Update

Sep. 10th, 2008 05:08 pm
lierdumoa: (lj is crack)
I'm in the student lounge of the admin building at my school using their wireless because I haven't gotten around to buying internet for my studio apartment. The security guard has a crush on me. He keeps smiling this "I want to hold your hand" smile at me (no, that's not a euphemism for something dirtier, it's actually that precious) (too bad I'm not attracted to him at all).


I'm, taking a moldmaking class this semester. I'm a sculpture student. We'll learn how to make molds and hardcopies of, well, anything we want, really, but mostly our sculpture projects, to later be cast in plaster or bronze or resin or what have you.

I have a specific art project planned for the class already. The Many Bitchfaces of Samuel Winchester. Little face sculptures about two inches long, cast in durable hydrocal plaster. I'd package them in sets of four and send them to slash conventions. You could use them as paperweights! Glue on a magnet and stick them to your fridge! Mount and frame them! Leave them on top of that dresser where you keep all your other vaguely horrifying and yet hilarious fannish collectibles!


In other news, no real progress made with the hot Scottish checkout guy.

Oh wait. I haven't talked about this one with the flist, have I?

Right. So I've had a crush on this checkout guy at Whole Foods for ages and then at the beginning of the summer we went out on two awesome dates and then, like, nothing. Which is to say, either I'm out of town or he's working or I don't know what, but nothing. And I don't think he lost interest because he still looks happy to see me whenever I drop in to the store where he works (and I'm generally good at reading people, so I'm pretty sure he's not faking being happy to see me). But he has not called and it's totally his turn, like, twice over.

I'm just bitter I haven't had the chance to suck his dick, really, is the thing. We slept together that one time, but it was just sleeping because 1) I didn't want to rush into anything with a guy I actually like and 2) I'm pretty sure he was too drunk to fuck anyway. I mean. He woke up with a hangover. And he's Scottish. So clearly he must have drunk his entire body weight in cheap beer.

He was all clinging to me in his sleep. I had to pry his arm off me in the middle of the night so I could get up to pee. It was so sweet. And now I'm bitter. I think about how long it's been since I've sucked dick and I, like, get depressed, and waste a whole day masturbating to really filthy fanfic porn.

My life is SO HARD.


But, enough with the TMI.

Fannishly:

I haven't been getting much vidding done. I've been getting some writing done. And some songwriting, even! Not that the songwriting is particularly fannish.


I splurged and bought myself a $75 dollar bottle of 16 yr old Lagavulin Single Malt Scotch Whiskey. I won't be opening it till my birthday (Oct. 4). Until then, I'm just going to stare at the bottle and smile dreamily to myself.

I'm going to visit my parents this weekend.

I'm going to a Supernatural party for the season premiere @ [livejournal.com profile] mistressace's next Friday.



I have this whole political meta journal post planned where I talk about how I'm voting for Barack Obama because he's a sparkly unicorn. No, seriously. That is literally what the post is about.

Uhm.



Hey! I have some new people reading my journal! Hi new people! Come forward and introduce yourselves if you like.

Today

Apr. 25th, 2008 10:20 pm
lierdumoa: (Default)
I woke up late. I ate breakfast. I slept some more. I went grocery shopping. I got Chinese takeout for lunch. There was a boy at the register. He looked twelve, but he was probably more like fifteen because I didn't give my name when I put in my order and payed with cash and he, I shit you not, put me down as "hot girl." At least, I'm pretty sure that's what was called out to me by some presumably non-English speaking employee before she handed over my bag of food. So either she thought my name was "hot girl" or she was describing the food and the Mandarin for "half a roast duck" and "oysters and pork" translates phonetically into "hot girl."

Oh yeah, then an hour or so later the checkout guy at Wallgreens greeted me with, "How you doin'."

Anyway, right now I'm at the Fine Art: Sculpture building pretending to work, but really just gathering fic to put on my flash drive so I can read it at my internetless home. Tomorrow hopefully I'll get some actual work in. Or, you know, a lot of actual work in. Since I'm behind and all. And possibly call my guitarist and try to do something about that band I'm in, like, you know, write lyrics, like I'm supposed to. He called me this morning and played me pretty music over the phone. Then he asked for feedback, and I struggled to put a sentence together while feeling pretty much completely braindead. This was right after I woke up groggy from my nap.

I like Fridays.

