Invasion
I think I'm sick. I slept 11 hours last night and my body still feels tired.
Studio began yesterday. I got switched out of Josh's section and into... someone else's. I can't remember her name. She seems very nice and quite capable, but she has a very strong Asian accents and I have a terrible time understanding her.
Our first project is to come up with and execute at least twenty "experiments" with our assigned material. The first semester of second year seems to be all about materiality. Most kids in my year are taking Methods and Materials, which I took at Palomar. I'm a little nervous because I don't remember very much from that class, but at the same time, the class seems to be quite time-consuming.
My assigned material is fabric. I must choose one type of fabric and stick with it throughout the project, and I think I'm going to go with gossamer, but I'm not so sure. I want it to have some other quality to it besides just being woven, like translucency or stretchy, so I can experiment with that, also.
Studio is actually my only 200 level class this semester. I'm taking Structures 1, History of Painting, and Theory of Architecture with a group of 3rd-years. I love my History of Painting class. We sit around and talk about art for an hour. I do that anyway, and now I'm getting credit for it! Woo!
FOUND
I found this on the sidewalk on Hollywood Boulevard right next to Alfred Hitchcock's star on the Walk of Fame.
First night in the dorms
...was uneventful, and probably better that way. I'm moved in, except for my clothes, which are in boxes IN my closet, because my wardrobe is missing the closet rod. I bought one from Target last night for $7.99, but I'm holding out for them to give me one so I can spend the $7.99 on something else, like food. Yay food!
It's really good to see everybody again.
Progress.
It's only 10:30 and I'm almost completely done packing the crap I'm taking with me to school. There is one last load of wash which goes right into a suitcase and then everything goes into the car. I've sorted through (almost) everything in my room, so there we're about an hour away from making Jess's room into the library. I bought myself a new pillowcase to make my bed at school a more exciting replacement for my bed here, which was replaced by a sleeper couch.
I'm almost excited about moving back to Burbank.
Finally
I get to spend the whole day in my swimsuit and alternately swim and lay on the beach with a book and a drink.
I miss Cody and awful lot, though. But until I finally get to go home, this is a good compromise.
Aloha `auinalâ!
That means "good afternoon" and I have no idea how to say it.
I'm in Honolulu, Hawaii, specifically Waikiki Beach, relaxing on the hotel room balcony, eating an oriental snack mix from the sketchy mini-mart and drinking the hotel water, which, surprisingly, doesn't taste like poo. We walked around the tourist/shopping part of Waikiki and grabbed a couple gifts for people back home, as well as a charger for my camera battery, so this blog will soon have pictures. Yay pictures!
My first impressions of Hawaii are these:
1. The indistinct division between inside and outside on many buildings is wonderful and, like puka shells in the '90's, should make its way over to the mainland.
2. Ice-cold leis around your neck as soon as you get of a hot, stuffy, plane are heavenly.
3. Everyone here is tan; my semi-pale skin is what sets me apart from the locals and drops me in the category with the tourists wearing sandals with socks and embroidered bucket hats. I am ashamed.
Also, I can't get "Pineapple Princess" stuck out of my head. That really has nothing to do with even being here since that song gets stuck in my head about once a week. We're going to get Thai food, I think, and good God am I excited.
