Photography

I'm currently taking my first photography class in college. 

It's the last class I need to finish for my major classes.

I took film photography, dark room and all, in Junior High.

Over 6 years ago.

Ms. Wilhelm scared the pants off of me. I took every class of hers.

She hated me and kicked me out of her last and final class that I had taken.

My goal was to never take photography again, she ruined it for me. 

Obviously it was a goal that would never be met.

I found that UVU gives an online photography class that way I don't have to face any professors. Thank you. I'm pretty much loving it.

I hate the smell.

My room smells like printmaking and my hands smell like oil based clay.

Maybe some day I'll get used to it.

Or maybe I won't.

Sculpting went a little something like this today...

In printmaking I keep to myself most of the time.

I'm usually the one in the upper right corner.

Today a girl came and sat behind me. 

She was working on her etching. 

She was the demonstrator. In other words the teacher used her etching to show the class how to do things. Lucky son of a gun.

She had some exposed edges on her copper that the acid would eat if they weren't covered. 

My teacher brought over some supplies to show the class how to do so.

She left for a minute and the class went back to there seats.

Me and this girl were looking at this red goop. 

It had some that leaked over the edge of the bottle. 

We looked at each other. 

"Do you know what that stuff is?" she asked

"Ha, no. Do you?"

"no"

She touched the outer edge. She got it all over her finger tips, she quickly looked for a place to whip them off. She ended out whipping them off on a piece of cardboard.

She looked back at me, I shrugged my shoulders, as if it was no biggy.

This Story is going somewhere I promise.

A few minutes later our teacher comes back and tells the class to gather around

She puts her gloves on, grabs the bottle of red goop and proceeds to tell us that it is EXTREMELY toxic.

So toxic in fact that it will even start to disintegrate your gloves on contact.

Do NOT get it on your skin under any circumstances.

I look up at the girl, she's looking at me with wide eyes.

While we're getting this 15 minute lecture, me and this girl are looking at each other with fear in our eyes,

trying to hold in our laughter, and the scare that has almost made us pee our pants.

Don't worry she survived.

Printmaking,

I enjoy it.

Late last night I was still at school. Printing.

I made Tam come with me. She skyped Phillip while I inked away.

At 10 o' clock I ran out of paper. I got one good print out of ten. 

I'm supposed to have six to turn in.

I didn't care.

I was there for four hours.

It was good enough for me. 

I just hope my teacher likes it.

Oh and I'm permanently this way... okay not permanently but temporarily.

The art blog,

has merged with this one.
It's easier that way.
I basically blog about my art any who.
Killing two birds with one stone I tell ya.

My print is done.

It's not as rad as I'd like it to be.

I need to do a little fixin.

That is all.

Oh and my teacher found out that I was a twinner today.

She was wondering why I changed clothes. 

Hehe.

Ridiculous.

I've had major homework.

MAJOR.

Sculpting and printmaking.

My worst nightmares.

Sculpting was something new.

We started out with picking an animal. I can't tell you how many clay drafts I went through.

I started with a lion, lizard, dog, alligator, rhino, elephant, and more that I can't think of at the moment.

I landed on a frog. It was cute. 

I put my draft to work.

I started sculpting, kill me.

I took a horrible cut out of it. It was looking awful, so I went to the store with my dadeo and bought some plaster to mix up myself.

It was the wrong color...which I didn't figure out until it sat for the 8 hours to set up.

So I returned to the beast.

I almost died when this happened

I glued it, it didn't work.

I know it's ugly but it still hurt me inside.

My only options were to admit to my teacher what I had done and beg him to make me more or to fix this mess myself.

I was too chicken. I went and bought more plaster. Yay it was the right kind.

I started, then realize a little too late that the eyes had been shaved flat by none other than me.

I glued plaster to it. It didn't work.

We formed new plaster over it dipping one of the eyes in a cup. It got stuck...in the cup...just my luck. We had to break it off. It worked. We dipped the other and chipped of the cup.

I started to carve once again. The new plaster broke off and I was back where I started with the flat eyes. I mixed thick plaster and rubbed layer upon layer letting it dry for an hour and finally got the shape I wanted. I carved away the unwanted and was left with this.

 It's mostly done! Thank goodness!

While this was going on I was worried about this little project or a rather large one (18x24). 