So

Apr. 22nd, 2008 05:05 pm
lierdumoa: (dance!)
I had this wicked cool plan (scheme?) to figure out a color scheme (plan?) for one of my sculptures in photoshop before painting it. So I took pictures. But my digital camera is old as dust and I couldn't find a card reader that reads it's obolete memory card at the nearby CompUSA.

I found an all in one card reader online and ordered it. It arrived yesterday. YAY!

Then I couldn't figure out how to install it. So I called [livejournal.com profile] fashes

[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Just stick it in your USB port.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: No, it, like, needs to install internally.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Did you RTFM?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: I'm unfamiliar with that acronym.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Read The Frickin' Manual
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: That's what I thought you meant. It didn't come with one!
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: I can't help you with this over the phone. Perhaps you should get another card reader that doesn't need to install internally.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: But that will take time to order and I need these photos, like, soonish.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: My brother has a card reader you can use. It would only require that you arrange a time to meet him, travel an hour and a half getting to him, another ten or fifteen minutes transferring the photos, and another hour and a half going back to your house!
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: ...but.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: That's what you get, procratinath0r.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: ...fine.

::later that evening::

[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: ::performs brain surgery on computer::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: ::really incompetent brain surgery::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: ::by some fluke manages to successfully install card reader::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: ::calls [livejournal.com profile] fashes:: GUESS WHAT I JUST DID?!?
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: ::pat, pat:: Good job, dear.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Don't call me when your computer dies.

This reminds me of that time I was four and took a scissors to my dad's greencard. Cause it was so shiny, you know. I made my very own homemade confetti! I was so proud!

Uhm.


Fannishly:

I'm desperate for vid talk. People should talk about vids to me. What's your current work in progress? Your vidding philosopy? What are your thoughts on music editing? How did you do that thing with the lens flare and the talking anus? Questions are also welcome. I'm always happy to talk about me. Maybe you want to know how I did that thing with the lens flare and the talking anus.

I talked to [livejournal.com profile] amothea for like an hour today about this instrumental piece she's working on and then she had to go, like, do her job or something. And my appetite was all whet for vidding discourse.

Update

Apr. 11th, 2008 02:24 pm
lierdumoa: (Default)
SO!

Um.

What's up with you guys? There are some new people, I think, reading my journal. ::waves @ new people::

I'm vidding again. SPN. Crack. Episodic. I won't spoil by saying more. I'm probably not sending this one to a convention. I have a beta. Yay! I think I want two betas, but I'm not sure yet who to ask to be #2. I hope to have it up and posted within 3 weeks, ideally.

I should contact the VVC people and ask where I am on the waitlist.

I have two projects in mind for VVC. They're both ... comedies? Sort of. I think they're funny. Other people might not, so much.


Oh right.

Nonfannishly:

I got a new place. Moved in a couple weeks ago. It is a lovely studio inlaw apartment that is mine, all mine, mine, mine. I have no internet yet and no furniture aside from my bed. Because I'm ghetto like that. I should be getting internet as soon as I stop being lazy and make the proper arrangements. So, who knows when, really. I'm using the university computers for now. That seems to be working out, as it gives me extra motivation to actually go to the studio and get work done.

Oh right. So I'm an art student, for those of you who don't know, majoring in sculpture. Yes, I changed my major. Again. I was doing computer animation modeling and then took this required figure modeling course and realized I had a lot more fun modeling in the real world than on the computer. I also had, like, two sculpture instructors I didn't even have classes with come up and compliment me on my work. I took it as a sign. I decided to take another sculpture class before making any major decisions and then, uh, decided. And la! here I am.

I'll post pictures of some of my stuff later. Maybe. I make no promises as I am notoriously bad at keeping them. You should see my fanfic work in progress folder. Actually, you shouldn't. It would just make you cry.

Update

Nov. 25th, 2007 08:28 pm
lierdumoa: (Default)
So.

My life fell apart a little. Anyone up to date with [livejournal.com profile] fashes's accounts of her family will know the details. I just so happened to be at ground zero for all the drama.

Long story short. Roommate had psychotic break. Schizophrenia runs in his family. His parents moved in without telling me they were moving in. Then I had a falling out w/ his mother that suffice it to say was ugly. I holed up in my room for a while hiding from the world. Then I got a generous friend to take me in, moved in over the course of a weekend, and resumed functioning. I made up three weeks of figure modeling class in three days (because I'm cool like that).

