I haven't eaten yet today.
I still don't have a job.
I am seriously considering drinking a good portion of the leftover alcohol from the party that we have in our refrigerator.
During/after drinking, I may watch more Firefly or play some Dragon Age.
Maybe I will finish the sketch I said I was going to email to my Uncle yesterday. hmm. Maybe if I leave photoshop open, I will magically get the urge to create.
I want to make the bedroom more comfy somehow. The mattress is a piece of crap and we have 2 comforters that don't fit the bed which we are either a. fighting over or b. using 1 each. I love living with Saker, but I don't really feel at home in this apartment. Maybe because I'm not paying for it? Maybe because it's filled with mostly Saker's furniture and Saker's posters are covering every inch of wall space. I have a few posters up, but they just get lost in the crowd.
We're playing D&D now with a bunch of old people. It's nice to get out of the house and hang out with other people, but it feels weird and forced. I want to get a job and if it's far away find a cute/cheap apartment that's not in a basement. Ideal locations: basically anywhere by the ocean, preferably New England region and, in my dreams, BOSTON.
Lots of wants and not really much drive to get anything that I want. It feels so nice to be lazy, cook, and play video games... but I think somewhere along the line I lost my drive to do anything.
My life is good, but it feels like there are a lot of things missing from it. I don't know exactly what those things are.

My parents live such a depressing life. I want to win the lottery to pay off all their debts and give them money so they can just retire early and be happy. I don't know if my parents can live a happy life anymore.
They'd spend money on vodka still. Either they can't stop drinking alcohol, or they're just not trying, even though my dad has no job. I saw two huge empty bottles of vodka in the pile of stuff to go in the recycling. That, and they were drunk and extremely argumentative when I came home Sunday evening. Well, mainly my mother. My dad just gets belligerent when people talk to him. If left to his own devices, he probably wouldn't bother anyone. Though he does tend to loudly put his two cents in at any time when my mom and I are having a conversation.
My parents argue with each other all the time because they're horrible at communicating with each other. When I commented on it, my mom brought up the fact that their 25th (25th!!) anniversary is this Tuesday. She said something about them making it this far despite the arguments. I asked them what they were going to do for their anniversary, and they both agreed they couldn't do anything because they couldn't afford it. How fucking depressing is that?
Not that they really do anything with each other. I almost never see them be affectionate toward each other. In fact, I rarely ever see them being pleasant to each other. It's either neutral conversation or arguing.
They sit at home all day. My dad looks for jobs and plays mindless video games. No, really. He plays freecell, solitare, and occasionally Wii golf for hours. My mom exercises in the morning, gardens, does housework, and emails/talks to her family. My dad helps with the gardening and does the bulk of the yardwork. The majority of their time is spent watching TV. And every single night, they drink martinis. While watching TV, of course. They even leave the TV on during dinner when we (my brother and I) are at home, now.
Whatever. If they got along well and seemed like they still cared for each other, I wouldn't be as concerned about what they spent their time doing. I probably wouldn't even care that they drank, so long as they seemed like they still loved each other. But it really doesn't seem like it to me. And I blame it all on their inability to communicate properly with each other. How did these people ever get married?

It'd just be nice to think that my parents might be happy, despite their problems. But I truly believe they are unhappy. And I'm helpless to do anything about it... as if I didn't have my own problems to worry about.

FUCK.
This is the third time I've tried to take a class in the MDIA school. The first two I had to fight for but I managed to get in. I started very early with trying to get into the last one I needed for spring quarter, emailing the professor as soon as I could start registering for classes and explaining that I'm a graduating senior. He tells me he'll put me on the list of people that need pink slips, and will send out an email in the week when we can come pick them up. 10 days go by and I hear nothing, so I email him. He just emailed me back, saying that he sent out an email earlier this week and he "accidentally left (my) name off the list" and "unfortunately" the class is full.
WHAT THE HELL. Why do I keep getting strung along by these dicks in the MDIA school? It's not like I'm fucking around taking classes I don't need. I NEED THIS CLASS TO GRADUATE. I can't believe this happened a third time, and I'm appalled at the behavior of the administration in the MDIA school. I'm getting treated like trash because my major isn't one of their majors. What a crock.


Ugh. I can't even express how disgusted I am right now. Not to mention horrified at the fact that I might not be able to grauate this spring because of the MDIA school administration's atitude. I wish I didn't have to take their fucking class! I don't want my money going to them! Unfortunately, I have no choice but to play their little games.


And what can I do? Who do I go to to talk about this? Or do I just get to sit here and take their shit even though I'm paying for my education? I want to complain to someone that has some sort of pull and can make changes so other students don't have to go through this BS, someone that can give the MDIA school the reprimand they deserve.

