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"Oh...But I LOVE the glitterrrr!!!"
-Ralph (in response to my comment that i hated the experimental project i'd done. i think i said something about it looking like barbie threw up...essentially it was pink and purple. then i redid it with shattered christmas balls, so then it was ok. ^^)

"This is fish number six hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish. My parents bought me the first one to teach me about loving and caring for another living breathing creature of God. Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground."

"The first day, the hard realities are just theory- the deadline is stil abstract and you're not in a rush. You laugh, you're at ease, you work slowly, as if extra time can be delivered on demand at some point, like a pizza. You stay calm.
And later you will regret it deeply.
But for now, one day turns into the next, and you don't notice too much out of the ordinary. You've got a job to do, and the weight of the requirements beginst to tug accordingly. (sic)
At forty-eight hours, it's the hardest- the clock has decided who's the rodent in its wheel, and you're not running fast enough. You fret, you're going to collapse, and...you don't quit. It's weird. You keep thinking, 'I really have to shut down, any minute,' and you're going to, just as soon as you have that second page up and running. (sic)
The third day. You're under the rainbow and the spotlight of the Divine Tragic Absurd shines its black light everywhere and helps you grow like a mushroom. You sharpen a pencil and it's just the saddest thing since the Creation. You verge on weeping- in silent isolation- for five minutes. Then the point snaps against your work top and it puts you into fits of hysteria. Wipe your eyes and proceed. (sic)
After ninety-six hours, it's not a pencil anymore, it's a yellow pointypointy that makes marks for you when you give it brain signals and frankly it's bored and wants a life of its own. Can you blame it? Of course you can. Someone made it. How did they get the hard blackyblack in there? Was it Space Beings? The pointypointy drops yellow to the floor. The floor is fifty feet down. You'll drown if you go after it. No more pointypointy. A pen, yes, get a pen. Yes. It would feel clean and good in your hand, if your fingers weren't numb. No blackyblack in it. Bluesygoo."
The Cheese Monkeys by Chip Kidd (p. 256-257)

I was an animation major, illustration minor at the University of the Arts (UArts) in Philadelphia, but left in October 2005 (junior year) for various reasons. The University of the Arts is an art school with different colleges for performing arts (dance, music, acting), visual arts (film, illustration, etc.; where I was) and writing for film and TV; I believe the distribution has since changed somewhat, but I couldn't speak to the difference.

After taking almost a year off, I returned to school at the Pennsylvania State University in University Park, PA for the Fall of 2006. I graduated in Spring 2009 with a degree in Comparative Literature and a minor certificate in Japanese language. I attempted to study abroad in Nagoya, Japan through IES, but was unable to complete it due to health issues.

I haven't updated the journal since 2009. All that's changed, is that I have worked in the library of the University I graduated from since the April before I graduated, in the same part-time position. I've gone from happy about the job, to completely miserable. Nobody wants to read about my feelings on that, I promise.
I do post on Twitter occasionally, as shiroduckie, and rarely around here in various communities. (updated 1/2013)

I wrote about my failed study abroad from December 2008 until early February 2009. If you want the details (of which there are many, and are supposedly funny; as of 7/2012, it remains painfully depressing to me), go to http://kuropengin.wordpress.com/ (I promise nothing.)

And now, the almighty list of stuff I like/think is awesome. Er, sort of. (Apologies if links have broken since the last update.)

Rocketto Dan rocks my socks

i"m in ravenclaw!

be sorted @ nimbo.net
(FYI, the result was the same on Pottermore...which I abandoned as Not Worth It.)


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