Jesse

Keane

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 02:33:12 GMT

There's a cold voice on the air
You've been looking everywhere
For someone to understand your hopes and fears
Well, I've thought about that for many long years

So I walk through Mansers Shaw
I don't see you anymore
We love to think about the way things were
But the time has come and I'm glad it's over

I don't know why i waste my time
Getting hung up about the things you say
When i open my eyes and it's a lovely day
You know sometimes i feel like i'm
Getting snowed under with the things you say
When i open my eyes and it's a lovely day

Now you think that you're alone
So you make your way back home
I'd love to greet the weary traveler
But your time has gone and i'm glad its over

I don't know why i waste my time
Getting hung up about the things you say
When i open my eyes and it's a lovely day
You know sometimes i feel like i'm
Getting snowed under with the things you say
When i open my eyes and it's a lovely day

I don't know why i waste my time
Getting hung up about the things you say
When i open my eyes and it's a lovely day
You know sometimes i feel like i'm
Getting snowed under with the things you say
When i open my eyes and it's a lovely day

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 06:41:38 GMT

My hands hurt.....

Embossing is super fun and nice looking, but painful if the paper is thick.

See? Preeetttty

Ohhh ahh.

I should be studying for my test tomorrow.

*goes off to do so*

Another art rant

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 20:20:44 GMT

When I was in highschool I discovered that markers are actually a viable medium for art. I fell in love with them instantly, first with prismacolor then later with tria.

Tria markers were the god of all markers and I worshipped them regularly. They have three different nibs, two of the regular nibs for art markers with an added micro nib which was awesome for getting into little areas or creating a boundry for the ink to push against without bleeding. The color was brighter, better, and archival. Prismas dull out and fade if left out of a portfolio, say if you wanted to hang it on your wall or something. Trias did not. They were just overall, better markers. Prismas ran about 2.95 per a marker, Tria was $3. The difference was reasonable and I was more then willing to pay an extra few cents for a better marker.

I...loved them.

Recently I used my markers on a homework assignment for school. You can tell they're a better quality so people started asking me what sorts of markers I use. I answered. Folks looking into buying some with themselves and came back with, "Wow those are some expensive markers"

I of course thought well geeze a few cents more wasn't much and said I hadn't found the price difference to be exceptional, but that was a few years ago.

Then someone reported back with, "I found a set of twelve going for $70, guess I'll keep looking!"

This of course set off alarms. Seventy bucks for a dozen markers, yeah, right.

So I looked. No seriously, not only do the colors not go by the Pantone color system any more, which made them super convient for graphic design work because you could easily match the marker color to a swatch in photoshop/illustrator/ in design but they doubled their price.

$6 for a single marker, and yes $70 for a 12 pack.

WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!!!1!!!!one!!

Seriously. No joke. You people suck and I'm going to write you a really nasty letter telling you that your execs need therapy in a big bad way. You suck. I hope you get cancer and die.

So much for the god markers. One of the joys of my life.....I shall mourn you.

I know, they're just markers but seriously, I'm very upset about it. Probably way more mad then I should be.

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 05:56:30 GMT

Still sick.

Had a crazy dream that I made pottery and then all the stuff attacked me.

Have not worked out.

Have not written my dad that thingy so he can toss me into his client's laps and hope they like what they see.

Do plan to smile pretty.

Have not called the bank about the payment that showed up on both statements but wasn't deducted from my credit card bill.

Did finish my GR homework.

Have not even looked at my art history homework.

Will start the 40 thumbnails tomorrow and buy a bottle of olive oil and soak the label off for another project.

Have not uncovered the secrets of the universe.

Have not taken near enough NyQuil.

Am going to bed now.

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 22:14:23 GMT

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Tv Survey

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 18:14:38 GMT

So I'm writing a feature article about: Why do people watch so much TV.

I'd like to ask those on my friend's list to answer a few questions if you're up to it.

How many hours a week on average do you spend watching Tv?
Do your co-workers watch some the same programs?
Do you sometimes watch programs you aren't really interested in, or don't like? If so, why?
You are most likely to watch TV when____.
I like or dislike watching Tv because ___.

Thanks to those who take the time to answer!

Sat, 03 May 2008 22:28:08 GMT

They tainted my espresso roast with flavored coffee again.

