Why do people think my isight cam is a mirror??

i need to turn my mic on..

thats cameron’s hand..and thats victorias face..shes crazy..seriously..

what a nut

last class!!!

pretty chill…until we had to write for like 40 minutes

good stuff though

got out of class at 6..got off the bus at 7..went to borders to study with LILLY!

but i didnt study, i just looked at photog magazines and then convinced her to not study and go buy stuff..

finally remembered to turn my mic on FTW!!!

videos are fun..expect more of them

Foundations crap

first time ever using charcoal…its fun

took like 1 hour-ish?

hop on drizzy drake

the hottest artist on my ipod right now

Drake

well hip hop artist anyway

haha

The Presentation – Drake

and you can view his blog daily at

http://octobersveryown.blogspot.com/

because I love him

i bought dinner for my family and my dad’s friend the other day, my dad said he would pay me back

because i love him

…he didnt pay me back

today

he brought home some dinner for me

some wierd chinese seafood ive never seen in my life

its disgusting

…but i ate it

because i love him

hahaha

Gray Sheeps

Sixth floor, room 603, this is where my morning starts. Early mornings never worked that well for me, well unless it involves sleeping in. Room 603 is my foundations class, where I will have to establish myself as an artist through clusters of fundamental art theory and practice. Nobody likes re-learning the basics, especially at an art college, were all obsessed with how we are way (wayyyyyy) passed that. Before the semester began, we were told to forget everything we were taught in high school art; fortunate for me, I never paid much attention to my art classes. Something made the class way too formal for learning, art that is.

How can you teach someone to be a good artist? You can’t. You can teach people how to draw good lines and good circles, even great lines and circles, but lines and circles don’t make art. Just like letters and punctuations don’t make a poem. That’s what the entire art department symbolizes to me, that you can teach us all of the technique in the world, and we can still manage to turn it into crap and that too, is art, if we say it is. The sixth floor’s walls display student artwork from classes regularly. It feeds us, the students, inspiration. Good art or bad art, its still food; just like how writers progress from reading and writing, visual artists progress by looking and drawing, which in my opinion, is far easier than what writers have to do.

When I first came to Cornish, one of my biggest hesitations about the school was the “artsy-ness” factor. Yes, it’s a real word; it means, “to be self-consciously artistic.” Its fine to be artsy in high school, there are maybe a handful of students who claim themselves as artists. But now take those students and multiply them by one hundred. Scary right? Okay maybe not scary, but weird, really weird. I consider myself a pretty normal kid in my world; okay so not normal, but average. See where I’m going here? Artists are like the black sheep at school; we stand out in a crowd of white sheep. But Cornish is like the black sheep pasture; taking all of the black sheep from the field and sticking them together in one building. I was worried at first; I don’t like to represent myself as an artist, especially not a conceptual one. I’ve never been the most social type, but I do know I’m getting there.

The willingness to unite under a bond of what we share as common interests connects the student body at Cornish and perhaps our major may be the only thing we have in common. This is the design floor, this is where the design students play and over at Kerry Hall, that’s where the music and dance students play. “You dance? That’s cool, I do art.” I haven’t been enrolled long enough to experience the collaborations between the other departments, so I don’t know what’s going on with the other students. I’m a freshman; it’s supposed to be like that, well in high school at least.

Summary of this weekend

yesterday i almost died…

so im driving to west seatte to catch the ferry to a photoshoot over on vashon island

when i get off the freeway…i realize my brakes are cut..meaning no brakes…meaning cant stop..meaning wont stop

meaning cant stop wont stop rocafella records..cuz we get down baby, we get down

haha so i ran this red light because my brakes werent working and i had to swerv in and out to avoid traffic!!

ughhhhhhhhh no way i was going to take this death machine onto the ferry

so i parked in some neighborhood about half a mile away from the ferry because everywhere around the ferry required permit parking

got on the ferry to vashon island and did the shoot..got on the ferry back to seattle, and drove home without any brakes (stupidy or skill?)

Ferry Ride

Ferry Ride

Ferry Ride

Senior Pics

Senior Pics

Vashon Island, wow..wierd place..dont think i could ever live there..its like one of those joints from a Q13 teen show..remember dawson’s creek? before the hills..and shit like that..hahaha

anyways

had to go home and work on this foundations assignment..make something 3D out of manila folder paper

so we can attempt to blow it up life size with cardboard

heres what i made…tape glue and paper

Paper Bride

Paper Bride

Paper Bride

Paper Bride

Im still working on it

got two essays to write and a history exam to study for today

fuck college

korea, ill see you some day

something about today

so today is the big day, kbbq night with the guys…looks like were skipping option b and going straight for the kill with option a ($100??)

soju night too! i need a shot after losing my chance today

so lately, ive been getting back into my roots of korean movies and music, not the dramas..thats for girls (sorry benson)

anyways, there are two korean exchange students at cornish, ive talked to them a bit and theyre both really cool chicks

but today, while in the metro tunnel..an elderly korean couple from seoul approaches me and asks me how to get to uwajimaya, i tried to explain but decided to just take them there myself since i was in no rush to go home

they were cool..the lady felt on my arm to thank me..how erotic  :\

the husband was super cool though..he like whispered into my ears about how he was going to suprise his son (UW Student getting his PHD) with kimchee..then he whispered god bless you to me for taking them there..but when he whispers..its more like high volume talking next to my ear

so i go back into the tunnel and this cute azn girl walks by.. -____-

i was like omg shes cute

then she starts talking korean on the phone

i was like omg wtf

fuck..while im listening to big bang too

i tried to talk to her but my heart coudlnt stop pounding from my nervousness.. :\

then she got on the bus

i didnt know what to say..”hey i heard you speak in korean, do you like korean music?”

i would look like an idiot

and im alone all over again

time to play some arcade and eat some meats with benson

at school, its raining outside

maybe go to gameworks after class

got history in 10 minutes…

then two hour break, gonna play a game of 21 against this half black half white guy haha

then last class til 6!!!

just put 300 more songs on my ipod

which makes my journey home back home delightful

i’ve always..

on this blog, were all about popping cherries

post something you’ve always wanted to do

and find a way to do it through the blog

hahaha i dont know how you will

but it will be fun if you do

i’ve always wanted to see myself blink in real time

so with my handy isight cam

i present to you..the best action thriller of the year

Rain, Rain

finally back, ive missed you..

yes im emo

we’re half way through the weekend

then another week of school and then KBBQ NIGHT!!!

can the three heroes defeat option b? we could barely finish option c..

Korean BBQ

“Go your own way, today. It’s not healthy to depend on someone else, right now.”

My horoscope today..

PS,

My conversion to Mac has reached 100% OS X > Windows