tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351558582024-02-07T18:45:33.482-06:00Clever Findings[a quest for esoteric knowledge]Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-43993993747620305632011-03-24T23:26:00.000-05:002011-03-24T23:26:56.987-05:00My First LUSH product: Space Girl Bath Bomb<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Ok. So I pick this awesome little item up at the LUSH counter nearest me. It was one of the products I really wanted to give a try. I got it for $4.95, which for a one use bath product, that's a high price. I really wanted to give LUSH a go, so I shelled out the cash to own one of these beauties. Space Girl is glitter-loaded, and smells light and sweet...almost like a Sweet-tart or fruity candy! I haven't tried it yet, but I will definitely post my responce to this celestial luxury once I've used it. :)Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-34816509398946743622010-11-25T13:25:00.001-06:002010-12-22T11:28:08.677-06:00Another ThanksgivingI'm not entirely sure that it's correct of me to post my bad holiday experiences. I feel as though I should be recording these dismal feelings that my cranium contains, but as the same time, I find it rather unfair to post them strictly around the holidays. Today is nothing short of terrible.<br />
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I do not wish to go into detail about the events that occurred earlier today and yesterday, but just asume that I've been under pressure and stress over a variety of topics. It won't do anyone any good to continue reading about my fears involving the future. It's too much of a jumbled mess to pick through. Let me simply state that I'm once again in a foul mood on Thanksgiving. During the boiling point I had a mind to run away from the holiday entirely and spent it at the local McDonald's just to calm my nerves. What a terrible plan to devise.Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-48827454277897890602010-05-27T12:09:00.002-05:002010-05-27T12:27:23.469-05:00My love of fashion.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJuE3Jwsc6YtYfud3sTX-0i7OuxoECqiGyRhZf0HxJyVTtvSzXjT6duM8-LfCyFkZq_ptK9WpcMQpsHqpsq5nUpKc7setP2Gc5TG9e4w9y1t4btVcu2yF3VAPRruWrdGRbkpdyg/s1600/pic.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDJuE3Jwsc6YtYfud3sTX-0i7OuxoECqiGyRhZf0HxJyVTtvSzXjT6duM8-LfCyFkZq_ptK9WpcMQpsHqpsq5nUpKc7setP2Gc5TG9e4w9y1t4btVcu2yF3VAPRruWrdGRbkpdyg/s200/pic.bmp" width="196" /></a>I've been TOTALLY obsessed with Betsey Johnson as of late. I recently purchased my first Betseyville bag, in my favorite print, leopard. I've been scouting around at T.J. Maxx and her offical website for a variety of BJ products. I'm completely smitten with the "picnic" jewelry collection. My favorite: <a href="http://www.betseyjohnson.com/store/productdetails2.aspx?productid=8820">Picnic Basket Necklace</a>. (shown on the right) It's currently $30 on the Betsey Johnson website. :)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Summer is here, and my thirst for cute fashion and fun nights is almost unbearable. I've been trying to save money, and so I cannot allow myself to spend on frivilous items, but its so difficult not to drool over all the goodies I want.</div>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-86258108046439282872009-12-09T12:03:00.001-06:002010-01-25T20:15:12.612-06:00Endless CrochetingSo I've been crocheting for days on and off. I started and finished a lovely crocheted necklace today. The pattern can be found here: <a href="http://crochetme.com/patterns/crochet-necklace">Crochet-Necklace</a>. I'm new at this so I hope it doesn't look like something a clown would wear. :P<br />
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I'm actually excited about Christmas. I feel like its going to be more festive and enjoyable now that I'm not worrying so much about shopping for gifts since I'll be making gifts this year. I've begun crocheting a scarf (not telling who its for) and its the first crocheted scarf I will be finishing! Jason helped me pick the color of the yarn while we were at hobby lobby, and I decided to add a set of wooden buttons near one end of the scarf for style. I'm actually proud of how its looking so far! Just a bunch more to go. :P <br />
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Personally, I rather enjoy receiving homemade gifts. I see in commercials on TV that lend the message that homemade gifts are "awkward" or "boring", but I think that is obviously the promotion of consumerism above the thoughtfulness of giving. If someone spend hours making me a scarf, I'd be impressed! Oh and I won't complain that it wasn't a BluRay player either. The nerve of some of these people in these commercials!<br />
