A Small Adventure

Hi Mom. So today I hung out with basically 1 of the 2 friends I have made this semester. I made a 3rd friend in her crusted gecko whose name I cannot pronounce because it's Gaelic.  Then, once her girlfriend, Kim, got off of work we had a late lunch/early dinner and went over to Siesta Key, which is supposed to be one of the best beaches in the US. And while it was evening and cloudy, it was a gorgeous beach with white sandy shores and ice blue waves. Ariel and Kim are cuties. Still, no beach will ever compare to my love in Coasta Del Sol in Spain where my obsession with beach photos began. Above definitely feels lacking when compared to the below photo.  Summer of 2013 ^

Hi Mom. Got an early Christmas present from Emily. I opened it - sue me.  She was completely aware of the name, "Hamilton" and the joy it would bring me to. Giggle. Emily suggested that I name my new coffee maker "Alexander Hamilton". FINALLY have a reason to use my 5 coffee mugs (that my mother insisted I bring with me for some reason). As excited I was about being able to use K-Cups, I changed my mind once I was at the grocery store and say the price difference. Good Ole Folgers it is. Sorry Starbucks K-Cups, maybe in another life. So after stocking up on coffee, half and half (normal chemically coffee creaming are banned from the Mask household), and sugar I had a very good cup of coffee. I have one final this week (Film and Narrative on Thursday at 1pm) and in the meantime will be pushing out Christmas Drawings for friends and family until my thumb falls off. Here's to killing time until Disney and then home for a few weeks! Sigh it ca

Short Story Final Draft: The Omens by Samantha Mask My sister, more precisely, my twin, Florence and I agree on most things. It’s simply in our nature to understand one another thoroughly and completely. But one thing we could not agree on was which of us was going to be wearing our favorite crimson red dress to the Davish Manor Ball later that Fall evening. “You wore it last time,” I argued, pressing the dress against me as if it were my partner, and danced around the room. “Ruth, dear, we both know I look better it in,” Florence said as she powdered her face in front of the candle lit vanity, her voice velvety and playful. We both laughed at this, knowing there was hardly a difference in either of our appearances, save for the birth mark we each bore on the back of our hands. Florence’s jagged, butterscotch colored mark that was about the size of a thimble was on her left hand. Mine was on my right. “You can wear it if you want,” Florence said, throwing her hands in th

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Hi Mom. Sorry for the 4 week hiatus...the end of the semester has been stressful, chaotic, enlightening, exhausting and a million other things. Let us take a journey through a relatively average students's freshman fall semester in art school. Drawing 1/Perspective: Figure Drawing 1:  And then a series of unfortunate self portraits: My other classes consisted of Storytelling, Film and Narrative, and Intro to Theater: Elements of Plays. Our final project in Storytelling was a fully revised Short Story, which I will post on its own since it's quite long. Something I was hesitant about was told I could make it even longer because my classmates and teacher liked it so much. The main thing I learned this semester, aside from gradual building up my skills in drawing - I do feel the improvement and am very happy with my overall work and progress - is the fact that the person teaching you can make a ginormous difference. I'd a