Bastards.

I suppose it's time for an update.

Since Austin's been gone (he's on vacation to see his folks and check out the area in texas) I've successfully avoided WoW. Jason and I hung out more like we used to, having played video games, ate pizza and drunk beer. Since then we've talked on the phone more. This is good because for a good while there I was feeling he was more my friend out of obligation and possibly pity then that he actually wanted to spend time with me. When Austin is here we typically sit in the living room and just chat, or we'll have a quick foray to a restaurant but it's in and out pretty fast because Austin gets stressed out. And then alot of times we'll sit and chat about WoW with manor tangents in to politics. This can be nice because he plays the game as well and is incredibly smart and math like. The point systems and theory crafting is interesting to him because of that, but too much is an overdose scenario. It was really nice to hang out just the two of us again and be goobs like we used to.

Random myspace moment.

I hate myspace. I hate facebook. However on the behest of a number of friends who did like my space I signed up for it about 2 or 3 years ago. I created the profile and left it at that.

Last week was bachelor week. Nothing got done at all except making a mess of the apartment . In a moment of boredom which should have been reserved for something more productive, I remembered I made this myspace account. Off of a whim I looked and discovered I had a ton of mail. Most of it was spam adds for random, probably virusy porn groups except for one letter which was titled, "Interesting...."

Inside it said;

"A new mysterious person enters the scene.
Add me when you get a profile up, if you ever do.
Christina"

This message was sent two years ago. I replied with an asinine "I added you LOLZers" type reply not expecting anything to come of it. A little while later I got to thinking the person in the icon appeared a bit familiar. I went to go look, and low and behold it was one of my old friends from the rocky days, a girl I dated for about a week, generously a month but hung out with regularly for a number of years. So I mailed her back giving her my phone number and such. She called me. We hung out. apparently she and Fuk, who was one of my closest friends in highschool had been actively looking for me for a number of years. They actually, and seriously had been debating hiring a P.I. to find me so they could get back in touch. No joke.

She claimed I was one of three people in her life that "got away" and that she'd had a pretty large crush on me through the years I'd known her. I didn't know this, I didn't even realize I was important to her at all. Fuk I could see caring if I disapeared off the face of the earth on, we hung out almost daily for a minute there. But even then I didn't expect that I would be a person who five or 7 years down the road that would still be a person of importance in his life history whom is thought about regularly and missed. Who knew?

Anyhow so I'm going over to visit with chris tonight and fuk is coming over on monday to hang out. I don't know where this will go, or even if it will.

On other notes. My mom squished my thumb while I was cleaning her house and part of my nail has fallen off, now all the blood that was trapped under the skin and nail is crumbling out and leaving a bit of a hole. Kinda gross.

School is going wellish. I managed to catch up and finally pull a decentish painting out of my ass.

My car was making a funny noise and my dad thought it was a gearing issue so he wanted me to take it to the dealership rather then my regular guy. Turned out to be the rotors, they'd been out of whack and needed to be replaced along with the pads. Also the serpentine belt was dying and some other random stuff needed to be done so they can charge yet more money. My mother being the wonderful and blessed person that she is said she would pay for it (I'm going to spend the rest of my life paying these folks back for all they've done. Seriously) and that since neither of us knew what needed to be done and what was BS, to just have them do it all. Okay. cool.

Drop car off, presumably they fix it, go to pick it up.

It makes a kind of funny sound as I'm pulling out of the lot, I decide to drive up the street and circle around so I could place it. Not half a mile down the road the sound becomes constant and obviously metal on metal. I decide it probably needs to go back to the shop and start heading back to my apartment. Half way to my home the car is making a noise loud enough to echo through the area and alarm all other cars not to get near me. Everyone is aghast and staring, I am cringing. The wheels start to grind to the point I become concerned that I might not make it back to the shop. I spot a woman and use her phone.

Car goes back to shop. I wait. Turns out they put the wrong rotors on. Fucktards. When I go to pick it up in the morning I ask if the disks are okay because the noise was hugely alarming and I could physically feel and hear damaging grinding. they blow me off and say they're fine. I doubt highly that they even looked.

It still makes a bad sound when I brake so I have jason drive around with me to get his opinion. He finds a gouge on the disk and calls his brother who's a mechanic brother says the pads are either messed up because they put the wrong rotors on or the pin is dragging and that I should take it back to the shop.

