Golden Indigo

newagenda asked: Wow! You're back!

… Yeaaaahhhh.
I’ve been meaning to come back, and actually not leave at all.
But I finally decided to make a new blog, one dedicated to my life here in Seattle for the next four years and the art I produce. It’s a WIP right now.
So I don’t really know what I’ll be doing with this one. Either being a lame tumblr full of reblogged shit or I don’t know.
?
Would you have any suggestions, good chap?

Feathers - Andrew Weatherall

I will be as quick to the point as I can possibly be with this.

I was going to begin a new tumblr for blogging about my new life as an Art student in Seattle. Well, I let this new life keep me from being active on this tumblog, let alone a new one. So I will continue with this medocrity of a “blog,” until I formulate a formal one for my Art/Design work for an online portfolio. (Cornish eats that shit up)

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August 30:
I departed from shitty Arizona to Seattle, WA with my mom and half-sister. I love flying.

August 31-Sep 3:
Moved into my dorm with my TWINK of a room mate, Andrew. Did tourist shit like: go to the zoo, go to the top of the Space Needle at 3 different times of the day, go to the waterfront and aquarium, and go on an Argosy cruise. Had a major falling out with my sister on a night she got drunk with a friend. I called her in a frenzy, because I couldn’t find my iPod touch. It was late at night, but I wanted to make sure it was or wasn’t in the rental car she drove around in. That thing’s my baby, I bought it myself and it was hella espensive for me. I cried as my mom left for the airport to go back home. She was flying alone and she hates flying. I cut ties with my sister and I am iPodless and phoneless (my sister paid for it’s service).

September 4-September 5:
I didn’t want to participate in “Orientation,” where I’m forced to be happy and meet more art kids like me, since I’m fucking depressed at how my first few days in Seattle turned out to be. However, I meet a guy kid named Josh, and he’s a typical Leo. In a good way, for the most part. He bought me a new phone. He also went down to The Old Spaghetti Factory with me to retrieve my lost iPod. This just worked out, and I cried at how glorious such a change of life can change my perspective. WE ALSO WENT TO BUMBERSHOOT. Vetiver, Starfucker, War Paint were just some of the amazing acts we witnessed.

The rest of September:
Classes. As as Art major, I took 3 different studio classes (Video, Digital Imaging, and Painting) along with “Core Studio Concepts,” which is a shitty class that focuses on teaching us Art major kids how to bullshit meaning into shitty art and critiques, and showing us that being Art majors, our main options when we graduate is to either teach art or open up a gallery space in Pioneer Square. (Google it) Oh, and everyone’s required to take hs. (Humanities) I fucking love my hs prof. He reminds me of my two favorite high school teachers in one. I also realize I’m one of the rare lucky kids who was matched perfectly with my room mate. I also realize a new hatred I have for Art major kids. They’re either fucking pretentious or fucking irritating or fucking fake. I did grow a little family within my friends I made here. They’re such a collection of beings, that I honestly think we have the most dysfunctional “family” within the freshmen at my school. We don’t really have a genre as other typical art school cliques do, and we’re all in different majors.

October:
… Was a blur, I can’t really remember it. Many grande coffees from Starbucks and the Cornish cafe. Many late night walks around downtown and Capitol Hill. However, I met a guy at Occupy Seattle on October 12, the birthday of my late and favorite Tia. He was bearded and grungey, somewhat looked like Beck and Kurt Cobain meshed. He showed me around Seattle and we fell in lust. I had my first kiss with him. It was in the rain, and it was hella wet and hella gross. He was gross…

November:
November 1 is my birthday. It was the shittiest birthday I’ve ever had, oh my GOD. I had NO artistic inspiration in any of my classes, everyone, for the most part, was rude to me, my parents were disappointed in me for something, and I kind of broke up with the guy I met at Occupy. We weren’t together, so there wasn’t really a breakup, but I had to cut ties with him. Oh, what an experience and perspective he brought to me. Imagine being 37 and homeless. Just imagine it.
These last two weeks since that day, I have been going in an out of existentialism and confusion. It started out as me wondering if Art/Design is something I should even be studying, if I should be in Seattle, and other stuff I’d rather not go into. Out of such psychotic tendencies, I have made the choice to switch from a BFA in Art-Painting to a BFA in Design-Visual Communication.

We’ll see how the rest goes. I left out a lot. Hopefully I’ll update a lot, and if gets annoying, then I’ll consider making a blog just for this new Seattle life.
Cheers!

So I’m finally taking the time to slowly come back to tumblr from making a huge life transition to a new college, city and state…

And I come back to some bitch posting THIS GIF of mine. Seriously, it’s called motherfucking reblog.

Friendly Fires trumpet player dies

lets-make-this-happen-girl:

fuckyeahrandombritishindiebands:

That is so upsetting. He contributed a lot to their music, and I remember how cool the trumpet parts sounded live. :( And he was only 27. 

27. Always that number. ☹

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Can everyone just get fucked while watching a nationally-televised lesson on the language of sarcasm?

So I just woke up from one of the only sexual dreams I’ve ever dreamt.

I think I’ll go with the latter interpretation, it’s simpler.

When store employees follow you around the store:

remembertheenemy:

GPOY

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