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I do need fabrics to continue my Christmas-ing though. I'm not so worried because crocheting takes more time that sewing does, so I believe I'm ahead of schedule for now. I do have a sewing machine (Singer Simple), which I received from my mom for my birthday, and I love cranking out things on it. I've made two kilts, adapted a t-shirt, mended pants, hemmed a robe, and soon I'll be making tops in Renaissance style as gifts for friends and family! Lets hope none of my family reads this. :)<br />
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What I wanted was for a soul to spoon soup or tea to me, pamper my dry flesh with a hydrating lotion, and comfort me as I drifted back to sleep. Maybe not a real person. Perhaps more of a ghost or some kind spirit that would tend to me as if I were bed ridden and then vanish once I was well. Seeing as there is no one to do such things, I did them myself. Opening my jar of Ponds lotion, I slathered it on my dry limbs, unsatisfied at the blue veins that peer at me through my white skin. Feeling to lazy to steep a cup of tea, I downed a few butter cookies from the tin my mother gave me before the holiday, and now I return to my book and hopefully the province of sleep.Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-64567622237812318562009-11-27T18:31:00.000-06:002009-11-27T19:14:59.380-06:007pm, to bed.I felt poorly today, which is some what of a rarity for me. I like to stay chipper and emotionally healthy, but lately its been taxing. I can't quite put my finger on the variable that is causing the change in my moods. I wake up, emotionally exhausted some days. Everything appears muted and dull, and my vitality feels as if its receded beneath my epidermis, puckered and weak if affected with some sort of illness. On these days, I favor isolation and find it laborious to even change out of my bed clothes. I feel as though I'm not fit to face the people who know and love me. They expect me to be my perky self, full of ambition to work/study/socialize but on these days I can't even pretend to oblige them. I'm usually to restless to sleep and my appetite dwindles. Today is one of those days that have become more and more frequent. I try to "snap out of it" but it's strange fog ensnares me, and becomes difficult to fan away.<br /><br />So I had to leave my beloved boyfriends house whilst in the middle of a hockey game on TV, to return home due to my fatigue. It pained me to leave since I feel like I never get to spend as much time with him as I would like to. And now, here I am, preparing myself for an early bedtime. A fresh copy of Emily Bronte's <span style="font-style: italic;">Wuthering Heights</span> is waiting for me on the paisley orange comforter upon my bed, and in times like these, reading is the only thing that can help pass the lonely and dismal hours of illness away. I forced down a slice of cheesecake a moment ago. Time will tell if it was a poor choice of sustenance now stuck at the bottom of my stomach.<br /><br />Did I mention that today I finished Diane Setterfield's novel, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Thirteenth Tale</span>? Fantastic read, and I highly recommend it if you are fond of gothic fiction.<br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>"I thought you said something about a wolf," I began.<br /><br />"Yes. That black beast that gnaws at my bones whenever he gets a chance. He loiters in corners and hides behind doors most of the time, because he's afraid of these." She indicated the white pills on the table beside her.<br /><br />"But they don't last forever. It's nearly twelve and they are wearing off. He is sniffing at my neck. By half past he will be digging his teeth and claws in. Until one, when I can take another tablet and he will have to return to his corner. We are always clockwatching, he and I. He pounces five minutes earlier every day. But I cannot take my tablets five minutes earlier. That stays the same."<br /><br />"But surely the doctor -"<br /><br />"Of course. Once a week, or once every ten days, he adjusts the dose. Only never quite enough. He does not want to be the one to kill me, you see. And so when it comes, it must be the wolf that finishes me off."<br /><br />[Vida Winter conversing with Margret Lea, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Thirteenth Tale.</span>]</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-13135747343642751312009-11-26T16:11:00.000-06:002009-11-26T16:22:37.412-06:00ThanksgivingThis has been, perhaps, the most dreary of Thanksgivings I've encountered. The truth of it is, I have no idea why. Perhaps its that gathered around the table, there were only four of us, where there had been almost double that figure. The sky was dull and gray, and I made the terrible choice of wearing a blouse in the same sort of depressing tone. I spent an hour carefully applying makeup in golds and pinks to find my appearance in the mirror unappealing. <br /><br />For the first time in my life, I've begun to see the physical evidence of age. I have several dozen gray hairs now, as well as seemingly deepening set of lines around my eyes and mouth. I tried to tell myself "its just fatigue, it'll vanish with a good nights rest" but I knew better. I never expected to feel the extent of my mortality at age 23.