In Honor Of My Newly Rediscovered Love of Art

So, as I discussed last night, art and I are back in love, and going stronger than ever. We just spent too much time together and needed a bit of a break. As with any healthy relationship. But we've found each other once more, and in honor of that, an art posting.

These are all the art-related links I've been stockpiling for ages with the intent of doing an art post. So enjoy. People and their ideas are amazing. From the largest building-side mural to the tiniest bathroom stall doodle.

Pick some words that appeal to you and enjoy!!

Speed.                         Mind-Blowing.              Toilet Paper.

Tiny Worlds.              Tricksy.                Imperial Domination. (hint: click this, of course it appeals to you)

Gamer.                      Dedication. (Truly amazing)            RHOMBUS!


Really, you should consider looking at them all, but lets face it, you're busy people. Looking to procrastinate, which explains your being here. And lets be honest, at least you're getting some form of culture here. As opposed to say...sporcle (talk about addictions!! if you've never been, DON'T GO YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE!) So enjoy these links. I haven't been dumping any lately.I figure the poor guy hasn't been getting any from Zelda so its the least I can do (and no, these terrible Zelda puns will never end. Ever. Grab your ocarina and get used to it).

Peace out cub scouts!

You Don't Know What You've Got Until It's Gone

Damn it, it makes me mad how true that sentiment is. Like, sometimes there are just things you don't want to miss, and you don't want to think about how great they were. You just want to let things go and let bygones be bygones, ya know? Take tonight, for example. The art building and I have become quite intimately acquainted this weekend, spending long hours together, late at night....it's like I'm having an affair. And tonight, after a particularly quick and messy rendezvous (yes, I'm going there. You know you like it ;]) I left, feeling quite happy and actually regretting that this was probably my last studio class. Last semester, studios were the death of me- not that I love them this semester- but now there's always fun people in the print studio, and people's Pandora's are always playing music I love, and they're so much more light and fun than they ever were. People are always around to offer critiques or swap techniques with, compare music, or give opinions on professors or classes. Just in the past weekend alone I've met and chatted with so many others - slaves to the art department (I would say kindred spirits, but we've sold our souls to the department already) and I'm actually enjoying the time I'm spending working on my prints. And I sketch all the time now! I never kept a sketchbook until I left the major. How fucked up is that!? Of course my secret, latent love of art would emerge once I've filled out the final papers for a one way ticket to Quitsville, USA (apparently whose population is on the rise...). *Sigh* Not that I regret or don't treasure my re-surfacing love of art. In fact, that's the reason I switched majors. If I'm drawing/painting/sculpting/printing it's because I want to. And I've found something that's inspired me to do so. Not because I need to, have been assigned to, or told to. I hate time lines, I hate deadlines, I hate being rushed when I'm drawing. If I'm excited about something I'll do it. If not, I'll procrastinate like it's my job. So I guess I'm glad for my rediscovery. Because for a while, quite honestly, I forgot why I was doing it. I forgot why I would ever draw if not being graded. Why create for no one? When in all honesty, the best type of creation is one done for yourself. That you do whenever you want, show to whoever you want, and do whatever you want with. It's a glorious feeling.

So maybe that's it then, maybe to regain that feeling of love and affection you once had for something, you've got to get away from it. Maybe that god-awful feeling of missing things, or people, is what causes us to come running back to give them a giant bear hug. And you know what? If it's worth it to you, whatever that something is that you let go will welcome you back with open arms. Trust me, I've seen it happen.

Babe, this is for you. You know who you are <3

What The Hell Is She Talking About?!

So, I have a lot of style obsessions, many of which are pretty hardcore nerdy and tricky explain to normal people with normal interest ranges. So I figure I'll throw a little counterculture into your otherwise very sane and normal lives. If you know me, have gone to a Comic Con with me, have ever talked to me or watch Project Runway with me you might recognise some of these things...

Krysti's Current Style Obsessions:

(there are really only two...but I'll make it seem like a list)



Pin-Up: A pin-up girl, also known as a pin-up model, is a model whose mass-produced pictures see wide appeal as popular culture. Pin-ups are intended for informal display. Pin-up girls may be glamor models, fashion models, and actresses. The term pin-up may also refer to drawings, paintings, and other illustrations done in emulation of these photos (see the list of pinup artists). The term was first attested to in English in 1941;however, the practice is documented back at least to the 1890s. Many pin-ups were photographs of celebrities who were considered sex symbols. One of the most popular early pin-up girls was Betty Grable. Her poster was ubiquitous in the lockers of G.I.'s during World War II. Other pin-ups were artwork, often depicting idealized versions of what some thought a particularly beautiful or attractive woman should look like. (Wikipedia0
I think what I love most about the pinup style is that pinup models weren't like today's models in one major way; CURVES. Pinup girls were made of something other than carrot sticks and spearmint gum, yet they still flaunted what their mama's gave'em and adorned the lockers of GI's everywhere. I also absolutely ADORE the stereotypical Pin Up color scheme: red, black, and white. Polka dots. High waists and even higher hemlines. A-dorable. All I need is a pair of cute red flats to complete my ever-growing red accessories collection (hair bow, necklace, belt, sunglasses, purse....)