It's the rough draft.

I needed to finish up the tires.

Lucky I have a twin for that. She was awesome, still is.

It's the CVO Breakout. 

I'm doing it for my Dad. It's his favorite bike.

Hey Hey Hey

I've deleted over 100 friends on facebook.

i should have deleted more but frankly I like to stalk the ones i didn't.

I want to fly some where i've never been preferably New York or Hawaii.

Am I always talkin about those two places in particular?

Yep. One day i'll buy a one way ticket.

This next summer.

I wish I had a story to tell.

I went to the institute dance

I painted a UVU shirt just for the occasion.

There were a lot of people there.

We danced like crazy just us two. 

We were asked to dance every slow dance we didn't run from.

am i 12? Yes.

Then some handsome men came in. 

four of them.

they said hi.

we liked them. 

they followed us around the dance floor from afar.

we didn't talk.

We left, mostly because I was asked to slow dance by some what of a forty year old with bad facial hair, they walked out right behind us.

Walking to our cars they yelled goodbye.

I'm still regretting it.

i should have said something to them.

they were gorgeous and now were at home empty handed.

what do i have to lose...nothing.

in fact without saying something i already have.

We're all living on borrowed time...

....Right?
So why can't I be happy with my oreo ice cream (or rather my brothers), my loud music, and my experimentation of new art?
Because I'm human, I guess.

Sometimes I wonder how artists like Jeff Koons become famous.
Oh my bad, who wouldn't want the work that he paid people to create for him and he just signs it?
It's quite ridiculous frankly.
I don't know what's more so...him or the people that are suckered into purchasing his work for a half a million dollars or more.
I'm sorry if I have offended those Koons lovers but most of all I'm sorry that you like his work.

I want to watch "She's the Man" and eat watermelon.
I don't own "She's the Man" and the melon was eaten last night.

I want to attend a party that would actually be hoppin' but with cute good boys.
Maybe the institute dance would bring that into my life.
I have Softball tonight that may make me miss the dance and therefore might change my life forever.

I've been into connecting the dots lately, how if you do one thing, just one little thing it can turn your life in a completely different direction.

I watched Steve Jobs speech he made at a Stafford graduation.
He talked about connecting the dots in his life. He went to College for a while, dropped out, and took classes he wanted. He took a Calligraphy class. Little did he know the Calligraphy he learned would all be designed into the Mac.
This is why I've been connecting things in my lovely life of late.
It's interesting.

The Bosch boy said he wanted to date me.
I told him I wanted to just be friends.
It blew up in my face or rather he got in my face about it.
I'm okay with it.
Like really okay with it.
I don't think you'll be hearing much about him or me hearing from him.
Like ever.

I still haven't gotten dressed today.
It's not because I've been lazy but because I don't want to find an outfit.
In fact, maybe it is because I'm lazy.
It's days like these that make me wish I still had my savings to go shopping for a whole new get-up.

It's called printmaking and it hurts my hands.
It's not due for another 2 weeks.
I'm getting it done early.
This never happens.

It's time to be lazy until night school.

We're chillin'& likin' it.

It's our first time being away from school and work together this week.

So happy.

We might have to go thrifting in a year when I replace the money that was spent on my college tuition.

but hey, i'm surviving.

So the bosch boy,

as i like to call him,

he came in again.

It's a long story. 

We didn't go on the date that was planned.

He asked if he could visit and didn't show up.

I didn't think anything of it.

Whatever.

I don't have self-esteem issues. I figured he got caught up with something or didn't know we closed earlier then most stores.

Well...to make the story shorter...

We ran into each other at school. He apologized for not showing up. He got nervous.

He texted me.

We've been talking.

He came in again today.

He asked me out for saturday.

Maybe I'll tell the story of why he came into the work place and how he was actually supposed to get miss. tam's phone number.

If you want the gory details, which are better then the snippets, feel free to give me a ring.

college

It's here again.

So many boys.

So goodlooking.

So married.

I like college only because I like art (and checking out married men...apparently).
A little too much.
In school my life revolves around it. Which makes me extremely abnormally happy.
My homework is sketching, ahhhh, kill me now with happiness.
Every semester I look forward to my new classes.
So far this semester? I'm loving it.
It's only been the first day. Haha....haha.....ha..ha...ha......haha.
I'll be wanting to kill myself in a month or so.