Then I had the best thankgiving ever. Friends are AWESOME. Sleep is ALSO AWESOME.

Am in the process of looking for a long term residence for the new year.

Vidding is on hold until I can get my computer set back up next weekend.

Update

Aug. 1st, 2007 11:58 pm
lierdumoa: (breasteses)
I got my both my nipples pierced yesterday. The piercing process hurt about as much as I expected. Horizontal barbells for now. I might buy more ornamental jewelry once they're healed. [livejournal.com profile] goluxexmachina recommended me the place where she's gotten her piercings. They were very professional. The lady who did my piercings was surprised/impressed when I told her I'd never had a piercing before. I figured it was high time I did something to my body, being of drinking age after all. As for the location I chose, I like the idea that no one can tell just by looking at me. Also, I have a nice rack. It deserves ornamentation. The lady even complimented me on my breasts (in a purely aesthetic, non-skeevy way).

The piercings look great. I'd post pictures, but Pete Wentz told me that was a bad idea.
lierdumoa: (filthy/gorgeous)
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: I really want to vid Cobra Starship
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: no idea to what, tho
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: mmmm
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Offspring?
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: or something As Fun As Offspring
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: b'c The Offspring carries a similar message or stands for a similar sense of freedom
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: no, I mean I want to vid Cobra Starship's music to something
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: OH
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: I don't actually want to vid the bandmembers
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: and clearly if I were going to vid Gabe Saporta it would be to the Scissor Sisters' "Filthy/Gorgeous"
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: DUH
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: ILU
SO MUCH
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: Okay, maybe I do want to vid Gabe Saporta

I should probably try finishing my Supernatural vid first.


Update:
Bedrooms in the apt have been carpeted. I've transferred to a room with a real door. We found the jankiest loft bed in the history of ever off craigslist and nobody really wants to go to the trouble of putting it together because it is that incredibly janky.

[livejournal.com profile] goluxexmachina: You got that for free, right?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: No, actually.
[livejournal.com profile] goluxexmachina: Did they pay you?
[livejournal.com profile] goluxexmachina: ::throws head back and guffaws::

I might have been pissed at her if it had actually been my money, but as it is ... yeah. Jankiest loft bed of EVAR.


And now that my computer is back on a desk w/ speakers hooked up I might actually get something fannish done. YAY!

Update

May. 23rd, 2007 08:00 pm
lierdumoa: (self-portrait)
Last weekend I discovered that I really truly am a small again for realz. I fit into my old size 4 Ralph Lauren Polo jean shorts from. Uh. Middle school? Suffice it to say, they're older than low-rise.

Consequently, most of my jeans don't fit me properly anymore. And the one pair that did is at the parents' house getting hemmed because I'm a loser who can't hem her own clothing and my legs are too short for every pair of pants I ever buy ever.


Things I did today:

Spent too much money on clothes/@ Whole Foods—yeah, I needed the new jeans. I didn't actually need the thong underwear from Victoria's Secret or the ridiculously overpriced white tea. Or the Avril issue of Blender.

Actually, fuck that. My soul needed the Avril issue of Blender.

ETA: Oh my god, this is the most comfortable thong I have ever owned. So never buying thongs from Old Navy EVER AGAIN.

Got my requisite six miles of walking in. Or was it seven? Something. I walked a whole damn lot.


Things to do tonight:

Ask people for money—by which I mean start doing something about that whole San Francisco AIDS Walk I decided to participate in.

Ask people for money—by which I mean do some light job hunting on craigslist.

E-mail the guy downstairs about possibly recording/practicing on his piano while he is at work in exchange for dogsitting his girlfriend's pomeranians, since I'm apparently never awake and verbal enough to call him when he is home from work and taking calls.

Work on that whole nocturnal thing I have going on. It's starting to get inconvenient. See above.


Things to do tomorrow:

Apartment hunting.

Registering for a summer course.


Now I'm going to call [livejournal.com profile] natilathehun and make her tell me more beautiful stories.

Mnrgh

May. 22nd, 2007 04:59 pm
lierdumoa: (sleep tight)
So braindead.

I visited the parents this past weekend. It was a nice, mellow two day visit. I spent both train rides listening to a lot of Fall Out Boy on my headphones.