Recognise this Super Heroine?

Steampunk: A fan made subculture that emphasises the Neo-Victorian aesthetic. A world of steam engines, clockworks, polished brass and unpolished leather. Signature piece - goggles (DeviantArt) 
UGH!! This is and has been for so long my favorite style EVER. And I always struggle to explain this to people who don't know what I'm talking about. This style is actually the reason for this posting, I found a pretty solid definition of the style and needed to share it with the world. Or, at least the world of people most likely to interact with me. Because it's truly a beautiful thing, in a super-nerdy, geeks-created-this-just-to-dress-up sort of way. But for real. Google image this and you get absolutely insane results. It's everything I love about Victorian styling plus gears (which I freaking love. Why? No idea. Aesthetically they just appeal to me.) Honestly, anything you can think of has been steampunked, Star Wars, Superheros, guitars, etc.

The Bitches On Top and How They Got There

I love you all, sorry I never write anymore!! Keeping a blog is tricky if you're out of practice!! But hopefully this makes up for it at least a little. If not, please direct your angry comments to the comment box. Particularly since this post might be a temper-raiser. <3

So, my dear Bosom Buddy (BB) and I were discussing life the universe and everything as we strolled through a particularly shady area of Long Island the other night (OMG another Con, more about that later). And we were talking about how, both of us being fairly strong-willed, saucy kids, we get assumed to be bitches pretty often (there is much truth to this statement, but its validity is not the point). And we decided that for girls (at least in terms of interacting with guys) there's not much middle ground. You're either a bitch, if you throw their insults, snide comments, and sexual innuendos right back at them, or you're a ditz if you sit there and take all their crap while giggling and slapping at their shoulders. I mean, what's a girl to do? The girls who sit there and just giggle or swat at the offending male kind of make me sick, Jesus Christ women died for your rights and here you are, less gumption and personality than a bowl of peanuts. Which really leaves one alternative (well two, but I don't really know how many Amazonian colonies there are left in the world, let alone how to find one...) which is to saucy right back and be labeled a condescending jerk. The more BB and I thought about it, the more we fine-tuned our theory. I mean, think about it. The back-sassing bitches go on to fly solo, powering through the workforce, becoming CEOs and successful single business women until after they've established themselves maybe (just maybe) they'll start looking for someone who'll put up with them. And the ditzes go on to flirt and shoulder-smack their way into the heart of some guy (oh, don't worry, we have a theory on the double-standard of men too...) where they will proceed to raise a family and work a little here and there and have a white picket fence etc. Granted these are kind of extreme, but I think that every woman you'll ever meet will be one of these two types. Yes, there are successful ditz and yes, there are happily married, homemaking bitches, but for the most part I feel like our theory holds some water. Particularly now that women's rights are a big deal again. Equal pay for equal work, that sort of thing. Which is not only fantastic, but a long time coming. However, at the same time, you've got to wonder what that's doing to women. We're taking the super-stereotypical roles of both sexes (men: breadwinners, workers; women: homemakers, caretakers) and redistributing them so that now a woman can be a bread winning, care taking, homemaking, worker. Which leaves some men who take on the other side willingly and take care of kids and be homemakers, but the vast majority do not. Leaving the bitches to do all the work and tend to be a bit saucy about it. In terms of men (when dealing with women) there are basically the majority (douchbags) and the semi-minority (nice guys). Basically, all the nice guys spend their days having assumptions being made about them and being called names by their homophobic counterparts. Which then drives all the nice guys who may have self-confidence issues (which is many of them, seeing as they still have a soul and a great deal of humanity in them, causing them to feel emotional pain unlike their fellows) either into seclusion for fear of people's assumptions or to become more like douchbags to fit in. Leaving a very small population of human-fearing nice guys and a very large population of d-bags in the dating pool. Meaning that all the ditzes usually end up with the d-bags while the bitches wait around long enough to find and drag a nice guy out of his human-fearing corner. Again, both these are extremes, but I feel like most girls and guys (in my age gap) fit somewhere along the spectrum. Humanity's awesome, right!?