I do. Pick it up in the morning. they say there is nothing wrong with it, the grating sound that happens when I stop will go away if I drive it more and the gouge on the disk is native to the part.

I don't believe them for a moment so I'm taking it up and having dad look at it to see if I can take it to my car guy who I can then have make a professional assessment in writing and the justification for being pissed off and making them fix what they messed up.

Bikes, sun and.....more sun?

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 22:31:21 GMT

Today was the first bike ride of the year. Didn't go very far but it was nice. Got my heart rate up for a good hour and stopped at the end of the trip to stretch again before riding home. Just around the neighborhood and all but it's not good to go on a really long ride when you haven't all winter. I could have ridden much much further but didn't, though I was tempted.

And much to my disappointment i went alone. Austin got angry because I didn't get up till twoish then made a bunch of hollow excuses why he couldn't go. So, I went alone. That hurts more then I'd like to admit.

I really wish I was an actual introvert. Then I wouldn't be so hurt that I'm not special to anyone except my family who thinks I'm weird but is obligated to love me, and they take that seriously.

My brother might think I'm a freak but at least his wife likes me! I'm going over to their new place tomorrow for her birthday party. I thought it was cool I was invited to her party which friends, and no family is invited to. Might be enough to get me out of this emo slump.

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 08:06:52 GMT

I'm in the right career : D

Creative type have more sex partners

I can agree with that. I blame the lack of getting laid frequently a fault of poor personality.

Ah well you can't have it all.

I think the act of creating, or solving problems in that manner are right along the same wave length though. A different energy. I come up with the best stuff when things are decent there but not over bearing. Too much casual sex creates a bind in my work flow. I look down on my work most when I'm feeling pent up. When I've finished a project, or expended my creative juices I'm usually not about engaging in amorous activities afterward.

When I turn out a lot of decent stuff I sleep like I'd gotten the gold medal in the bedroom olympics.

On the other side of things, Anecdotal evidence there is a fine line between creativity and insanity.

Right, because no one's noticed that before? Evidence aside I'm glad there's justifications for my strangeness.

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:38:14 GMT

amazing updates! Or not

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 03:09:34 GMT

Sorry I have been neglecting my Lj friends. Midterms suck and this year has been right difficult as far as classes go. Painting is hard, I'm not a painter, this much is clear to me.

I'm kicking some arse in perspective I think, but it's also kicking mine.

Oh well, words mean less, actions more so...here are some actions behind the cut.

and some World of warcraft inspired stuff

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 05:40:39 GMT

OMFG

My perspective class this semester is hard!

If I can do it, and do it well though I will learn a whole, whole lot, that will help my art a huge amount across the board.

Luckily, I'm not the only person having a hard time, and there was a warning for class load when I signed up that it is a very hard class. So I was prepared.

It's kind of sad that it's fun, getting things wrong, struggling to understand. I know most employers don't look at grades and such....but if I can get a good/decent grade in this one I'll be personally proud.

Painting is going well. I was scared to do this one, oils are highly intimidating for me, but again, I see a difference in teaching from the CIA. I know I compare the two schools a lot.

It was far easier to understand how to handle my paints when I have an example. Not a finished example mind you, but to actually watch someone doing it. Never once did an instructor pick up a brush in that course. I realize now that I saw my drawing instructor actually draw something once, and it was a very simple ellipse. (spelling?) This makes it a lot harder for me to learn because of my learning type. I'm a hands on, must see it done, must then do it, type of learner. So of course I'm not going to apply it well when someone says "use a dry brush to start, finish wet." Now it makes sense.

Anyhow, back to work.

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 10:29:32 GMT

Ganked from a law student friend, given the time of year, fully appropriate . I'm highly amused.

http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/2006/12/a_guide_to_grad.html

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 09:31:08 GMT

So, up late taking a break from a drawing that I thought was going terribly. I seem to have pulled it through for the most part, except the guy have 6 fingers. Poo. I mean I could correct it, but at this point unless I put in some heavy darks behind him you'll be able to tell I fuddled it. Maybe I'll just leave the fingers in and hope no one notices?

Lol. The truth behind the hand of god?

Well anyway, I just fixed it, but went through the trouble to locate a nice picture of the monument and post it and all.....so...

