And The Question is, Was I More Alive Then, Than I am Now?

So much has happened this past weekend, and I have so much to write, because I KNOW you have been sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what is going on in my life. It’s that exciting.

Before I go on, in case I don’t get around to blogging again before next week,FOR THE LOVE OF CHEESE, GO OUT AND VOTE. In case you’re wondering, I’ll be voting against Referendum 1. So stop calling me. Also, if you live in Salt Lake, I am endorsing Ralph Becker for Mayor, but unfortunately can’t vote for him since I live in Sandy. So there you go. go vote. Go Vote. GO VOTE.

This past weekend was amazing, one of the best weekends I’ve had all semester. I think it’s due largely to the fact that I didn’t do any homework. Friday night marked the opening of the student show at The Meyer Gallery. It was a lot of fun to see my friends in a gallery setting, and even cooler than that was seeing my work on the wall.

The experience was different from what I expected, I really only talked to about 5 people, while at the gallery but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. It was neat to see my friends outside the art department react to my work. Oh and? Somebody told me that one of my images reminded him of the opening credits to Cowboy Bebop. Best compliment ever.

Saturday consisted of dicking around with various friends at multiple Halloween parties. It was so nice to take a break from everything and just hang out. Being so busy this semester has really taken a toll on my social life, and I really miss my weekend shows with my adorable friends.

Sunday I went to church.

I know.

Chaseface spoke in his homeward, and I went to have a listen. It’s always so strange going back to Taylorsville. It’s especially weird to go back to my old ward and see everything changed. Even though I don’t consider myself LDS anymore, I am so glad to have the opportunity to be apart of that community during high school. So many of those people meant so much to me, it’s so strange how things change. All I know is I wouldn’t have been able to get through that time without their support. So if any of you read this (which I doubt…) Thanks.

Blast from the Past

BREAKING NEWS.

Chaseface is home.

Get excited.

She don’t use Jelly

Dave says:
um, so I just learned something
Dave says:
the airborne tablet? it’s not a chewable

It’s so weird to be back here

No Picture this year…

I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but it’s been rainy on October 17th for the past three years.

I’m not really sure what to say about it this year. I’m still sad, and I still miss my dad every day, but as time goes on, accepting it becomes easier. Year three has been the most interesting year to date, I feel that I really have started moving forward. From the campaign, to broken relationships to the PAC, I have yet again changed. I suppose life is change.

I visited the neighborhood I grew up in a few days ago and everything is completely different. What was once a horse pasture behind my house is now 10 or so lots with brand new “mcmansions” occupying them. The place that both my father and I grew up in no longer exists. Everything changed and I didn’t even know it was happening. I think life is the same way. We get so caught up in everything, that we don’t even notice what is happening, and we forget the past.

As I was walking to class this morning I was thinking of people that I know now, who knew me then. Aside from my family? Cynthia and Scott. Of all the people I consider to be good friends, two of them knew me then. I have changed so much, and my dad has no idea who I am anymore. Yeah yeah, he walks next to me every day and knows everything that’s going on I’ve heard all of that before. But it’s not the same, and I’m not an optimist.

I think that is what is hardest. He doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that I go to the crown every Tuesday. He doesn’t know about the PAC and all the work I’ve put into it. He doesn’t know anything about the hardest relationship that I had to face last year. He doesn’t know me anymore. He isn’t here watching me succeed, and he isn’t here to listen to me when I’m sad. Despite our problems, save Mikey, nobody has ever understood me like my dad did.

I really miss that feeling.

I know that I am lucky though. Because of his trials, and the trials he subjected me to, I am strong, and I know can do anything. I am forever grateful for that.

Good Morning Sun..

It’s that time again.

Stand by for a post that is probably way too personal for the internet.

Things will be great when you’re.. Downtown

So while I still have to write my artist’s statement and do my math homework, I’ve spent the majority of this week just resting and hanging out with friends who I don’t see nearly enough. Through my hanging out experiences I have discovered some really awesome places in Salt Lake City. If you live nearby, you should definitely check these places out.

Sakura Sushi
Because who doesn’t love inexpensive sushi that doesn’t make you sick? Also it’s run by the most adorable staff to ever exist.

The Coffee Connection
I went there the other night after seeing flyers for it all over the art building. It’s a really cool coffee shop, and come to find out owned by an acquaintance of mine from the Art Department. The coffee there is great, and the atmosphere is even better.

Spoon Me
You should read the link, because I’m sure it will explain it better than I can. Spoon Me is a new frozen yogurt shop, ran by two Eco-conscious (and um, really hot) guys. Everything at spoon me has thought put into it, from its plastics made from starch and corn, to its green tea frozen yogurt that has an entire serving of green tea. The best part? the “small” is HUGE, and only 70 calories.

So go check these local places out. You won’t regret it, i promise!

Disconnect and Self Destruct One Bullet at a Time

It is officially fall break! woo!! I can’t believe we get an entire week off this year. Seriously it’s making me so happy. So what am I doing to celebrate? Currently I’m on campus blogging. Apparently I missed the smell of the University of Utah.

As stated by my last post, I am going to be working on my artist’s statement as well as drafting ideas for my final. I’ve been toying around with some ideas and after talking with people it’s been made evident that my work is lacking when it comes to actually expressing who I am.

My final project will be a mixed media piece about addiction and what it means to me.

I am really excited and terrified at the same time. I feel like I have come so far since my father passed away, and I am worried that working on this project will send me spiraling downward into another 2 year depression. And while I don’t sleep now, not sleeping because you’re busy is much easier to deal with than staying awake for days on end fixating on things you can’t do anything about.

I’m having difficulties translating my feelings into visual images. I have a few ideas on what I want to incorporate into the piece, but I’m not sure how it will all come together. In the past when composing my layered images, It’s always been about trial and error. Since the images never meant anything all I cared about was aesthetic value. This time however it’s quite different.

I think that this will either be my biggest success or biggest failure, and I am really nervous to have the piece critiqued.

I guess we will see what happens aye?

It’s a good life on a boat

I love the Colbert Report. Just thought I’d put that out there.

Fall break started for me officially nine hours ago, and I am so excited. I have a million different plans on what I want to do with my newfound spare time and I am pretty excited about it.

This weekend I would like to accomplish the following:

1) Frame prints for the Meyer Gallery
2) Clean my room
3) Deep clean my car (which includes the lip gloss sticky sick ass mess on the outside of my window. CERTAIN PEOPLE think it is normal to kiss windows while wearing copious amounts of lip gloss.)
4) Learn how to make Cyanotypes
5) Write my Artist’s Statement
6) Math Math Math
7) Donate a bunch of stuff to good will
Draft Ideas for my final project
9) Make a pinhole camera
10) Laundry
11) Sleep
12) Transfer music from my PC to my laptop
13) Speaking of music, burn the Peter Bjorn and John cd for Marci… Sorry..
14) Rip a bunch of cds
15) Search for copy of Muppet Treasure Island Soundtrack to sell. Holy. Crap.
16) See a movie or two.
17) Begin Christmas plans
18) Catch up on Heroes

It’s gonna be a good week.

I choose to live and to…

It’s midnight, and I’m still awake doing homework. Words are starting to blur and my eyes are starting to burn a little.

Must be midterm or something. If you are reading this you mostly like have at least twice as much free time as I do.

I’m not complaining though, I am really enjoying this year and all it’s extra curricular activities. Someday if I come across some spare time and am not cracked out as I currently am I’ll sit down and tell you all about it. Because a lot is going on an it is all very exciting.

Anyway, I’m still alive, barely awake, and I’m loving every second of it.