I have a new story in hand.
With new adventures such as college comes great stories.
So tam and i are driving down center, or as we like to emphasis cener street, and this car pulls to the side of us.
We're always on the look out for PHAT (pronounces as fat) men.
Pretty. Hott. And. Tempting.
Tam whispers "he could be cute."
I look and said "yeah and probably married"
like all the cute men in my classes.
We pulled up to a red light and this was our chance to check out his hand.
yes we do realize this is not a sure sign.
All I saw was him bent over with something leaking out of his face. I was only sure that it was wet.
I assumed it was spit, but then again why would he be spitting in his car?
I looked forward and told tam to look his way.
He was blowing his nose on a t-shirt he grabbed from the back seat.
I'm guessing it wasn't spit I saw.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
The next thing I knew this fine man started loading up on cough syrup.
Poor guy.
He was sick and we were judging him.

I need to update...I know.

A while ago on a certain Friday I was supposed to be studying for a test that I had the next morning,

but not just any test it was a final, no THE final. 

(Art History... don't worry I aced it.)

I was in my room memorizing ugly, and some not so ugly, art work, and then these cutie pies came along and wouldn't leave me alone. 

They needed Aunt Kim time I could feel it. 

"Aunt Kim when are you gonna be done?"

I kept telling them in a minute.

Eventually they all ended up in my room with crayons and paper waiting for me to be done.

Before I knew it I was coloring and cutting away with them & I took these small fries out to play with our fine stachs.

We chalked up the whole driveway & I mean the whole driveway.

I  know I'm pasty in all of these photos. 

Don't worry little ones it will quickly change.

Her not so Simple Life

My life is no longer simple.

Help me.

My life needs to die, and I need to runaway to Hawaii, or some other place that sounds really cool.

ya know, because I can.

Maybe I could road trip to see Collin Raye, just because I want too, and because I don't have a significant other to call my Mr. Valentine that day. Maybe, just maybe he would let me join him on the stage.

For now I have my wire to keep me company.

That's right my wire.

Me and my Pops have been workin' on this bugger all day long.

I can no longer be the hand model that I once was striving to be, sarcasm.

I've got scrapes, bruises, permanent black, at one time bloody, fingers, and a smug smile on my face,

because we did it.

We gave each other a whoppin' high five just to add to the excitement of never bending another piece of wire with out our own free will.

The homework just seems to flow here from all directions 

One day I won't have it...what will I do then.

Kings and Queens

You have to listen to this song...Click Here! While looking at it. 

It brings in a whole new meaning.

Tess.

This is my little Tessie.

How cute is she?

I'm kinda in love with her.

Will to the Smith

He's the hottest black man a live.

'nough said.

It was for my 2-D design class.
Which I loved.
I had to create something out of a collage,
then paint it color for color, shape for shape.

Midterm

today I did a midterm.

14 photos related to what we've learned.

exciting I know.

and it was.

  I told her to jump like a leprechaun, still makes me laugh.

I had Tam stand in the distant background on a bench...If you wanted to know my secret of standing on the almighty hand.

School Halls. I enjoy them on occasion.

School halls are a great place my friends. A great place.

You wanna hear some beautiful things? Listen closely. Eavesdrop, yes that's what I'm saying, use your magic, hyphened, magnified hearing sensibility's.

Sometimes I use it without even realizing it. I can multitask. I'm special-specially gifted.

You'll never guess what my virgin ears heard this day walking passed a boy girl convo.

Boys close your poor little eyes. Stop reading. 

Girls you're venturing off in dangerous territory. Ready?

and I'm not gonna say it.

lets just say I had an automatic tune outage.

I tried to think the best of her. I really did. I'm not lying guys.

On a happy less awks note, we went to Cascade Springs!

I've got the pictures to prove it.

School,

it's pretty fabulous.

All of my teachers are awesome.

I'm likin' Biology and I hate science.

Professor Harris you've done well & I've only been to two classes.

Impressed.

Ethics and Values? Well it's pretty much...Ethics and Values.

but get this, NO final. What's up?

Health. Easy Peasy. It's online.

Then 2D design.

First project. Self-Portrait...that shows our personality.