1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random” or click here! The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations" or click here! The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” or click here! Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

I did this yesterday but didn't think to post it. HA HA. I cheated, too. The crap I got the first time around was supa lame, yo. And the second time around about 90% of the pictures on the page were copyrighted so I couldn't save 'em. So I just found one on the page that I liked that wasn't copyrighted. ANYWAY it's supposed to be fun, right? I had fun.

Who wants a holiday card? I'm getting ready to make them. I'm screening the comments so you can post your addresses. My only hint as to what they'll look like is that they will have these cute little bumpties on them.

They might be convertible to artist trading card size, but we'll see.
I'm making one for everyone who's coming to my party. So if that includes you, MOVE ALONG.

I'm so excited. I want them NOW.

I took a picture for Nicole.


I also felt productive today. I made inarizushi, onigiri, and curry. Soon I will make a bento with the curry, as well as currybread/KARE FUCKING PAN. YES. I did some laundry and washed dishes, too. I have done everything today except homework. Siiiiiighhhhhhhhhhh. Why am I dumb? Shiriously.

\( Ò A Ó )/

I love my boyfriend so much.

What's that you say? You don't care about my boyfriend and want to see the curry I made? Okay.



Hmmmm? You say you want to see a close up?


Commence self-fondling. Aaaaannnnd I should go and try to work on something. I guess. :

+ passenger seat of my car = horrified Erin.

Yes...
there was, in the passenger seat of my car, a single, 11-inch long, light-brown dreadlock. Cut off from someone's head and stuffed through the tiny crack in the window of my car sometime within the last 24 hours.

Can anyone think of a reason for someone to do this? Sheer stupidity and/or drunkenness is my best guess.

This morning...






...I made a delicious.

I lost my fucking 1 gig flash drive with my work on it. No idea where I could have possibly lost it other than Saker's car (which I checked) or the airport parking lot in Columbus. >:|
FART ASS
Update 7/2/08: One of the lab workers in the multimedia lab where my first class of the day is found it, and I got it back. Yay.
Also, it's almost 4 AM and I'm not doing the work that was the original reason for me staying up late. D:


ALSO ALSO,
i think saker is pretty.
( My favorite pictures include these ones. )

Recently, we concluded ( two things. )

So now that I got that out my system, maybe I can go get some work done...

Dear people in front of me in row 4 of my VICO 140 class:
You are annoying, obnoxious, and loud. Your sarcastic enjoyment of our professor's pre-class music isn't funny. Can't you guys be quiet for two bloody hours?

THAT BEING SAID.
Hi livejournal. I should be studying for a test. But here I am, writing an entry 1 minute after my class has started. Well, my teacher just walked in.

Note to self:
buy canned air for this skanky laptop.
shower
study for math test tomorrow
eat leftover burritos


p.s. If anyone knows somewhere that's hiring, let me know. I desperately need a job.

SAKER IS SUPER NEATO!
sweet. jesus.

For as much I've bitched & complained about, abused, and neglected him -- he has smashed away everything bad with an enormous hammer (HINT: HIS PENIS)
read: I adore this man.





also i have a new phone

Fuck, man. My mom knew the whole time that I lost my job at Nelson. She didn't tell me who told her. And if it's someone who reads my journal, well... I might have to friend lock it or something.
Anyway.
I feel awful -- if I don't bring my grades up this quarter, I'm fucked and I fuck my parents over. AND if I don't find a job sometime this winter how the hell am I gonna pay for shit next quarter? Let alone cosplay. I *really* need that job at Seaman's. I hope they call me back... I should just set up interviews at Kinkos just in case.

BLSDHFLSBFLHDSLFBDF

I need a miracle.

I had...a kind of disturbing dream last night. I'm starting to lose some of it, so I thought I'd post it here before I forgot everything.

