
I figure there are hundreds and hundreds of books on propaganda that I could read up on. Read up on. That could help me(?). I'm really, really stuck. Really. I'd like to understand the business of it. Although this is an art program, business is an art. But I'm not sure how I could incorporate that into a daily practice. I'm just throwing out some of the things going in my head I'm lost. I am lost.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Daily Practice

When I grow up I want to work in advertising. Preferably writing commercials and jingles. I'm always coming up with jingles in my head and think of ways to improve commercials that are already out. I usually forget a few seconds later. But I'm happy I'll get to write them down to see how I can improve on them and eventually to see how much I've improved.
So I decided for my daily practice I'm going to write a jingle each day on anything I see.
I'm hoping this will help me become better at being creative on a dead line. And being creative in general.
I like the idea of maniplulating people into buy things. I like having that kind of control. If you think about it the only reason people buy anything is because of advertising. It's actually scary. To think just because something is bright red or sparkly with an upbeat tune people are more prone to buying it. It says a lot about us as a society. But now I'm getting off topic.
I think this will be fun. And will ultimately help me in college and hopefully when I get a job after college. Bite me economy.
Not hopefully. I will get a job i advertising. I will. I will I will.

Maturity

This week is a huge blur. Too many last minute quarter assignments and tests on my teachers part. So i'd like to talk about something I've been thinking about lately: maturity.
I've been wondering what exactly makes one mature. I have a few friends that I think would like to think they are super mature and smart but really they're just pretentious, overdramatic, jerks who lack certain people skills that make them seem less human.
Did I say they were my friends?
I can't stand how they think they're so mature just because they're maybe more selfaware than the average 16 year old. I am guilty of sometimes feeling superior to some of the more "dicky" kids in the school but at the same time I'm happy they're dicks! Usually because it makes me feel better about myself. But also because I'm happy for them. Because although there might be a chance that they don't grow out of it when they're older they're just plain stupid for the rest of their lives, but there's also a chance that they'll have really good memories that sum up the times. I don't want to say I'm jealous of that mostly because I hate pitying anyone especially myself.
I think I just went somewhat off of what I was saying earlier in the blog post.
What's more mature? Being self-aware, using big words, and being an articulate speaker? Or being oneself even if that means you're an obnoxious tool?