Doesn't every art teacher give this assignment?

Well instead of putting a piano and books and Elvis and music and America and everything else that means something to me in the background,

I decided to put it on me.

I took a picture to go off of. I like it. A little bit.

Now I just have to draw it. Wish me luck yeah?

Going To Be

It was going to be the best day ever.

Since Mr. J and I have only 2 more very precious days together in institute, I was planning on him sitting by me, talking to me, him getting all nervous and cute, but it didn't work out the way I wanted it to did it? Nope. So this is how it went down.
Tam and I pop a squat on our seats in institute, and I begin to patiently await the arrival of Mr. J. A few minutes later I feel a presents next to me, but it was not the presents of Mr. J; it was "one of those". Apparently he didn't see Mr. J's name on the seat.

Oh, don't worry peeps I informed the Junior High buddy that I was currently interested in a very handsome man, wink wink nod nod, then she kindly informed me that he asked her to try, I repeat asked her, and so she did.

He must have ignored this bit of information. I politely picked up my chair and scooted several feet towards Miss Tam. So regretfully I am here to announce that my main man didn't get to sit next to me. Instead he sat in front of me. Without exchanging hellos we parted ways, this "one of those" is making my life really difficult. Upon entering into my car I sent the first text. We're gonna sit by each other next class...it's settled :)

In my lovely Humanities class we have been taught that unicorns are real creatures, the loch ness monster does infact exist, how to survive in a zombie apocalypse (use a bat; Louisville's slugger preferably, you'll die with a gun in hand, oh and any type of knife/axe with get embedded in the head, so use a sword), what other important, helpful things could I learn in that class? Oh wait, about the big MJ, aka Michael Jackson, surprise, surprise. It was acutally quite interesting and enjoyable, but this long explaintion leads to  this...

Don't let your little eyes get too excited...it's not finished yet.
Miss Tam & I are started on this baby for our Humanities class. Personally I think it's gonna be pretty sweet, so keep in touch.

Shopaholic

Today Miss Tam and I studied until we couldn't study anymore. Our history test was awaiting us. History isn't bad infact I really enjoy it, but who wants to learn about history, when you can learn about current events? and who wants do go and take a test, making you work your big brain when its your day off? Yeah no one. After a little lallygagging around, we headed off to the testing center, with hope in our hearts and knowledge in our brains. Upon our arrival we see a unique friend of ours. I asked him how the test was. He kindly informs us, and these are his exact words "If I took that test, and then studied again and retook it I still would have failed." I don't know about Miss Tam but my hopes weren't diminshed, I studied my fair share. After recieving my test, I entered room number 3, examined the first page, and that is when my hopes were shattered. Wanna know my score, a whoppin 68.8% BAM! Proud of me? I'm proud after realizing that Miss Tam and I studied for the wrong test. Sad but true.

I figured out that my brain wasn't so big after all.

So instead of dwelling on the sad, we went Shopping! I know this is where most girls scream and shout from happiness, and their eyes light up. Some people like shopping and some people don't...I'm the girl in between. If the item I find is cheap but when it's on my body it makes the guys drop then I scream and shout from happiness, and my eyes may light up.

You wanna know my 3 favorite stores to shop? Target, Ross, and TJ Max. It may at times be hard to find what your looking for, but let me tell you the right way to shop and then you will never be disappointed. First you look through the womens section, then the maternity usually for mediums to extra small if your not expecting, and then if nothing there its off to the little kids section extra large fits nicely, plus most kids clothes I'm jealous of.

The next thing you know when I'm walking around town, I'll be asking 6-12 year olds where they get their clothes. I have yet to venture in the boys section.

Smile

We were walking up the stairs to enter the Liberal Arts building prepared for the next English class that we had to endure. We always liked English until we got into college. We were stopped by a young Chinese man. He was standing in front of the doors, feeling up and down the sides and then pulling on them until his knuckles were white. We were both thinking what in the world was he trying to do. He looked up at us and then quick went back to his business. then he finally looked around and saw the handle. He pulled open the door and then said "Ohhhhh" In his Chinese accent. Then he mumbled something in Chinese and walked. We tried to hold in our laughter we really did but it didn't last long.

Not the man we encountered today, but could be his twin if he had a baseball hat on and glasses :)