I got home around 7:30, was chatting w/ [livejournal.com profile] natilathehun on AIM when I suddenly became ridiculously stir crazy. We continued our conversation on the phone. She educated me on a lot of Wentz canon history and then told me beautiful Pete/Patrick stories that she's planning on writing while I walked (with occasional bouts of jogging and skipping) around town for three hours until finally my legs got tired, at which point I went back to my apartment and collapsed into bed—

—where I continued listening to [livejournal.com profile] natilathehun tell me beautiful stories until 3:30 in the morning (5:30 for her). She had work today. I should be sorry for keeping her up. But I'm so, so not sorry at all.

I went to bed, woke up six hours later with the worst headache of ever, took some Tylenol (I kind of hate taking drugs for anything), washed twelve bajillion dishes (that were all mine, because I'm disgusting like that and let dirty dishes pile up in my room) did a mild tidying that included making my bed, which has not been made in roughly three months and met [livejournal.com profile] goluxexmachina for lunch.


Oh, what else.

I figured out how I'm ending the Patrick/Maja fic. Now I just have to write the thing. I'm thinking 2500-3000 words by the time it's done. Don't quote me on that.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] natilathehun I now know enough canon backstory to start writing another scene in my vampire!Pete fic.


In other news:

Avril took her clothes off for Blender. This was basically the highlight of my week, somewhat dimmed by the fact that I saw said magazine whilst shopping for DVD's at blockbuster w/ my father, hence could not actually purchase it. Yes, I would have paid money for that. No, I am not being facetious. Hell yeah, she's the motherfuckin' princess.


I'm going to go nap now.

I still haven't seen Heroes.

Whee

May. 15th, 2007 06:47 pm
lierdumoa: (Default)
I stabbed my toe on a brick this morning. No, not stubbed. Stabbed. There's a little gouged out bleeding hole at the crease where big toe meets foot. Do not ask.


So I have some extra money this month. I'm not sure how that happened, but enough extra money that I can waste some on clothes without going broke.

Victoria's Secret has an online sale (through Thursday) for people who get the e-mail newsletter. 25% off any single item. I ordered myself a frilly pink dress.

FRILLY. PINK. I'm kind of in love with it.

Look! See! )

Understand that the last time I owned a dress? I was seventeen and going to prom with a crazy Romanian communist. Not that that's relevant. We were friends in high school. Sort of. And everyone in my friend group ended up picking prom dates in much the same way that you pick names out of a hat in a Secret Santa. Minus the hat.


Fannishly:

I'm about 5000 words into the vampire!Pete fic. I'm not quite sure how that happened. There're about 2000 words in there I don't remember writing at all. Yay progress!

I went through all of my collected Fall Out Boy image downloads picking out ones I might use for the Pete/Patrick vid I'm working on. They're now filed according to lyric.


Random:

Hilarious post linked on metaquotes: here
Disturbing thing [livejournal.com profile] fashes linked me for whatever reason: here
The Best Thing Ever: here

Lalalalala.

May. 5th, 2007 01:06 am
lierdumoa: (jailbaity little face)
Current reading list: the Goldman abridgement of The Princess Bride by S. Morgenstern, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, Black Powder War by Naomi Novik. I think I have some unfinished Terry Brooks lying around somewhere as well.

I've been writing music in my free time instead of doing fannish things, but I did do some futzing in photoshop today. I might try writing something this week.

Yesterday I enjoyed the fruits of my gratuitous online shopping. more clothesh0rzing )


So last night was a fan night in. [livejournal.com profile] goluxexmachina and I ended up discussing the state of delicate flowerhood among Hard Core Logo fen and Pete Wentz's girly body issues and the probability of him already having a sockpuppet bandom journal.

[livejournal.com profile] spaggel sent me a bunch of awesome crackmusic that I need to check out. I in turn introduced her to Róisín Murphy.


GIP of Patrick's jailbaity little face.

Whee!

Mar. 3rd, 2007 11:07 am
lierdumoa: (get lucky)
Went out w/ the gorgeous [livejournal.com profile] adrienne2 last night to my favorite sushi place, since she owed me dinner. Had a tuna dish and a really awesome dish of fried eel in rice, rapped in thin soy paper and tasting like delicious, savory sweet candy. I love that restaurant.