<br /><br />Back to the dinner. The flavors were rich but didn't lift the spirits of me or my family that sat around the table. We focused, silently, at shoving in the cinnamon sweet potatoes, or sipped thirstily at the crystal wine goblets until everyone have had their fill in a span of 15 minutes. Sparce were the words between us. I had not known this feeling before. It was a sense of awkward sadness at the table.Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-65406112286999989502007-10-31T15:10:00.000-05:002007-10-31T15:11:27.842-05:00It's been a while...since I last posted! So much has happened since spring I can hardly put it all into words. Bare with me, I'm trying to revive this blog. ^^Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-28476179597529614362007-04-11T21:07:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:54:56.891-06:00Sparkling teeth!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9X_cPp9B07093IxNy9bptenKhxukkHbHSubR6YPrwKtJio10dCmDBWbDINyCUS1A-hzTOJdNXy1PKLwHKxIcAabk4kkmGrC4cf9_Tqws52pOHpxyz93DDsRqKVv5UtBirI2s8NQ/s1600-h/vinvin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052361870379995250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9X_cPp9B07093IxNy9bptenKhxukkHbHSubR6YPrwKtJio10dCmDBWbDINyCUS1A-hzTOJdNXy1PKLwHKxIcAabk4kkmGrC4cf9_Tqws52pOHpxyz93DDsRqKVv5UtBirI2s8NQ/s320/vinvin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mcU-2f3UQVRtd-m01uJYplON0jdB2dWLwDDZ_TsjQjm6kf9r_qxsN7_XquUpEcfHTFk-q36riFi0zyu4zglzkeGOjwfkk852uSSJefCL1pBOLXsUlAU1J6SXoDbLCIcSoppSvQ/s1600-h/hophop.png"></a><br /><br /><div>I went into my favorite class on monday and was on edge about the looming student show. Sadly to say, I found out that my piece wasn't selected. My heart sank at the news. I asked my friend Amy if she had heard anything about it, and that's when she told me.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>"We didn't make it in. No one in our class did. It's just wrong."</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Our professor had custom built everyone a frame so everyone could enter their plaster board pieces...and I came to find out that only one made it in. I was more than disappointed, not because I didn't make it in, but other friends of mine who had better chances then me didn't make it. From what I've heard, it's all political. Some people found it strange that so many pieces from a certain professor, who happened to be the director of the gallery, made it in. Hrm, perhaps it was fair, perhaps not, but even though my heart aches for my class and professor, I'm not giving up. Next semester, I <em>will</em> be in that show.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I went to the dentist today for the first time in almost five years. Yeah, but he was quite surprized that my teeth were in such good condition for going so long without professional care. My teeth look great. That last dentist I had really screwed my front teeth up with some sort of sealer she put on them. I was so glad my new dentist was able to remove all of it! They feel so smooth now! ^O^ I have this really weird thing going on with my wisdom teeth...they are sideways beneath my gumline and pushing against the roots of my other teeth. 0.o Yeah, I'll have to have those removed soon, I guess. And unfortunately, I have one itty-bitty cavity. It's my first ever cavity after being cavity free for 20 years. Damn! I'm having it drilled 'n filled April 25th. Oh...and that's the same day the Prismacolor Rep. is coming to my class to gives us free supplies! w00t! ^O^</div></div>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-90158183755313316032007-04-06T19:52:00.000-05:002008-12-09T01:54:57.587-06:00No, it's pitiful.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc34StFSyoBuDl4habwMwwk64cIe9gJHcfcTOSVYf0xX4l-0WKIdKhNjfdhqkOgveibJYA2SX2fqYLNaX1HsFlbkgAryotmVEXn0k8I74cUgU9caQKU_GCnX1Nznw1C9piFJEvGQ/s1600-h/avaMeh1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050490687415055938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc34StFSyoBuDl4habwMwwk64cIe9gJHcfcTOSVYf0xX4l-0WKIdKhNjfdhqkOgveibJYA2SX2fqYLNaX1HsFlbkgAryotmVEXn0k8I74cUgU9caQKU_GCnX1Nznw1C9piFJEvGQ/s320/avaMeh1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>"I critiqued that piece last assignment."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I made the terrible mistake of saying that as I strolled down the J ground floor hall, passing a girl who sits next to me in class. She was holding a camera phone up to take a snapshot of a painting that was part of the permanant student gallery just as I said the words above. She whirled around with a grin and blurted out an enthusiactic, "no way!" I nodded, and she stepped up to me and responded so quickly, I could hardly understand what she was saying. As I slowly pulled apart the seemingly endless sentence she spewed, I suddenly stumbled upon her motive with shock.