Halloween pics

We were out taking pictures by a taxi and the guy let me go in the front. How sick is that?
No one knew who I was tho.

Do You Still Hate Me?

It was just a song.

....and you said. Kinda.

I'm busy a lot but I've been getting ideas.
I'm depressed a lot but then I feel great.

Everything in moderation.
I need to believe a bit more.

My repackage of The Pretender by Jackson Browne, in 12"

I need a new camera, this one shows up grainy and is kinda slow, so it ends up kinda blurred.


(The whole package)

(Ditto )

(Back cover with a verse from the title track. "Are you there? / Say a prayer for the pretender / Who started out so young and strong / Only to surrender." It also says Jackson Browne. The Pretender. 1976 elektra/asylum/nonothing records)

(Blurry pic of back cover/back sleeve. The sleeve was a wraparond pic and I think my execution was pretty nice. Better pics when I rework, AGAIN)

I think my main problem, besides accidental pixels, is my "black on black" text (On the cover and back notes), which didn't end up the way I wanted.

such an empty surprise to feel so alone

So, I was SOOOOOO excited to finish my album cover for Communication Design. I thought it was great, I worked so hard on it. But it seemed like my teacher had nothing very positive to say about it. He didn't like my font face choice, my levels were off, it looked muddy, the script was pixelated (this I accept, I resized in PS by mistake.) But I was really bummed.
There were some that I felt were cop-outs or just not that great and he had nothing too bad to say about them. I really liked mine. I dunno, maybe i'm missing something.


(I'll get a better pic. looks wonky. some glare on too)

(Our next assignment is a 100 page book using only text and images from the phonebook. My original idea was scrapped after realizing we're only using the yellow pages.)

Then in Ad, I got told my ad was good, some ideas for another had potential, etc. I felt really good about it. Then, after class, my teacher comes up and says...

"You learning anything in this class?"
"Yes"
"Good, just look at the good ads, learn from that."

That kinda knocked me down a peg. I really feel like he should just kick me out and get it over with.
I was told by someone that this was NOT a sideways comment, but I beg to differ.
This was just one of those weeks that made me wonder if I made the right choices in life, and wether or not I really belong here.

Wow. Way to fuck my life this week, SVA.

In other news, I dressed up on Wednesday cause I had a *thing.* So I went to class as Joan Jett.

Some people actually got it, even though I had n leather jacket.
98% done on my costume for tomorrow/saturday night (Misfits Concert!)

i want so much to believe

My vinyl is going well. Today I finished my designs and bought the materials today for the cover and sleeve, tomorrow i'll do the printing and cutting.
I'm REALLY excited about it, so I hope it comes out well.

I had to get my meds so I went to Duane Reade and they're fucking idiots.
I wanted to see if they could transfer my refils (so I wouldn't have to call in a new 'script) and they were like "OK, hold on."
I wait.
The woman says "It's gonna take a while to call in so wait a bit." So I walk around the store for a bit and read their magazines.
When I get back over there, they see i'm still waiting so then they decide to call the other pharmacy to transfer the refills. When they are told they cannot the pharmacist tells me to get it filled there. In Brooklyn, where I do not live anymore because using another stores refills are illegal or some shit. The lady at the desk chimes in "That's why I asked what insurance you have."

Let's pause here.

First, YOU DIDN'T FUCKING ASK.
Second, what did that question have to do with ANYTHING?
Third, WHY instead of calling a Rite Aid in BK, if you knew you couldn't transfer my refills, didn't you call my Dr or ask me to do it, instead of making my wait for 30 goddamn minutes like a fucking dick? Cause now it's 5 and their office is closed.

You fucking idiots.

So anyway. Tonight was a pumpkin carving contest at my dorm. We did Eddie Munster, and we won. Yay us!


If I don't get a mohawk wig i'm not going as anything for Halloween. I'm relying on this one componant to hold it together. Don't get smart and comment that I should just give myself one.

got killed by ten million pounds of sludge (from NY & NJ)

(teaser)

Total rework of my vinyl.
Think I wanna try to make the dial turn.
By Monday.

Young Guns Party last night was fun.
More on that later.

pour me

Taking a break from my vinyl recover. I think it's going.... ok.
I've had sort of, a busy day today I guess.
I woke up kinda late, but the pictures I got out of the midtown library were already a day overdue, so I had to bring them in. So I trekked up there. It was only a quarter, which is good, because I am running out of cash.

On the way there, I stopped and got a coffee and a bagel. It was $2, and I paid with nickels and dimes. I sat on a bench and felt very pathetic. But it's just a hurdle for the week, I guess.

After the library, I did waste $20. It's actually not a waste, cause I needed shoes. I only have sneakers, and they are dirty and unprofessional.

Then I decided I may as well get some homework out of the way, and walked up to MOMA to see an exhibit for my East Village History class. It was called Looking at Music: Side 2 and it's basically the punk scene in NYC circa '77. Two small rooms. It wasn't anything mind blowing, I've seen the records that were hanging, and have the songs that were featured. There was some pictures Patti Smith drew, which were pretty cool. Some super 8 films, photos, handmade flyers and zines. It wasn't as impressive as I had hoped.
The adjoining rooms had some pretty nice collage work though.

Then I walked back home. It wasn't too cold in my opinion, but the walk down Fifth ave was irritating with tourist doing their photography and people shuffling. I don't really know why I took that way home.
I remember when I was little my Mom and I would go see my Dad at his office. We'd walk up by Rockefeller sometimes. I guess that's maybe why I still go there sometimes. I was so put together then. Then life fucked up.

Anyway.

I got a taco and a milkshake with my friends, and then we went out to drink.
But I left. I didn't even get a little tipsy. I guess cause everyone else beat me to it.
It was a weird day.