Went book shopping. Got a discount leather bound copy of Gray's Anatomy (fifteenth edition) (detailed drawings of individual metacarpals, omg, and organ systems and everything) @ Barnes & Noble and The Art of Discworld (now I really must read Discworld) @ The Half-Priced Book Store.

Have still not gotten significant work done on three Perspective assignments due Monday, omg am so lame. Need to buy electric eraser.

Off to eat delicious pamcakes (sic) and then re-watch horrible teen romance remake of Twelfth Night w/ [livejournal.com profile] adrienne2 (Channing Tatum, I have no words for your pretty). Then homework until I fall down w/ exhaustion/stumble into a coffee shop on the way to class Monday afternoon.

Schedule

Feb. 22nd, 2007 12:07 pm
lierdumoa: (curious John)
Finish computer animation homework in time to leave house by 2:00pm. Lecture from 3:30 to 6:30. Print out travel itinerary. Pick up some lip gloss at Walgreens. Go to the ATM. Go home and stuff suitcase with dirty laundry and a bottle of tequila pack for [livejournal.com profile] escapade_con. Make food to eat on bus down. Charge cell phone. Get to bed early.

Wake up at 4:00am, take a fast shower, brush teeth, pack toothbrush, pack phone charger. Leave house by 4:30 to get to Greyhound station by 5:30 to catch bus that leaves at 6:30.

Sleep.
lierdumoa: (homework be done!)
I was at the school doing schoolish things from 7:30am to 10:15pm today. Well, I took a break to walk down to the Whole Foods and spend too much money on lunch. My class actually starts at 8:30. I had to get there early because I left the handout I needed to do the homework in my locker.

We had a really interesting model today. Fine boned, bit of a belly, but not enough to actually look overweight, narrow hips, no real ass to speak of. Comically large breasts. She had to have been at least a triple D. I swear I've seen her before, I want to say as a cash register at a supermarket. I was going to ask her if she worked at Whole Foods or the Berkeley Bowl, but I never got the chance.

And she totally has the same name as [livejournal.com profile] fashes.

After class, there was lunch, errand running, a two hour nap (I didn't actually sleep last night, unless you count the other two hour nap I had between 6:30 and 8:30 yesterday evening) (day before yesterday, rather, as it is now after midnight), and then finishing two late figure assignments to turn in to my instructor during his nighttime graduate level illustration class, in time for him to have grades for me by the end of the first grading period (this week) and before I went off to Ventura for [livejournal.com profile] escapade_con (Friday).

There was a really pretty guy in the figure drawing class. Who I didn't notice until we were taking the bus back to the subway station and he kept smiling with his pretty pretty teeth that I wanted to lick. We had to take the same subway home and ended up talking and he was a *good conversationalist* and I made him laugh multiple times and ::oh god wants::.

See, a while ago I was complaining to [livejournal.com profile] fashes that I had no good looking people in my classes. Then the second time I went to my Perspective class I realized it was *full* of good looking people, but they were all completely off my radar because oh God, children. The minute they opened their mouths I knew they were straight out of high school and probably wouldn't make it through their first year (fifty percent of the freshmen flunk out at this particular art school, which is how I suppose they manage to be fairly well known and respected in the industry despite having open admission—trial by fire and all that) and actually forgot any of them were good looking.

Which leaves me lusting after the grad student. It kind of sucks right now that despite being twenty-one I still look sixteen.

I'm going to have to find excuses to keep sitting in on that class. Actually, I'll probably just go every other week when I have perspective homework that takes thirteen hours and am spending all day in that building working on it anyway. I can't go to the actual perspective workshop since I have a class that conflicts. And, you know, it's cool seeing the grad student work. Not as good as the faculty work of course, but certainly better than most of the first and second year student work.


Mmmm'k. I'm going to attempt to beta a vid and then collapse into bed.

Whoo!

Feb. 13th, 2007 11:24 am
lierdumoa: (homework be done!)
Okay, so there was a debacle Sunday. I went to pick up my unfinished homework from my locker, the building was closed with a padlock on the door (not in one of the better parts of town that building). I had to start my homework over from scratch.

Luckily, my teacher is the most laid back guy in the universe. He doesn't take roll until the end of class. He doesn't grade anything until the end of class, so the two hours left of work I needed to do (incidentally the exact amount of time I spent sleeping the night before instead of working), I got to do in class, no problem. And I am so relieved we have easy homework this week. Four hours of work. Six max. (as opposed to the usual thirteen). Which leaves me time to finish my original project, which was a whole lot cooler than the one I had to start on the fly the day before it was due, and turn it in for extra credit. Wheee!

