"Bitch! I Don't Know Your Life!"

I met Chip Kidd today.

He is quite funny. Seeing and meeting him in person just makes me like him even more.

Oh goodness me-oh-my.
My life has become fuller, and I don't think that I would be quite how I am today if it weren't for him.
I mean, I've read both his novels, and The Cheese Monkeys definitely influenced me in my later high school years.
It awakened my love for the graphic design world.


But yeah, Chip Kidd's "Bitch, I Don't Know Your Life!" story is very much so like the La-A story, but so much better.
I want to go to New York City now.
And go to this KFC by Union Square.


LIFE! It's so energizing!


xo
Michael

(Can you tell I'm uber happy right now?)
P.S. Chip Kidd called himself a whore. :)

pre-semester stress.

I leave for Minneapolis tomorrow.
And I can't say I'm feeling too jazzed, I know I should be, but I'm not.

Here's why:
1) I had a good summer, and I still feel I should be here in Texas for just a bit longer, even if for a week.
2) Money issues. I'm good financial aid and tuition and stuff wise, I'm just not being too wise with my personal spending. So I'm afraid of where that's leading me. (down the path of starvation, i'm sure.)
3) This semester is going to be tough. Two reasons: Classes and their work, and attempting to make a relationship happen.

I mean, the freshman year excitement is wearing off and I know it, I can feel the woes of this semester bogging me down already.
I really should cheer up though, it's going to be nice up in Minneapolis compared to here. Sure, humid, but nice. Not blazing hot and oh-god-I-want-to-melt-like-butter-on-toast sort of hot.


Also, I'm on orientation crew, so that's pretty nifty. But the fact that the training takes up a lot of the day, in which that could be time i could be using to go back to working at the records office, making money as compared to what I make now (which is nothing by the way) makes me kind of sad.


I hate double-edged swords.



hoping his pre-semester blues commit suicide,

Michael

hey!

you know what's cool?



when reaverbots die.

a letter.

To those of you who read this blog, you are saints.
You may not understand how much it means to me to actually have people care for what I have to say.
But I care. Quite a bit. I shouldn't.


But anyways, besides the gratitude I just need to post this so I can come back to this and be disappointed in myself or be proud of myself.
Why?
Because I'm telling myself to FINISH YOUR ART!
AND UPDATE YOUR WEBSITE, IT'S JUST DISGRACEFUL AND YOU KNOW IT.



yeah, I like to beat myself up sometimes.

But future me, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not disappoint me or you.


-Michael

i think...

... I just had a little heart attack.


Those you care about the most can really scare you sometimes.

oh dear.

It's the end of the semester.
And here I is, at work.

I don't know why it's such a weird color... but it is.

I am packing and cleaning and putting things in storage.
I'm gonna miss this place, it kinda' rocks.
There is a katamari of papers that need to be thrown out and filed or whatever on my desk... it's a disaster blaster sir!

But let's see, last week there was a end of semester celebration thing and there was a dunk tank, here is the crowd from said dunk tank:

Also, guess what? I'm dating an awesome guy. His name is Alex, there he is in the background!

He's a comic major and he's a gentleman and he's awesome. :3

But yeah, say hello to Summer and goodbye to MCAD for now.
I will be back in the 612 in August.

Quote of the day

“Drinking out of a canning jar, formerly only a college occurrence, used to go hand-in-hand with thoughts like: “Are these hippies going to give me scabies?” and “If tofu can absorb any taste, could we go with a good one?” That was around the turn of the century, though, and things have changed. These days, when a girl in a high-waisted jumpsuit plunks a Ball jar down in front of me—whether it’s full of wine or chicken liver mousse—I think, “I must be very hip and bohemian. Thank God I turned out so cool."

-Nina Lalli