You know what's funny, this theory was constructed mere days after I decided not to judge people because judging only leads to drama and if there's one thing I am literally panic-attack afraid of (other than eyes, being absent, 3D, and death) it's drama. Let it be known to all those three people who are reading this: DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT (as long as you're not hurting yourself or others) I DON'T CARE (I mean, I do care, and some things I'd rather you not do, but who am I to tell you what's right or wrong?? That's what that large concentration of nerve endings between your ears is for.)

Heavy stuff, someone has to have a reaction, LEAVE ME COMMENTS!! Hate-mail, fan-mail, drug-induced wonderings, concerns for my sanity, therapists' calling cards, WHATEVER!

A Tale of Two Biddies

Sorry to leave you hanging guys and dolls, my weeks have been quite consumed lately, between prepping for Halloween (I know, I'm super late!), showcase rehearsal, Glee, the occasional Bio Club, and Biddie watching, I've been all over the place! But don't think I haven't been missin' ya. So, to the point. First off, let me begin (as Dr. Maxwell taught us) by the defining of terms, namely:

Biddie (bid-eeee) noun: a biddie, while difficult to define accurately while avoiding confusion, is a college age female who falls under some, most, or all of these descriptions.
-often short/petite
-gullible, easily tricked
-wears spandex pants, a miniskirt barely covering the vag, or anything from American Apparel
-footwear consists of Uggs, boots with fur on them, heels, or some combination of the three
-enjoys Biddie Songs (Low by Flo Rida ft. T-pain, Shake That by Eminem ft. Nate Dogg, etc)
-at least 80% of their facebook pictures would render them unemployable if leaked
-does not remember the last weekend that did not involve a hangover
-dreams of being a woman from Desperate Housewives
-Smirnoff Ice = ideal pregame
-"so what's your major?" is absolutely a legit pickup line
-wakes up in weird places
-the purpose of the bathroom/kitchen sink is obviously as a courtesy for you when you get sick

So now that you've got that, I may begin.

The freshman who live in my hall are biddies. That's what I concluded within the first week of seeing their weekend outfits and hearing them tell each other about their weekend escapades and listen to them complain about how they're so done with wearing anything but sweatpants to college. Biddies, the lot of them. Dirty ones too. If our cleaning ladies from last year were here lets just say they would have stopped cleaning our bathroom weeks ago (they're not our maids ya know!) Anyway, I basically just relentlessly make fun of said biddies. However, I have to work in close proximity with them for something and had to hold a meeting with them yesterday. So, since Karma and I have an agreement (I try and be a nice person, she sometimes tries a little less hard when ruining my life) I decided to go into this meeting with an open mind, judgement-free, since all my judging had been done from afar. Fine. I go down to this meeting and ask for suggestions for our community parade float (this years theme is 'Wild Wild West' - laaaaaame! but that's another story). First suggestion? 'Wild Wild West Coast.' Like, Katy Perry style.

Really?

Let it be known that sometimes first impressions are much more accurate than one would think. But okay, only one comment, it could be a coincidence right? Don't be too hasty Krysti, you say. Well that, my blog-reading friends (if there are any of you left after my hiatus) is where you are wrong. Naught but a few seconds later: "Are there any booooys doing this float?"

Goddamn it kids.

Basically, my faith in the incoming freshman- who I made an attempt to give a second, actual chance to. Even karma can't argue, I did my research this time.

God, I'm so tired and have nothing to say, I just really wanted to use that blog title. Sorry guys, I'll give you some things to think about in the meantime.......

All men should read this.

People who are interesting might like this.

People who feel guilty about stealing music might appreciate this.

And some recent pictures from a weekend jaunt to the Renn Faire....

Chivalry is not dead, in fact it's quite alive and lookin' fiiiiine.





What do you call a woman with a Turkey Leg?



Wolverine makes a guest appearance (coolest claw-thing EVER)



Don't worry, they're non-alcoholic. It's not Tuesday just yet...

I'm Sorry, I Love You, I Know I Never Write...

I'll post something good.

I promise.

Just....later.....<3<3<3<3


Feedback's always nice though, as are formspring questions. They get the creative blog-juices flowing....

So, This Campus is Basically Hollywood

Here are two more celebs I saw during my travels today....

Black Power Ranger: Basically this confirmed that the Power Rangers have a secret base somewhere on campus. There's no other explanation for the sighting of three of them within a week. Some evil must be afoot here. Hopefully they take on Dining Services, because as far as I'm concerned, that's the greatest evil going on around here.

Goyle (A Very Potter Musical): First off, if you haven't watched already, DO IT. Secondly, swear to wizard-god that he's in my Botany class, all 8 feet of him.