I'm making a kick assed logo for my computer animation class. I'd show it to you all here, but it has my real name in it.

Going in tomorrow to switch my art history class to an online class. Should probably make an appointment for that.


Other things to brighten my day:

[livejournal.com profile] mistful updated Drop Dead Gorgeous, which is now possibly my favorite Harry/Draco fic of all time.

[livejournal.com profile] permetaform was entertaining me last night with quotes from Naruto Lord King Bad Fic off ff.net.


[livejournal.com profile] fashes is going to be moving in with [livejournal.com profile] poisontaster in the next couple of weeks. I might move in with them in the summer. Not really viable for me to move in now. Might still not be viable in the summer, in which case I'll move to the university apartments instead.


Oh, what else.

I signed up for SGA Big Bang as an artist/vidder. Probably won't have time for any vidding, but I'll definitely give them some art.


Will be spending today vidding, tonight doing homework.

Mmmmmm

Feb. 9th, 2007 01:30 pm
lierdumoa: (life hard? vid)
I have cracked the mystery of nervous!girl. She is not a computer person. As in, she might actually be afraid if she touches one, she'll blow up New York like Peter Petrelli. Also, the instructor should use clearer phrasing, and not say title sequence to go at the front of your animated story when he means introductory logo to go at the front of your reel.

Next class we're to learn Maya. However, we've been strongly advised to learn Maya, before we come into class to learn Maya.

:|

And I get to design a building. Joy.

I decided to take my art history class online. Because honestly. I am not getting up at six o'clock for the second day in a row when I don't get home till 11:00 the night before. I'll be taking care of the switch sometime next week. I would have done today, but I have other things.


Namely, vidding. Vidding all day long. Some eating. Maybe.

W00t!

My desktop is back to cold hard gray. It was warm comforting brown for a while, but it's color tweak time on the vid, so no warm comforting brown for me.

Vid must be done by next Friday. Ghost Rider comes out next Friday. Guess how I'll be celebrating.


Supernatural has turned into one of those shows I can't watch with [livejournal.com profile] fashes because we want...private time after watching it. Or perhaps during.

Sam should be 2.14 spoiler ) all the time. Jesus.


[livejournal.com profile] fashes and I are vidding Supernatural for [livejournal.com profile] vividcon, btw. By which I mean, I have conned her into doing my clipping for me. I've showed her VirtualDubMod. I have yet to show her MPEG Streamclip. She's an organizational h0r. I'm going to have the prettiest little clip library ever when she's done.

And [livejournal.com profile] wistful_fever, you know you're beta'ing, right?

Right then. Back to work.
lierdumoa: (homework be done!)
Warnings for profanity. I'm in a vulgar place. Possibly the lack of sleep. Or the eighteen hours of Perspective homework.

No, that's not an exaggeration. It's not including breaks either.


So for those of you who don't know, I'm in art school majoring in 3-D Animation.

I forgot how thin on the ground women were in this major, not having had any computer courses last semester. I walked into a class of eighteen to find myself one of three girls, one of whom was not even a computer animation major. She was a third year illustrator taking it as an elective and, oh my God, the most nervous person I have ever seen. She spent the entire period with her head turned all the way around, glancing from person to person, wide eyed and squirrely. I wanted to hand her a valium or something.

The guy next to me kept trying to make small talk. Pathetic, pathetic small talk. He most likely was trying to flirt with me. If I get stuck sitting next to him again, I'm telling him, "I'm sorry. I've had a long day and I really don't feel like making conversation."

My instructor? Scary intense. He was like, "The school policy is to only excuse absenses with a doctor's note or a death in the family. BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN IN MY CLASS, IS IT. Everyone who's going to be here every class raise your hand."

Suffice it to say, I raised my Goddamn hand.

And saved my bitching and moaning for when I got home.


[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: Oh God, they're all gamers.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Well, of course.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: I just want to work in movies or tv or advertising. So. Many. Gamers.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: I feel like I should have a name for them.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Other than gamers?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: Something with cursing in it. I suppose I could just call them the motherfucking gamers.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Just gamers is like that to me. You never had to sit through a six hour family meeting about the Game.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: Right, your brothers got addicted. And stopped sleeping.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: We called EverQuest EverCrack. Hey, you could just call them crackheads.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: No, that's not quite right. They're not just addicted to the crack, they want to create it.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: Oh. Dude.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: They're EverCrackers.


