All that business aside...

I made the yummiest drink today.

everyone should try it if you like yummy things.

It's just Perrier (sparkling water) and Grenadine mixed together... mostly sparking water with like a couple tablespoons of Grenadine.

It tastes yummy. It's basically a knock off of Italian soda. Do it now.


PS- while I'm thinking about yummy drinks, I thought I should mention that I'm super duper sad and experimenting with yummy random drinks because there are no 7-11's in Atlanta and therefore no slurpees. =[

Sadly...

I didn't want this to be a place for me to complain. But this is just too funny, and I'm hoping maybe someone can find enjoyment from my misfortune.

This misfortune is my roommate. The poor girl doesn't know what a lint trap is and therefore created a lint monster in the dryer. I didn't know it was in there, and yesterday I was surprised by its existence. I opened the lint trap after doing a load and was immediately attacked by the lint monster. After wrastling him to the ground and rendering him motionless, I decided to take a picture of him so I could show people the biggest lint monster ever caught (maybe)

This is the lint monster dead on the counter....This is the girth of the lint monster
This is me wrastling the lint monster.




I also feel bad for my roommate because she is drinking milk that is a week past its expiration date... and she apparently thinks I might try and steal some because she marks it with a sharpie.


She must not know about how I don't mess with things that are gonna expire in like 2 days.... let alone are 7 days expired.

Unsolved Mysteries.

Not the TV show. Today, as inspired by one of my best buds, Janey, I am making a list of things that I don't understand... and probably never will.

1. Today I sat next to one of the smelliest smelly kids in class. I want to know how one can become that smelly, and how that person doesn't notice their smellyness while everyone around them is gagging. How many showers do you have to skip and how many marathons do you have to run to accumulate that horrible stench?

2. Why does my roommate push a thousand buttons while heating up her frozen chicken nuggets? Shouldn't she only push 5? Every time I hear her make something, I hear enough buttons to microwave something for 200,000 minutes.

3. Is there a polite way to find out if someone is a guy or a girl? This question is inspired by a week at art school where I run into this problem a lot more than I thought possible.

4. On the same note, why are people who are already sort of gender ambiguous choose to wear gender ambiguous clothing?

5. Is there another dimension for things that you drop but never hit the floor and you can never find again? I've had a lot of things I've dropped and never heard them hit the floor... but yet I can't find them anywhere. 

6. Blue Raspberry. 

7. Why put laugh tracks on TV shows? Ever. If the viewers need to be told when to laugh, the show isn't that funny and probably shouldn't be on TV.  

8. JIMMY HOFFA

9. Why is breakfast for dinner so good? And if everyone eats breakfast for dinner then why keep calling it breakfast? 

10. Why are peeps not as tasty as they are cute? And why does EVERYONE know that but yet continue to eat them every year, only to regret the marshmallow crunchiness that results?

Think on these things. 

And comment.

Interesting happenings today.

So last night I met some pretty cool people. I learned that when you are brand new in a good-sized city you really have to put yourself out there to make friends because people usually keep to themselves. So anyway one of the cool people I met took me to a pizza joint around here. I'm sure the nineties kids/parents will remember how the cartoon ninja turtles pizza looked. It always was really drippy and greasy with cheese and pepperonis. And therefore looked incredibly delicious. That would be the pizza I ate today. Totally like cheese slipping off the pizza greasy. It was so good. I have, for your enjoyment/disgust, a picture of my ninja turtle pizza. Be jealous.

Okay, nextly, (which I realize isn't a word but it should be) I decided to check my mail for the first time when I got home today. I was expecting a letter from my grandparents for Easter. Which I received, but among it was a lot of mail that didn't belong to me. I mean a LOT. I got two magazines, two packets of ads, and ten bills. All of which were addressed to four different people, who, again, are not me. 

On an off note, it's storming really bad out right now and I feel as though the power will go out soon. I kind of feel too lazy to return all of these letters back to the companies that sent them, although if I don't I'll probably keep getting mail for four other people. I need to get a big red "return to sender" stamp or something for all of them, because I have a feeling this will not be the last shipment. If anyone has anymore humorous/creative and preferably legal suggestions, let me know.