Yeah, I'm a dork. But, that's alright, if you aren't you then who are you going to be? Certainly not me.

Yes. I've had a bit to smoke. My knees hurt like crazy, it's too early in the season for this. I don't have insurance to pay for a joint doctor. And yes, because that would cut into my funds to see the endo. Annnd that's a wise decision. Be in pain, or go without T? I'll chose pain thanks.

I should post some trendy-type pictures. That might be cool.

Hands and feet this week. Right and more letters and reading and writing but that is not nearly so important or pressing as hands and feet are.

Right.

I think it's time for bed.

To appease

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 22:11:21 GMT

And because I don't post nearly enough, but sadly nothing really interesting goes on in my life.

So I'll give you my worth, it's not much, but it's what drives my days.

Other then writing about vampires who have lots of hot passionate and angsty sex. Which quite frankly I'm afraid to post because quite frankly it's not a side people see much.

It's a sad day for the literary community

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 18:07:44 GMT

http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/books/09/17/obit.jordan.ap/index.html

Nasty?

Thu, 07 Jun 2007 01:43:14 GMT

So does anyone know how to get mold out of unreachable crevaces in one's shower? Seriously, I hate my shower, it's plastic or fiberglass or something and there's these big over hanging gaps in the walls where the panels were put together. Is there a tool for this sort of thing? A toothbrush doesn't fit, I can only get the very corner of the sponge in it, rags are too flimsy to do anything but push it around. The best I've come up with is splashing chemicaled water at it hoping to at least rinse it out. But it's foul.

So I went out with mike yesterday, I'd do one of those snazzy live journal user link thingies but I don't know how and I'm too lazy to look it up. Was nice, he forgave me for being a social moron as well as a complete asshole and I forgave the dirty catpans. Good times were had by all I think.

Sat, 19 May 2007 15:20:24 GMT

*stabs self in eye*

'nough said.

Who knew?

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 16:25:32 GMT

So, this week hasn't been so hot, as usual. I posted my story for lit class on thursday. I was the first to post the revised version, and it got ripped apart very quickly. It was even suggested that I dress it up with a crap load of specification so it hides how much it sucks.

Luckily, I don't think I took it so badly since my feelings on this are; I am an artist not a writer. Austin is the writer here. So I wasn't heartbroken really, that it was so quickly torn apart.

However, I woke up this morning to this email from my instructer. This is his critique.

Jess,

BOOM! This is probably the very first straight

A

I have given to ANY story in ANY of my classes. It is just fantastic.

You have done an excellent job revising. Just spectacular. Now the strong physical action is coupled with a wonderfully specified character; now there is skillful and thrilling embedding (your first paragraph ROCKS: the thing about never thinking he'd fire his gun is just dynamite. Totally irresistible.)

We have a much, much clearer idea who Jester/James is now, and at the end when "James" dies, it genuinely moving. Thanks to your embed, and thanks to your spec.

In fact, I have nothing negative to say at all for revision except you have at least one--maybe ONLY one--proofreading error. Shall I tell y ou or let you find it yourself?

Oh all right. It's "at at," which is easily fixed.

Brave, J. YOu should be proud. I am.

A

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:18:22 GMT

Have been messing with computer since noon.....

My brain is mush. I hate computers.

I hate that I know nothing about them to begin with. Seriously the machine is smarter then I am. I'm usually okay with that when it's working properly.

Shoot me now.

David Bowie's weird ass eye

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 04:07:31 GMT

moving right along

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 22:58:42 GMT

So while I was taking the trash out today, my landlord was over at the other dumster throwing away boxes. I wandered over to ask him if he needed any documentation for my upcoming name change. He said no, and then jabbered for a while. (my landlord's a really nice guy, but he just goes...and goes...and goes...)
Finally when it became clear that I wanted to go back to what I was doing, he said, "But no, you don't need anything, but I'll tell my wife. Really appreceate the heads up though, so we don't look at the new name on the mailbox and go, Gee, I wonder who that guy is."

This is amusing because as far as I'm aware my landlords are not clued into my transition at all. I didn't tell him what I was changing my name to, just that I was. Funny that he just assumed it would be a male name.

I think people are more clued in then we often times give them credit for.

lol

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 18:09:24 GMT

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