In related news, I made up my schedule in google. Then I decided it needed color coding, so I futzed with it in photoshop.

Innit pretty? )

Update

Feb. 4th, 2007 02:24 pm
lierdumoa: (back to school)
So classes started last week.

::very briefly comes up for air::

I have approx. 35 hours of homework a week.

Approx. 25 of these hours make use of the university facilities.

I also have 16 hours of class.

My commute is an hour and a half each way.

This means I'll being spending rougly 70 hours per week in or on the way to school.

Fannishly -- I'm keeping my Tuesdays open unless it's midterms or finals time, so that will leave me roughly 15 hours a week to do nothing but vid/write/read/veg out on tv. Potentially another ten hours on Sundays. I'll try to post something to lj at least once a week, so y'all will know I'm not dead.

I might be moving soon to a different apartment w/ [livejournal.com profile] fashes. We're going to try to con [livejournal.com profile] adrienne2 into rooming w/ us as well.

I will not be getting my Weir vid a final beta. As it is, I barely have time to finish it at all, despite the Escapade deadline being over two weeks later than last year's deadline.

I'm writing an episode coda for SGA 2x17 "Sunday" -- hopefully that will go up in the next two weeks.

Right then. I have to finish some things before Kinko's closes @ 6:00, so I guess I'm off.
lierdumoa: (life hard? vid)
Got nothing fannish done whatsoever. However, was very productive in the RL.

Finished up all registration issues. Because I did my class registration so late (classes start the 29th), I ended up having to fax my dad the tuition bill. I then went shopping because one of my main pairs of jeans is falling apart, and also because when I start walking 3-6 miles a day 4-5 times a week on the long commute to class, I'm going to go down a size.

That would be a size 4 at Old Navy and American Eagle Outfitters, a 6 at Abercrombie & Fitch, and a 2 at the Gap. Which is frankly bizarre. I haven't worn a size 2 in my life. When I started buying womens sizes, I started at 4. Meh, size inflation. The Gap womens low rise bootcut ended up being the only jeans to cup my ass the way I wanted and also flatter my calves, though it hurts me that they cost as much as they did. At least they were cheaper than A&F's.

I then resisted the urge to buy more cute sweaters and instead splurged on a way too expensive bra from Victoria's Secret.

Then there was CRAZY DRAMA at the house, which is not my business to tell, as it was of a personal nature and I was merely a witness. Then stroll to work off tension and also find chocolate.

All in all, I did about 8 or 9 miles of walking.

I then slept twelve hours.


Now today.

Today, I still got nothing fannish done. In fact, I took a long assed nap, ate two meals and caught up on some tv.

I am now going to attempt to vid. I probably won't be going to bed till, like, 4:00am. At least two hours should be devoted to watching tv w/ the roommate, and hopefully the rest to vidding.

Update

Jan. 9th, 2007 08:45 pm
lierdumoa: (*PHOOMP*)
Today I finally moved all my vids to my new website, which at this point is little more than webspace. Right now I'm uploading some vids to imeem.

Other plans for before I go to bed:
- finish clipping
- finish beta'ing [livejournal.com profile] toft_froggy's vid
- panic in the general direction of After Effects

In other news, the Indian guy? Who thought netspeak and referring to me in the diminutive was sexxi? TOTALLY STALKING ME.

Called me fourteen times, ten of which were after I told him to stop calling me.

Okay, to provide context, I was an avoidant h0r and never RSVP'd on that date I almost went on. So he calls me three times Saturday night, which I didn't realize until after the fact. My phone was kind of drowned out by Resident Evil playing in the background w/ dvd commentary.

Which, btw, AWESOME COMMENTARY, and thanks to [livejournal.com profile] fembuck for the recc. Mila Jovovich is such a goddamn rock star. She does up her hair all crazy and runs around flashing the camera and BEATING PEOPLE. IN ALL HER MOVIES. THE WOMAN IS, LIKE, INCAPABLE OF PULLING PUNCHES. For real. If you see her punching someone in a movie. Chances are she did, in fact, actually punch them.

But back to my stalker.