Speaking of the wonderful production AVPM' I would like to pass on one of the most valuable things I have learned in college, possibly ever (sorry to everyone I talked to a million times about this already, but I'm still high on life about it). TRY NEW THINGS. Whenever you can in life, but college is the ideal place to do something you've always wanted to, something you never had the guts to do in high school, something you never felt like you could break into for whatever reason. Well kids, all that's been drop-kicked out the window! I cannot think of anything more liberating that doing something you've though about doing and chickened out of so many times. As codename Esmeralda recently told me "Is there some reason you can't do it? Then do it!" True dat girl, those gypsy-type are so wise :) But in all reality, one of my biggest weaknesses is that I won't go for something without the validation of others, which sucks, because someone else's opinion of you should never stop you from doing what you love. I don't care if you can't sing a note, if you love to do it, find an empty laundry room somewhere and freakin' belt it out. Do what you love, and fuck the rest. Do what you've always wanted to and throw inhibition to the wind, whatever your age, where ever you might be on the road of life (NOTE: if your dream is to set the world record for LSD taken in one sitting, be a serial killer, or set yourself on fire, please disregard this post). It's the most incredible high you can ever imagine, whether you succeed or not. DO IT.

And on that note: 

(as if I couldn't think he was any more adorable....compliments of Esmeralda, thanks Ezzie!)

 

Spotted Around Campus/As Told By Graphs

Spotted Around Campus:



Literally taken as I sit here writing this.


ME! So, several reports have come in over the past few days that my doppelganger is also running around campus. And since at least two people have said hello to her as me, I'm assuming she's a bit confused. Bitch better get a new look, this ones taken. However, until this problem is resolved, rule of thumb: if you can hear her before you see her, it's me.

Emma Pilsbury (Glee): Maybe it was because she was wearing a dress that looks just like the one Emma is wearing here, or her bubbly, cute personality, but I swear my math professor (who is super nice) reminds me of Emma

Velma (Scooby Doo): Jinkies! Although the two don't look alike, they share an affinity for losing glasses. Whether it be playing Wink on the quad or being plowed down during CTF. Diehmers, three guesses. Honey B, you get one. Frequently seen hanging out with Shaggy, ironically enough.




And, to get everyone into a Halloween spirit, some graphs pertaining to my costume theme this year (first time not cross-dressing in 5 years!!!)

I Swear, I Haven't Died

o here's a quick mishmash of things to keep you occupied because I haven't posted anything recently:

Overheard on campus:

"....You're not paying come to school to give guys p***y, you're paying to go to class....abstinence...." Classy, UD, classy.

Spotted On Campus:

Every one's favorite musical traveling companion trekking across the quad....that's right! Harmonica boy is back this semester, and car-less so I hear, so looks like no more carpooling for me. What the heck do I write about now?!

At the VMAs (in keeping with my prepositionally phrased headings...)

Yes, she wore meat, no I don't condone you wearing cold cuts around campus any day, but yes I still freaking love the woman to death. Not to mention she won 8 freaking VMAs. Waddya have to say about that Kanye?! So, in celebration: some new Gaga off her upcoming album EDIT: Some Gaga you might not have ever heard that may or may not be from her new album (title officially announced at the VMAs) Born This Way. Stay chill lil monsters (ignore the weird fan-made video, just listen to the music).



Oh, and this one always makes me laugh..."FRISBEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Spotted Around Campus

So, as you all might be hoping, a new year means new Celeb sightings. It's been tricky this year, they're harder to spot for some reason, but I've gathered a few for you all to enjoy.

Johnny Depp: although the guy I spotted was marginally less attractive than the real deal, he was a cutie, and rockin' very JD-esque aviator sunglasses. And he was studin' his little butt off in front of the education building. Which are two key signs that he can't be that bad a guy. No Johnny, but who is?

 Ash Katchem: Yes the notorious Pokemon trainer extraordinaire is apparently a science major here. Spotted roaming the bio wing sporting Ash's signature cap (which I kind of really want...sad? Nah)

Dominic Monaghan: He must have come straight off the 'Love the Way You Lie' set to come back to teach here, or maybe it's his dad. Either way, I swear my Botany professor looks oddly like him. But, like in the case of Johnny, nowhere near as attractive (CRHS grads don't worry, I learned my lesson!!)

Blue and Red Rangers: Not spotted together (in fact, Red is the same guy as Ash) but within two days I've already spotted two of the Power Rangers team who are apparently students here. I guess there really is nothing to fear when danger (mostly in the form of gas leaks, snow, or down campus-email) is near.






I'll keep my eyes peeled for any famous faces strolling across the quad but until then, don't forget to submit any celebs you might see on your campus!! Peace out cub scouts!