Welcome to Atlanta

Since the last two posts have been a lot to read, I decided today that I will keep it simple. So these are pictures of some weird things I found yesterday on my way to take the picture at Wal-Mart just a few miles away. Enjoy.

This seemed a little racist to me... but I don't know. 

This is a sign  for the King Plow Arts Center.... King Plow sounded like a horrible used plow salesman in a bad Chris Farley/David Spade movie. I looked it up online, it's apparently an arts center made out of an old Plow factory. Go figure. 

This is a sign for Einstein Brother's Bagels. 

They kater.

Scary... and ironic

So... there is a Wal-Mart a few miles from my apartment. I go there for groceries sometimes, and other stuff. So far, even though I've only been here a week, I've gone like 5 times to pick up materials for classes, groceries, and to take my roommate... and now to take a wonderful picture for you guys. This is because every time I go to this Wal-Mart there is at least one prisoner transport vehicle outside. Sometimes there are two or three. I have come to the conclusion, after the first two times of going and seeing the prisoner transport, that the prisoners have some sort of contract with Wal-Mart and are probably employed there. So, assuming this was true, I was trying to figure out which employees fit the profile of a prisoner. Well, I figure they probably wouldn't employ prisoners in any position which required money exchange, so they probably weren't cashiers. Usually they only employ people at the deli and bakery who have experience there, so that was probably not it. And I doubt they would be stocking shelves or doing inventory because of the potential dishonesty there. So what job is left? Of course it's the classic position as a Wal-Mart greeter. Scary, possibly... but why ironic? Because the greeters at this particular Wal-Mart are also the people who check your receipts on the way out to make sure you aren't shoplifting. The Wal-Mart on Howell Mill road in Atlanta, Georgia has employed prisoners to make sure YOU aren't being dishonest or breaking the law. Thanks, Georgia, for making me smile. 

PS- The fact that you aren't allowed within 50 ft of the vehicle should say something...

First Post!

Well... I guess since I'm an art student now it wouldn't be right if I didn't have a blog. I think there's a rule in the handbook or something. Anyway, if anyone actually reads this they will pretty much just be updated on the awesome and crazy adventures one would experience as an art student in Atlanta, Georgia. Boring, maybe... I guess it depends on if I can make everyday life seem entertaining somehow. I think since I'm somewhat observant I might be able to find enough material to make life a little more fun. 

Art school is an interesting place. Especially in a city that isn't really known for its artistic culture. I mean you  have New York which is pretty artistic, and Chicago which is arguably one of the most culturally artistic cities in the U.S... and then you have Atlanta, which is known for its.. rap music and tricked out cars? So unless you count chrome "reehimz" and underglow as an art form, you may be somewhat disappointed. 

The Art Institute down here is one of the most diverse places I've ever been. There are 3,800 students and out of those 3,800 there are 31 countries represented, as well as all 50 states. If you imagined that a classroom of 25 kids with those sort of statistics looks a bit like what would happen if every animal in the kingdom were allowed to mate and have children and then you threw them all in some sort of weird racially retarded zoo, you were right. That's exactly what it looks like. Not necessarily because the students are all diverse... but mostly because they all have facial piercings and colored hair on top of that diversity. 

And then there's the 5th floor. The 5th floor at the Art Institute of Atlanta is the culinary floor, or as I will refer to it, the oompa loompa floor. This is where the school decided to throw all of the random gen-eds as well, so all majors other than culinary students very rarely venture up there. When you enter the 5th floor, it's like walking into a different world. Every culinary student wears a white frock and a chef hat every day to class. When you walk off of the elevator, it's sort of like walking into some quarantined area where everyone is wearing a hazmat suit except you. So why oompa loompas? Well... I love culinary students. I have considered being a chef myself actually, but it is a well-known fact (or at least common logic) that culinary students like to eat, and therefore tend to be overweight. This holds true at the Art Institute. So imagine, when walking to your gen ed class, you walk into a racially retarded zoo of overweight people in long white coats and chef hats. Welcome to Art School.