So the first things I can remember from the dream is this shopping area that's been in my dreams before. It's kinda old, with mainly clothing stores. There's this one that I go into that's kinda dark, and the people running the place don't want me to be there. For some reason I remember thinking the clothes were expensive yet at the same time I felt like it was a thrift store. I just didn't belong somehow. So I left the place and went back to my apartment, which was apparently out the back door of that store.
So I'm in our apartment, which looks ...different, but sorta has the same layout, and some crazy dude busts in and threatens to shoot people. He looks kinda weird in my mind: thin, light hair, balding/very very short hair maybe. I somehow shoot him (with some gun that I have no idea how I got), but it doesn't hurt him and he runs out and over to the apartment next to us and shuts the door. I start panicking and trying to contact the police, but it's hard to get a hold of them or they're slow or something. I'm also afraid to talk normally because I'm afraid the killer will hear me. Someone in charge of the apartments calls me and tells me that there's a killer in the apartment next to me, and asks me to help out. I tell him I know about it and I don't know what to do, since I'm waiting for the police to come.
I get off the phone with him and some reporter lady comes in. She's super tall, and she's wearing a giant purpley red coat, and has short 2 - color hair. She asks questions and I start freaking out because the police hasn't come yet and I'm afraid the reporter will attract the attention of the killer and get herself or us (me and whoever else was in the apartment -- there were other people, I just don't remember who they were or if I even recognized them.) hurt. She leaves before the killer comes back over. The killer does, in fact, come back over. He holds a gun to someone in the apartment and tells nobody to move or he'll shoot him/her. I shoot him in the chest, and then in the head, before he can even get a shot off. I remember being relieved and leaving my apartment while the police did their thing.
I don't remember much else. It's just ...really weird for me to have a dream like this. I've never dreamed about killing someone before, as far as I can remember. D:

BLAH.

That's sort of how I'm feeling this quarter. I don't feel bad, but I'm not doing well. My grades are mediocre this quarter. I got fired from Nelson because I called in sick on Halloween weekend. There are a few family issues that are constantly worrying me in the back of my mind. On top of that, my future is very uncertain, and it makes me uneasy.
I feel like my second option major (after being rejected from graphic design), interactive multimedia, is going to reject me because I have "too many credit hours". Apparently if a student takes longer than 4 years to complete their program, they won't allow them to transfer into their program. The reason for this, as the assistant director of the program informs me, is because the university "deducts points" from their school. I can see why point deduction would be an issue for them, but I don't understand why it's such a big issue. I mean, will they really turn down a student because of some numbers? It's my fucking career, and my fucking loans that I'm going to have to pay off. With these kinds of things at stake, can they really justify denying a student entrance into their major program?
I don't know yet.
All I can really say at this point is I'm losing my respect and faith in Ohio University. Not that there was much there to begin with. It's just that... ever since I came to OU, they've been consistently disappointing me. The dorms are terrible, the art building is barely more than a vandalized warehouse, the services provided here aren't nearly worth what you pay for them, and the student body isn't much more than a bunch of non-stop-partying fraternities and sororities. Sure, you get the occasional gem, but this school is so homogeneous it's mind-numbing. I nearly transferred out after only my first year here; however, I chose an overly expensive school, and I let my attachment to my friends get in the way of making drastic changes in my academic career.
Those things aside, I'd like to point out that I'm not a bad student. In fact, I've been a great student for most of my life. I graduated in the top 10% of my high school class. I'm not super exceptional; I got a little over a 4.0 GPA, a 23 on the ACT, and a 1220 on the SAT. I made the Dean's list my first quarter here at OU. I can't exactly blame OU for the decline in my grades, but I've only done poorly in a few classes. But what's the big fucking deal? You don't have to be a super exceptional student to get decent grades and graduate in the major of your choice at a public university, right? RIGHT?!?
So then what fucking gives? I put time, hard work, and who the fuck knows how much money I poured into my art and graphic design classes. I went blindly through 2 years of college, my art teachers leading me on, encouraging me to continue. My GPA steadily decreasing because I was spending so much time on the ridiculous projects my studio classes put me through. But I still got good grades. By the end of my 2nd year, however, I was getting sick and missing my classes because of the projects I was working on for my last graphic design class before the portfolio submission. I managed to get my portfolio put together -- and I must say, it looks damn good -- and guess what? The haughty, pretentious graphic design professors refused to let me continue in their program. I wasn't good enough to get a graphic design degree at Ohio University. I am just as good as any of those people that applied. However, I got tossed to the wayside because the professors wanted to make their program look difficult to get into. This was their way of trying to improve their reputation in the art world -- these people care not for the students they are educating. They're out to make themselves look good.
I should have known. I wish I could have known. I saw, over those two years, just how people in the art world are. I should have seen this kind of thing coming. I'm not one of those people: I just want to get my degree and get a decent job. But I blindly continued on in their program, and I let myself get crushed because I was naive.
It's hard for me to blame myself in this situation... I could have worked harder in my classes! I could have talked to more people in the program, I could have talked to more advisers! But I really did talk to a lot of people about graphic design. My flaw was in the fact that all of the people I talked to were in the art "business".
In any case, in the last few weeks of spring quarter of my second year at OU, I kinda gave up. I felt lost. I felt so ashamed and just utterly apathetic about the rest of my classes that it was all I could do to force myself to go to classes. I ended up getting terrible grades that quarter. Over the summer I decided that the next best thing was to go to the School of Visual Communication, and see what kind of major they had that fit with what I wanted to do in life. Their interactive multimedia program was exactly what I was looking for -- it's just a shame that I didn't see it from the beginning. But since I didn't, I have to go through all kinds of hoops to transfer into the major. I have to write a statement of purpose, submit a resume, get 3 recommendation letters, a portfolio, and have certain classes taken before I can even apply to transfer into the major.
So, I talked to the assistant director in the program over the summer, and he seemed to think that it was possible, and to apply once I had more classes taken care of.
I met with him again this quarter, brought my portfolio with me, and asked him for a more straightforward answer on whether or not it was possible for me to get in. He said the big issue was that I'm only 55 credit hours away from being able to "graduate". He asked me to get a what-if DARS and see how long it would take me to finish their program, assuming I'd be able to get in. I talked to the adviser in their college, and she gave me a lot of hope. She seemed to think it was possible for me to do it within their time limit. I excitedly emailed the assistant director about it, telling him some of the major points of what me and the adviser talked about. He didn't say much in his response, but apparently he had a talk with the adviser who in turn emailed me, reminding me that much of what she said were only maybe possible in the best circumstances. I called her (as she requested I do in her email), and she told me she'd give my what-if DARS to the official Director of the program I want to get into to see what he could do. I'm not really certain if I'm still supposed to set up another meeting with them, or if she'll contact me once they come to some kind of decision. She also told me that I wouldn't be able to apply until Spring, and that I might not be able to get into some of the classes that I need to get into on time (since I need to be accepted into the major, first). So all of the hope that I had the previous day was pretty much eliminated, and left with only ambivalence.
So now I wait for college faculty to decide, yet again, if I'm to be admitted into their program. Who knew getting the major you want, even in a public university, could be so difficult? Even for a good student, this is just ridiculous. At this point, I'm just waiting for them to tell me that it's too difficult for them to let me into their program. Then I'll go to the telecommunications people and get into a major that doesn't require such ridiculous measures. After that, it'll probably take me another 2 years to complete my major.
Whoever said college was the best time of their life, probably didn't have a very good life to begin with.

