Shel Saved Me

Please read this poem before reading on. This day was incredibly hard: too many things went wrong and it felt like
not enough went right. All day I was about to be pushed over the edge; my emotions have been running even higher 
with the stress and the lack of sleep. All of that seemed minuscule compared to what I encountered late this evening. 
I have discovered that yes, with school work and projects and not getting dates and trying to get things right can be 
difficult, but all those things have to do with me. When am I leaving time for others; when am I making sure they have
someone to tell about their hard day? I may think I'm doing an okay job, considering, but everyone needs a wake up
call and mine came this evening. I've let some people slip through the cracks, and I feel terrible, just terrible. I can't 
blame it all on school or the chaos of life anymore. I must take responsibility to not be that spoiled brat that got boiled
in a vat that nobody ate. I want people to want to eat me… wait, that came out wrong. You get the picture (I'm punny).

Booking Skittles

The UVU AIGA chapter had their Christmas party tonight; we had a book exchange at the Student Alumni Center 
(which is actually a pretty souped up swanky place). UVU Dining Services catered and we actually had more than 
just the regular six (three of those are Bill's wife and adorable little kids) of us show up. Five more showed up along 
the way. What a terrific turn out and I got the most wonderful design book out of it. See that fat shiny one on the top?
Yeah, thanks to Sydney (for she is the one who brought it) I am the proud owner of it. I love books; I'm slowly building
my design library, as you can see–slowly but surely. Also, FHE + the skittles game equals total mayhem. The End.

Americanizing Christmas

Last year I was invited to attend a gingerbread making occasion at Nikki's parent's house with all of her siblings in
December. I guess I was good, because I was invited back this year. Last year Nikki and I made the house from UP.
It wasn't that tremendous; we had tootsie pops coming out of the chimney for the balloons and we even made a 
Kevin to put on the roof with a little candy stash next to him. The rest of the house looked nothing like the house from
UP, but those were the key elements that made it that house. Well, this year we decided to get a little more ambitious, 
can you tell what it is? We made this up on the fly, no prepping before. Also, the Christmas devotional was, to put it
perfectly, heavenly. I am so pumped for Christmas. I am also pumped to see my far away siblings this season. Yeet!

Feetless Portraits

From sun up to sun down I took pictures of shoes. Oh, how I adore shoes. Although, this was an assignment–for my
digital photography class we are making a poster for our final with a theme of our choice. My choice: shoes; quick,
easy and they are the perfect subjects. I sent out a message to some of my dear peeps to help me out with the 
cause. First of all because I own only converse and flats (I wanted a good variety) and second of all, this gave me a 
legit deadline. I must say, my friends has some pretty remarkable shoes. I have to have twenty different photos for 
my poster… thus twenty photo shoots today, all with some very lovely subjects. These flats belong to my super 
hipster friend Dani. Thanks to all who helped out with the shoe cause. Speaking of causes, tonight I went to a Toy Ball
that Oliver threw. All the proceeds went to Shriner's children's hospital. There was a silent action, live band, smacksy
treats, a virgin bar, dancing, picture with Santa and Mrs. Clause (much like his networking party, only this one had 
tons of Christmas lights). The entrance fee was a toy to put under the tree. How great… tremendous Saturday, no?

I've Been Bobbed

The Students of the Senior Seminar class (I have many a friends enrolled in said class) put on their 'identity' show

this evening at the Provo Towne Square. I felt incredibly swanky; they had plenty of swag, free samples, a live band

and even side walk chalk to doodle all over the neighboring parking garage. These students teamed up with the Boys

and Girls club and picked a teen for the semester. For the passed weeks they have worked with their teen to teach

them an art discipline (drawing, painting, photography, sculpture, etc.). At the beginning of the show I ran into these

portraits of Bob Marley and Bob Dylan. They stopped me clear in my tracks and I melted. I completely adore the style

of these paintings. I love how simple they are, black and white, yet so complexly controlled with the paint splotches

and the paint drips. Oh to own these… a girl can dream, right? I love attending shows, especially for free.

You Can Do It

Finals are upon me again. I'm sorry that you must listen to my murmuring of the endless hours that design projects

consume of me in the last weeks of each semester. I have a list of about 50 or so things that I need to accomplish,

ideally by December 10th. Oh my 'ugh'-ness. As the time gets closer, I'm panicking a bit; I know I can get everything

done, I always do. It's just that I only have one semester left; I wish I could cram in three more semesters of good

studio classes. I fear that the first three years of college were a waste. Is it bad that I don't really remember anything

from my general ed classes? I feel like I am just getting to the good part of a movie on T.V. When everything is about

to be revealed and the storm of the century hits, knocking out the power grid of the entire earth. And I will never know

the what happens in the end. Thus is life, eh? So, in an effort to calm my anxieties, I drew an inspirational message

on my toaster strudel. Alas, once I came back from grabbing my camera, the message melted, oh bother.

Up Goes The Wall

I have had a pile of things to hang up sitting next to my desk for two months now. I couldn't take it anymore, and I

was in dire need of a homework break. So I put up my infamous 'wall'. I am not a huge fan of it this time, but at least

now the pile isn't staring me in the face every time I sit down to do my homework. As well as having some inspiration

to look at in this white washed underground home. There are a few additions and I'm missing some. Notice one of my

printmaking projects is up there along with my free letter pressed poster from that tattoo event I attended last month.

I always have a space left after I finish. I think I'll make something over the break to post above our mirror. (The 'wall'

is currently hanging above my dresser in the room that Nikki and I sleep in). Now what to hang in the living room?