So Sunday night he calls me for the fourth time. I answer the phone. That date I never RSVP'd on? Apparently he showed up anyway, despite my not having responded to his e-mail. And waited for two hours. So I'm like. Oh. That sucks. I'm sorry for making you wait. I should have told you I wasn't going to make it. But well, I'm not really interested in meeting you.

him: Can I see you some other time?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa No, I'm sorry, I'm not interested.
him: But we blah blah restaurant blah blah hang out.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm sorry. I don't know what to tell you. I'm not interested.
him: No, please, I would just like to talk with you. Why the sudden change of heart. (I'm approximating here, since his English is not all that great)
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I just don't want to see you. (is this conversation still seriously going on?)
him: I don't understand. (okay, now you're just abusing the language barrier to pretend you don't know what the fuck I'm saying)
him: No, please, tell me what is wrong. If there's something that is bothering you.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm fine. I just don't want to date you
him: No, no! Not date! I just want to be friends.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa :|
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I don't want to be friends with you either.
him: No, please, why are you not interested.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I don't actually owe you an explanation.
him: If there's a problem, please tell me. If something's going on with you—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm going to go now. ::hangs up::

::phone rings ominously::

[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Okay, I'm going to say this again. ::deep breath::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm sorry for not telling you that I had changed my mind. I honestly didn't think you'd show up since I didn't RSVB.
him: No, no, it's fine—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa But I'm not interested in you. I'm going to hang up the phone now. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop calling me.

At which point I started calling up friends to share this surprising new turn in my imaginary sex life.

[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Hello?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Dude, I have a stalker.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa You remember the Indian guy I talked about on my journal. He won't stop calling me.
::phone beeps::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa He's calling me right now.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I have a stalker at work.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: This guy names Johnny.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm sorry.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: My boss was like, "Someone has a crush on you!"
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I was like, "Johnny?"
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: She was all "How did you guess?"
::phone beeps AGAIN::
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Make him stop calling me Syd. MAKE HIM STOP CALLING ME.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: You want me to beat him up for you? I'll beat him up for you. No one touches my woman.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa So, you were telling me about Johnny.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: And he has this creepy obsession with Calvin Klein shoes. (she works in the shoe department) He'll just, like, caress the shoes in front of me, it's so creepy.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Dude, that is creepy.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I know, seriously! I was like "having fun caressing those shoes, Johnny?"
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: And he was all, "What would you do if I caressed you?"
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: And I told him, "I would PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE."
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa ::BUSTS UP LAUGHING::
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I was all, "And you'd go down to, because, you know, you're top heavy."
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa And he's still after you?
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: YES.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Maybe he's an idiot and he thought you were kidding.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I WASN'T KIDDING!
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I know you weren't. I'm not an idiot.

-later-
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa You know the Indian guy? He's kind of stalking me now. He won't stop calling.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Can I threaten him for you?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I can handle it.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: I know you can. I just want to.
::phone rings::
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Is that him again.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Yes. YES IT IS. FUCKING STALKER.

-later-
otherroommate: So the restaurant is where?
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: Three blocks down the street, ottherroommate.
otherrommate: I just don't want us to miss each other, you know. I don't want to get lost and then miss him because I end up twenty minutes late, you know.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa: (mutters under breath) Maybe you won't miss him. Maybe he'll wait for two hours because he's a crazy stalker.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: ::guffaws::
otherrommate: You guys are making fun of me aren't you.
[livejournal.com profile] fashes: No otherrommate, we think it's adorable, you getting all worried about your date.
otherroomate: ::looks skeptical::

-later-
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I'm making food.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: I'm eating delicious chicken salad with—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Stop talking about food while I'm hungry.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: —little pieces of nuts and romaine lettuce and—
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I hate you.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Yeah, well, this is what you get for hating me.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa Dude, he called like two more times while you weren't here.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Give me his number.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa No, [livejournal.com profile] fashes has dibs.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Yeah, but I've known you longer. I've got dibs on you.
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa You might have a point. I mean, if I give her his number she can threaten him, but if I gave you his number, you could totally tell him, "Stop calling my girlfriend or I will hunt you down."
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Is he still calling?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa No, I think he stopped for the night.
[livejournal.com profile] spaggel: Time for stalkers to go beddie-bye?
[livejournal.com profile] lierdumoa I guess so.


He called me three more times yesterday night. He hasn't called tonight. It's possible he finally caught a clue.

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