A Small Adventure

Hi Mom. This morning went better than anticipated, considering i woke up at 7:30 (went to bed around 1) and couldn't go back to sleep. Not a great start. So, I got up and decided since I was up that I might as well go the things I needed at Walmart cause I'd have to go at some point and this way I could beat the afternoon heat and everyone else who needed the same things. 8am is a good time to go grocery shopping, apparently. Good parking spot, all new carts, and few people to get stuck behind or have to say 'excuse me you're standing right in front of the peanut butter I need, talking to someone as if you haven't seen them in 10 years but lets be honest you guys are neighbors. Please MOVE.' (you know who you are). In the produce section were some really pretty, [cheap] flowers, so I got me some flowers because I can. And found a cheap vase that I thought was super pretty. Flowers make every room nicer. I am probably the only student at Ringling who h...

Hi Mom. The last two Saturdays have been consecutively therapeutic. Something about grocery/supply shopping, doing laundry and organizing my room after whirl-winding through the days prior is very relaxing. Even today when I had to wait an hour and a half to get my new tires, I spent the entire time in the Starbucks next door doing some cafe drawings (drawing unsuspecting people quickly). Here are my favorites from today: There were plenty more, but people tend to move so these were the people that stayed relatively stagnant while I was drawing. I was in the corner by a window for the most part and I know the girl next to me, who was past bored with the textbook open in front of her, kept glancing over. I half expected her to say something but she eventually left and my first official cafe drawing session went unnoticed, which is fine by me. I just hope when I'm a multi-million dollar artist that someone might care if I'm drawing them! (just kidding...except for the multi-...

Hi Mom. I'm blogging tonight mainly because I am so beyond frustrated with living in a dorm. And before you jump to the usual complaints, it actually isn't because of my Bugle Eating, Vampire of a roommate...at least not tonight. I've been doing really good this past week and half that I've been back at school - as far as the weight loss goes. For those who don't know, over Winter Break I was perscribed Phentermine by my doctor to help with my weightless journey. Because at 4'10 and a 148 lbs I am quite overweight. So, the Phentermine has kicked in and I've lost 4 lbs (I'm sure it's mostly water weight, but I'll take it) so far. And I've been really getting into working out and researching what natural foods are the best and exactly what they do to the body - I'm even thinking of going to the farmer's market this weekend. I even bought natural peanut butter - of course this was before I learned that almond butter is much better fo...

Hi Mom. I promise I will have separate posts coming soon that will touch on the past few months when I went incognito blog-wise. Look for those in the future and if they are not there I'm sure you will have already given me crap about it. :) So, this Semester I have NO morning classes - HAZZAH. BUT I did wake up at 8 am and hit the gym. Great leg day. Definitely going to be feeling it tomorrow, but excited to go again tomorrow morning and do arm day. I felt like a pro walking in with my new yoga bag (courtesy of Jason's Mom) and walking out drenched in sweat. Plus it's kind of nice to be able to wake up, work out, shower THEN go to class whereas last semester the only free time during the day I had was 12-3, so I would wake up, go to class, work out, shower, go to class. Showering in the middle of the day was super weird and it meant putting on makeup -if only foundation - twice. And makeup is not cheap my friends. Figure Drawing II was my first class today, and there...

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...