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"So, you did the critique right? Do you have it with you, because I could just reword it and turn it in since I'm going to be SO busy next week in Las Vegas and I have to... [ramble-ramble]."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm pretty sure I quirked an eyebrow at that point which gave her the clarity of knowing that I would not be giving her any such thing. She didn't even care about expressing an opinion about the piece which is the whole point of the critiques our professor has us complete. After a few more responces had been exchanged, we parted. She didn't get my paper, but I got the the satisfaction of turning down a cheater who would rather ask some random classmate for a paper than write it herself. Desperate, lazy, or both when someone like that couldn't even write one page on their own personal opinion? No, it's pitiful.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>~</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I turned in my mixed media piece to the gallery director for the student show coming up this month. Most of the time when I enter a contest, etc., I have a pretty good idea if I will place or not. This time, I'm completely uncertain, and it's stressful. Nothing big is riding on weither I get in or not, but I heard it's not easy getting in. Especially more than once, according to some of the other art majors. I'm trying to just stay focused on my other work, but once in a while my eyes creep over to the calendar. I see that little red start in the right hand corner of April 16th, knowing full well what it means and I tense up a little.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-69642772781242204122007-03-20T17:17:00.000-05:002007-03-20T17:22:59.275-05:00Springtime For JessicaUgh. I just got home for yet another tiring day of work. At least I make $8 / hour now. Spring is so close. I can smell it when I leave the house in the morning. I'm so glad that the weather is starting to be normal again. The flowers at the greenhouse are starting to pop open and there are robins everywhere.Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-85575626409702617902007-03-17T16:11:00.000-05:002008-11-05T22:55:06.832-06:00Madness? This is Sparta!We went and saw the movie 300 and it was awesome. It's one of the best movies I've seen in years, probably since LotR. It had so much energy.<br /><br />I also saw Borat and The Prestige. Both really good movies as well. I returned to work today (the day after I got back home) and I was surprised to see that my boss had to hire about 3 people to replace me while I was on my vacation. XD That just tells you how much damn work I do around that place.Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-40910299129951233992007-03-09T17:33:00.000-06:002008-12-09T01:54:57.612-06:00A little Pepsi here, some spit there, and VOILA! Art!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPVobl0aBSMScQXrmiFVQcOYkl-NEtfX0K1uvNkw3BW7nnAx_dm2cjiAb2GOnlfdsp7Y6PeGzssFTqu-_PDdhyphenhyphenmwukaYVprzhR16xEYY4bMMGkQE9u4igt7vJuBranDNpi37CrA/s1600-h/piratesg1.png"></a><a title="Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace" href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/"><img alt="Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace" src="http://public.thedollpalace.com/public/images/dolls_library_linked/dollz/dollz-base101_doll28_5_10_2006.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div>I got violently ill from eatting a Burger King cheesburger for the first time in three months. o.o I'm NEVER eating there again. It felt like all my organs were on fire...and it was awful! I'm better now, just a little weak. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Work has been busy as usual, but school is starting to ease up a bit. Everyone is ready for spring break and so am I! I saw the scholarship student gallery this week and to be honest, I wasn't impressed. There were only a few paintings I liked, mostly portraits done by one artist in particular. Everything else didn't look good enough to be in the show. I don't mean to be mean, it's just when someone slathers some rusty looking paint on a piece of cloth and nails it to the wall and calls it 'untitled'...I don't have to like it. Trust me, I have an abundance of art appreciation. I work with some fabulous artist at school and I'm influenced and inspired by them. It bothers me that art is so fashionable to the trendy crowd of unartistic people. That even if you don't give a lick about it, your parents shell out money for top notch supplies so you can perge soulless art and actually get scholarships for it. I'm not saying that all of them in the gallery did that, but I've run into a few people in my time here that do art just because everyone else is doing it. There's only so many self-proclaimed, non-objective artists I can swallow these days. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On another note, my school is hosting the annual student gallery this April, and Ill be submitting a few things for approval and possible entry. I'll have to pinch out some money to get them framed and wired for display, but that shouldn't be too pricey. I'm really excited about it actually, but I'm having a hard time deciding what I want to enter. I have a stilllife I did this semester that I'm rather proud of...it may need some re-working though. I have a few things from last semester as well that would qualify. Hrmm...decisions, decisions! Perhaps I'll make my current project (plaster on wood board / mixed media) all spiffy for it. I can submit up to six entries, but I don't think I want to do that much. I don't think I have six entries worthy enough. lol</div><div> </div>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-88938192828918210382007-03-04T00:59:00.000-06:002008-12-09T01:54:57.715-06:00MAAAAAME!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZsZ3bYd4J2b5CzlBVOO4e73-BcJw1RHwfLm_Cr6vdvIRu27_WFuBSHVtt6FDQU19CNCHmZ1fbALwQarSzv4Rb559boAGxrwiHqmhj2rOSaPy6SA_QAX7o-MXDQVqxN6uGI9m9w/s1600-h/logomameBig.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037965637124370290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZsZ3bYd4J2b5CzlBVOO4e73-BcJw1RHwfLm_Cr6vdvIRu27_WFuBSHVtt6FDQU19CNCHmZ1fbALwQarSzv4Rb559boAGxrwiHqmhj2rOSaPy6SA_QAX7o-MXDQVqxN6uGI9m9w/s320/logomameBig.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I saw the JJC production of the Broadway musical, MAME, tonight. It was REALLY good! So much better than I expected it to be. It was witty, comical, and touching. The girl who played Mame (a party animal woman of the 1920s) was an amazing singer and actress! The whole cast was great and they pulled it off so well. I had many favorite parts but my top favorite part was when Agnes comes back to Mame single and pregnant after Mame told her to basicly stop being a prude. Patrick tells Anges to go up to her room while his future inlaws visit, and Agnes replies with "I'm not loved!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then Patrick says, "You're loved, MY GOD have you been loved, but <em>please</em> go to your room!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He eyes her huge belly when he says this and everyone roared! XD Then Agnes slowly turns around and wails as she climbs the stairs to her room. lol It was rich!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well it's past 1am and I'm exhausted after today. My eyes hurt really bad. x.x Good night all!</div>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-68300817421097308412007-03-02T16:54:00.000-06:002008-12-09T01:54:57.945-06:00So pure, So strong<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5fzPZ1fcwJ0rq5Hs0JJbPoUIArpN0rJ4jgDPbsJHyIiMhJkUnP_LroxwsPIodHsJermH4t8nge8nQeZoaJhLDtaIzgn6ZA2KMGcH_JR9yIK3W19e3m5jL8lPGQ0-vgGz1Kvoqw/s1600-h/loathebb.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037464868461093218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5fzPZ1fcwJ0rq5Hs0JJbPoUIArpN0rJ4jgDPbsJHyIiMhJkUnP_LroxwsPIodHsJermH4t8nge8nQeZoaJhLDtaIzgn6ZA2KMGcH_JR9yIK3W19e3m5jL8lPGQ0-vgGz1Kvoqw/s320/loathebb.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>I finally was able to catch up on all the school work I had to do. My Nu-pastel piece on black paper I started and finished the night before it was due. Suprisingly...my professor loved it! 0.0 He couldn't stop talking about it! It was flattering but after the third or fourth time that he would point out someone elses flaws in the critique he'd go back to mine and basicly say,</p><p>"See? This is how it should be done."</p><p>0.0 I felt the daggers from everyone, let me tell you. Eck. Anyway, that was completed as was two other paper critiques due for my Modern Art class. I plunked those out a few hours before class. Phew! I'm positive they will obtain a good grade, because I know how to critique efficently with an open mind to technique and style.</p><p>Planted about a kajillion geraniums, annuals, and various perenials. x.x Thank goodness my ipod was there to save my sanity, yet again. It was a very good investment! </p><p>Last night at break from modern art, I stopped by the theatre since it was the opening night of the musical "Mame" preformed by the JJC theatre students. I ended up surprising mom when I got home last night with two tickets to go see it Saturday night. I'm really excited about seeing it since I've been hearing awesome things from some of my friends around the school. Plus it was only $3 for a student ticket!! How could you go wrong? And it's MAAAAAAME! lol</p><p>Anyway, I really want to draw some fanart from Wicked and Sailor Moon, so since I have a few minutes, I'll probably go and do that. Wow, it's nice to have a break from work and school! It feels like I should be planting something...come here Ferds! XD</p>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-62361300044207753942007-02-27T21:33:00.000-06:002007-02-27T21:50:37.606-06:00done<a href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/" title="Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace"><img src="http://public.thedollpalace.com/public/images/dolls_library_linked/dollz/greek-goddess-base112-doll29_12_29_2006.gif" border="0" alt="Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace" /></a><br /><br />Finished! Pah...I feel better now. The Nu-pastels were giving me a bad headache. x.X At least that is done. I still have two papers to write, but I'll do those tomorrow. Ahhh. I should post the still life I just did...Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-88672782430724403922007-02-27T17:09:00.000-06:002008-11-05T23:05:25.363-06:00Why, Miss Elphaba!<a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"></a><br /><br />I have a big art piece to finish before tomorrow for the class critique and I haven't even started it. If I were to get my art works completed early...I'd hate it by the time I would have to turn it in. That's why I don't do things early. XD I'd rather risk higher stress levels.<br /><br />I was listening to the Wicked soundtrack while I worked today. I'd absolutely LOVE to go see the musical, but it would take a year in advance just to reserve the tickets, not to mention how expensive they are. -.- *sigh* For now, I'm content just singing along with Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel while reading the novel in bits and pieces. It's brilliant.<br /><br />Well, I better go work on that crumby assignment! XPJessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-61308710637789912332007-02-25T15:29:00.000-06:002008-12-09T01:54:57.973-06:00Snow 'n Ice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Bm93qSX1QqrdlYWcIDdW-wLK8p-qKWvFmdbUE6oUjurmVkobeyKRm9dxSOfl0CGC34qfT-xHvAwOuaLzR2mJr1Jnn44AcNQHMPT0MA2RuS-XG20xfgFar2PF6tppOnVikRMuKA/s1600-h/jessjessmermaid.png"></a><a href="http://www.pixelbee.com" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://cuteberries.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i164/cuteberries/sayclub/dollies/musicians/musicians2.gif" border="0" alt="™ Cuteberries.com - Cartoon Dolls, Cute Disney Graphics, Saniro Graphics, Myspace Pictures, Myspace Codes, Myspace Layouts, Myspace goodies, Myspace stuff and more ! ™" /></a><br /><div>It's my first day off in about 6 days. To be quite frank, I've been very busy and tired. Transplanting and being on my feet all day really takes it out of a person. I recently saved up for an ipod, so now my sanity has been saved a little while I make cuttings of geraniums and planting hanging baskets. ^^;</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I haven't touched my nintendo DS in about a month, which is odd for me. Instead, what little free time I have anymore that isn't devoted to sleeping, cleansing, or eatting is being spent reading. I've grown an appetite for good fantasy reads as well as classic novels. I'm *still* trying to finish the Harry Potter series, but who knows when that will happen. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ah, it's snowing out, I couldn't go to dads, but it is still a day of rest that I've been in great need of. I've spent today playing around on the computer, finding weird little sites that I've been senting to Joy. ^^</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, I better close this now. I hope to have some more blog-worthy thoughts and daily adventures soon.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><3</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-1165288185935100212006-12-04T21:00:00.000-06:002006-12-04T21:09:45.946-06:00impastoFinals are here and ready to take every ounce of personal time away from you. <br /><br />Aside from endless projects, exams, and the dump of snowy weather, things have been tolerable. Sometimes I feel so happy, and other times things seem very hopeless and I feel quite cynical. I guess you can't escape adulthood forever. Nothing is ever balanced in it.Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-1164945895009147312006-11-30T22:04:00.000-06:002006-11-30T22:04:55.023-06:00w00t masterw00t new tempate! ^o^<br /><br />Ummm...how did those links get there? 0.oJessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-1159981196924878832006-10-04T11:54:00.000-05:002008-11-05T23:03:48.234-06:00Ugh.I'm trying this...but that doesn't mean I like it. <em>Hrm.</em><br /><br />Things have been weird lately, but nonetheless busy. Work is work with just a few more foreign visitors, school is school with a large helping of boring, and life is stressful. I lost my cat to the dreadful Feline Lukemia...again.<br /><br />I just submerse myself in my busy life and hope to God that I make it through.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/RussianGypsy/000681.gif" border="0" /></a>Jessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35155858.post-1159417678372416672006-09-27T23:26:00.000-05:002006-09-27T23:27:58.380-05:00Testtesting test testJessihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07511923468008929066noreply@blogger.com0