A Series of Interesting Events

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Angry Rant: Respect

What does it take to get some respect from adults. Geez. I'm not talking about respect that rappers like to talk about. I am just talking about politeness and to treat me as an equal. I am so angry because I don't get any respect and have to bear the brunt of their own snobbery. Today we had to move our furniture because the UPS service called us and said they'd come on Saturday between 10-2. I already had stayed up last night working on my art history notes for Tuesday's test till 3. So I only got 6 hours of sleep (more on this later) and had to wake up early. I went to the grocery store and bought all the ingredients for my tiramisus (one as a thank you for my cousin and her bf, one for my class and one for my roomies) and then the movers came.... the superintendent complained that we were moving everything on a saturday which would interfere with tenants (er that's every day) and that we should have done it earlier. But, hello, we have no choice or say in when they move stuff. Anyway so the movers moved everything into the elevator and the superintendent's wife- an annoying raisin overtanned blonde woman with her tiny little Paris Hilton dog starts complaining about the stickers that got caught on the rubber mats in the elevator... and says the tenant should not have moved it then and should have moved in within the morning hours. And she looks at me and asks me if I was the tenant and I said yes.. and she starts talking crap to me about how I was irresponsible. Omg, I don't think they've ever dealt with UPS before. And she wouldn't let us get off at my floor because she desperately had to pee so we all had to yield to her wishes. Well the mover who I was with, this nice black guy, started swearing at her under his breath. HAhh... it made me feel better because I really wanted to slap her. Anyway then me and Bonnie started building some of the stuff and decided to move all the empty cardboard boxes to the lower level for recycling.... and the boxes litreally boxed bonnie within the corner of the elevator: it was a wall of cardboard and I couldn't see her and assumed she pressed the elevator button... but guess who we saw??? HER AGAIN. And she started (what's another word for b*tching... no not trying to swear but can't think of a better word at the moment to convey such annoyingness) about how we didn't know anything and she got pissed because the elevator stopped on the lobby floor and that it wasn't moving and started yelling at me and to be careful (about what???) and decided to come down with us to show us how to recycle. ARGH. Well in order to get to the elevator button she had to squish her face on the cardboard boxes which gave me great pleasure to watch. ARGH. We pay for your salary and we didn't do anything wrong and we didn't have control of the situation and just because we're teenagers, you can't treat us that way and the tenants were understanding when they saw us move heavy furniture and were patient with the movers. I was in such a foul mood after.
ARGH

Adventures and Alcohol

Anyway yesterday was crazy. It started off with me and Allie going to Nolita (north of little italy) and just walked around the pretty little shops (no didnt buy anything) and visited the Soho Prada store where they had a mini exhibition and we picked up free pins and stuff (which we later told Liz and Bonnie that we paid $50 for each pin.. lol...). We ended up at a Japanese restaurant where I had a great dinner special for a mere $15 and they asked allie if she wanted wine and she ended up with two glasses. Well we started talking about alcohol and she thought I didnt drink because I hated alcohol when in fact it's because I disliked the taste and hadn't found anything great yet. So we ended up walking for another two/three hours trying to look for a place so I could try something (without carding). To make a really long story short after wandering around Nolita, then Soho, the Greenwich Village and then the Meatpacking District getting carded once, we ended up at this small restaurant where the manager was really nice. I got a irish cream coffee...Allie was ecstatic to be able to witness this moment: she called the other roomies to see if they wanted to come and they were literally shocked and going crazy. Anyway it was disappointing because it was so strong and I had to constantly be downing German chocolate cake to mask the alcohol. Allie had another three glasses of white wine and she was extremely buzzed to the point of tipsy when we got up. Yeah so creamy liquers are not for me either. I held my breath when I drank it. Yech. I did feel a little lightheaded and sleepy after. I tried to act totally drunk for my roommates and they were disappointed when I levelly told them I wasn't while Allie was totally.... you know. I guess alcohol is not for me. I think champagne truffles will do for now... Jacques Torres.. mmm.. $2 a piece. hehe. That's all I can handle for now. Judge as you please but I didn't get drunk.
So that was quite an experience.

Compliments and Lighting Project

Did I ever mention that compliments go such a long way for me? I can live on a single compliment for days. On thursday my teacher saw the bits and pieces of my lighting project and she said that she'd buy this at a retail store and that it was a really ambitious project and she loved it and the concept (which she wrote down the past week when I told her so that she could give the concept to her future classes) I WAS SO HAPPY. My teacher is extremely blunt and she'll say "oh.. that's okay.. it's not that great.. it's messy.." and it's rare for her to compliment you on something. YUP! So I'm on a high right now.
So after reading Tania's blog last night I suddenly got a GREAT idea for another lighting project. Pertaining to the concept of the disintegration of memory and Alzheimer's if I had to construct a light to show this I'd have some kind of organic shaped light fixture. Stamped on the vellum starting from the top part of the shade would have been a family photo (dad's side with more than 20 people) and slowly each person would disappear as the shade progressed downward until lastly, one person would be left (representation of self/ the person who has alzheimers). I think it would have been one creepy looking light considering if you've ever seen those chinese family photos where the grandparents rarely smile. I know this makes no sense whatsoever but I think I'll tell her my idea on Thursday though this particular light is due.


I like the lyrics that I posted at the beginning of the entry. It's true. Mike Shinoda: Fort Minor, Remember the Name. Especially on the art and design industry it's all about being in the right place at the right time. I really like that song: I feel that all I do right now is part of a process to get somewhere higher.


Paint: $8 per tube, Vellum paper: $1.5 per sheet. Concepts: priceless.

For inspiration I always turn to the Creator of this world who never ceases to amaze me with His sheer ingenuity and imagination. I truly believe that if you have great ideas and concepts, you can go far. Not everyone can think like you: you and you alone have unique ideas and ways of seeing that no one is aware of until you say so.
We had to record ourselves reading excerpts of these journal entries pertaining to the media for our lab teacher who wanted to put them in a dvd video for Friday's lab presentation. Well I had to read my friend's because she wasn't there and she wrote that as she was writing the entry, that her tv was on mute although she wasn't even watching it at all. The funny thing is, is that we are so afraid of missing out that we are forced to become a multi-tasker. I never thought of it that way. Anyway I wrote about Chinese films and the differences between them and Western films (as I wrote in here before). That concept of comparing foreign films with American ones was brought up a month ago in our class discussion and she kept asking for people to talk about what they wrote about the media so I talked and it inspired another group to do a film comparing the two. Awesome.