Also....

Can someone make my life (or at least alleviate my boredom and give me something to contemplate between adventure time clips and tetris games) and write on my formspring? I freaking love that thing...why? Probably because, as stated in the very first blog post (and possibly the info in the sidebar) I love talking about myself. That's why I have a blog. And I'm willing to bet that's one of the reasons you read it. Or else mayhaps you're being held captive by shadow people in Lumpy Space (or some equally warped dimension) and being forced to read this as they torture some key secret (maybe the secret of who the cleaning ladies are blackmailing to keep their jobs?) out of you. In which case, leave me a comment and maybe I can help.

Who am I kidding? If you're kidnapped in Lumpy Space the best I can hope to do is put a large 'ON VACATION' banner across my blog and hope that Big Daddy and Hit Girl contact me for details. In which case they could probably help.

In other words, write on my formspring.

Spotted In the Art Building

I love the art building for several reasons....mostly because something new and eccentric is always popping up somewhere, generally the third floor. So here's a tribute to some of the crazy shit I've seen around since joining the art department...

Love this chair.

One of these might be mine... :)

Spackle-ified Monster Hands (ignore my weird face...)

Swine flu? Michael Jackson? No, just another day in design class.

Forget the elephant in the room, we have a cow in the elevator.

Fridge doodle.

Hate these stairs, but Emily's awesome.

Even the desks look like art.

EDIT: More now!!

Yeah, that's right, be excited....

Bee careful

[this is a note to the staff asking them to be careful when reinstalling the cow, because there is a bees nest in the base but not to kill it becase bee populations are suffering]

I feel like no one actually uses this for food...

The sign on the third floor women's bathroom where traditionally the 'WOMANS' sign would be...

don't ask me, I have nooo idea.

The sign on the men's room door. Also, no idea.

If you have a theroy about these, I'd love to hear it...