Um. Hellooo?
Echo.

I haven't posted here in ages. Not that stuff hasn't been going on in my life that I'd like to write about...it's just that I've been finding myself telling people about my experiences in real life rather than on the intrablag. Which is an improvement for me.

SO! ALL YOU HUEG ERIN FANS NEED TO KNOW:

-I'm going into Interactive Multimedia now, hopefully. It's in the school of Visual Communication.
-I have to go through another portfolio review and recommendation process. Yay. Also, I can't spell recommendation.
-I have a car now. It's not exactly officially mine, but I'll have it probably until it finally craps out.
-I have a crazy amount of reading to do this quarter already, and 3/4 of my classes are at the 100 level, since I "changed" majors.
-I want to go to Ping more, if only just to use the treadmill. Someone please go with me.
-I think for the new layout I want to do for JCON's website will have a ninja or samurai related theme.
-I'm going to be cosplaying Anne (Harvest Moon 64), Daisy (Mario Superstar Baseball), and Lammy (UmJammer Lammy, obviously). I will be poor forever.
-I bought this silly little paint and plant yourself kitty/chia pet type thing from walmart's clearance section. I'm working on painting it.

Adorable, no? Eeehhh. D: Oh, and that little paper bag behind him? You know what that is?

That's NUM NUMS. Nik-l-nips. Shiiiinyyyyy. Also, fun to consume.

Yes, this image was necessary. You ...wanted to see my face. Yyeepp.

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I AM A COPYCAT. <3u dani & saker


Spring Quarter!

--	M	TU	W	TH	F	S	SUN
9AM	-	-	-	-	-	Work	Work
10AM	-	-	-	-	-	Work	Work
11AM	MATH 115	MATH 115	MATH 115	MATH 115	MATH 115	Work(till 11:30)	Work(till 11:30)
12PM	-	-	-	Work	-	-	-
1PM	ART 255	Work(1:30)	ART 255	Work	Work	-	-
2PM	ART 255	Work	ART 255	Work	Work	-	-
3PM	ART 255	Work(till 3:30)	ART 255	Work	Work	-	-
4PM	-	-	-	-	-	-	-
5PM	-	-	-	-	-	-	-
6PM	-	-	-	-	Work(6:30)	-	-
7PM	-	JCON Meeting	-	-	Work(till 9 or so)	-	-

Gotta love online classes freeing up time. Possibly a job schedule and AIGA meetings to be added later, though.

UPDATE! I added my work schedule.

Spring break was amazing. I feel ready, and I have pretty high hopes for this quarter.
For everything.