Cheese to My Macaroni

The other day I was watching Juno with the commentary on. I found out that the art on Juno's wall in her room is by an artist named David Choe. I love his stuff. It's quirky and good at the same time. Sometimes quirky artists can go too far and ruin their art. Anyway, looking at his site is a very good choice.











-Otis on the go

The Book of Cool, by Marianne Taylor

I love lady gaga, Beird lounge for readin opportunites, and the prospect of going to UNT. That's it.


- Otis on the go.

Screwed

Since no one has blogged except me on The Facts Were These, I have come to realize that I have been ignoring my own personal blog. Life right now seems to be pretty stressful. I haven't yet been admitted into UNT, which makes it hard to sign up for orientation, which makes it hard to sign up for the classes that are already filling up quickly. It makes me want to vomit. Also, the art classes at UNT are going to be much larger and much more intimidating. Instead of 15 people, there will be 35 people in my drawing and design classes. Ah! I hope they don't think I suck butt.

This weekend was surprisingly awesome! Haley's friends from Plano came into town, oh and her twin HOLLY. I have to admit that I was pretty reluctant to meet Holly's boyfriend and his friend but it turns out they are two really fun and freaky dudes. One of them is transferring to UNT next semester too so I decided it would be a good time to force him to be my friend. I cannot wait to be in my apartment. I just want to make it my new home. I want to skip Thanksgiving and Christmas and go straight to moving in on January 2nd! Hopefully I can obtain some classes by then.

Above you will find my Propaganda Poster that I made for my 2-D class. It is about the anti-party movement put into action by basically only me. Its about focusing on the individual that you vote for instead of the party so that the outcome doesn't turn out less than adequate.

PAINTING IS DONE

I have finally finished that god forsaken painting! I don't know if I like it. I feel like I do a little bit but I am still afraid that it may be too simple. Hopefully it goes over well in critique tomorrow.

READ ALL ABOUT IT

So much news.

ONE. I got an apartment this weekend! It is located in the quaint and classy Pace's Crossing. It is an older apartment, but I think it gives it personality. We signed a six month lease and at first I was going to have to move out my crap in July and then move it back in at the start of next year but my parents have decided that we will just renew the lease at July. WHAT THIS MEANS: I will never live with my parents again. Isn't that weird? I didn't exactly notice that until I was talking to people about it. This also means that I can get legit furniture because I won't have to move it out until I leave for wherever I get my first job! Also felt weird saying that. And maybe, despite my mothers harsh feelings, I can get a dog! There are just too many exciting things about this apartment.

TWO. I've been studio shopping for about a month. THis means I've been calling random photography studios in Dallas to let me come be their slave. Of course, none of them have called or emailed me back. BUT THEN! Out of nowhere, my dream studio bursted out of the gray clouds. I was literally close to tears because they are the perfect studio for me to work in. I emailed them and got no reply which is not surprising since it was a sketchy email system on their website/it was supposed to be used only for contacting them about wanting them to take pictures of you. Anyway, I got sick of waiting so I decided yesterday that I would call them. I knew they wouldn't be open on a Sunday and I could just leave a quaint message. Well, right in the middle of my message, where the gooey and yummy parts of the conversation are located, my dad rolls up to the house and my dogs START FREAKING OUT! I didn't know what to do in this situation so I was just like...um my dogs are barking. THen I start to get frustrated and I take the phone away from my ear so I can start over...but I realize that I don't know how to do that. SO thats great. Basically after I hung up I was riddled with negative thoughts about the message I left so...about twenty minutes later I called back. "Hi this is Jeremy Otis again. I know its really gross and annoying of me to call back twenty minutes later but...on the first message I was nervous and my dogs were barking really loud so I'm just going to start over." From there I continued into a speech not too unlike the one in my first message. Basically, they will not be calling me back. LOVE.

Other than that I woke up in a puddle of my own sweat. BYE.

-OTis

Last Round. I think.

Ah! I have painting all day! All my classes today were cancelled so I've literally been glued to my desk all day just painting away. Hopefully now I have some paintings that I can investigate more thoroughly. I think the top one might be the winner. Oh and the second to last one shows my all time favorite new thing to do, paint the sky.

More paint

Heard Them Stirring

I really love the project that we are doing right now. I have definitely found a new love for painting. Mixing colors is probably one of the most fun art things I have ever done. I love making colors. I'm just having a hard time deciding what I want to do. It is an abstract expressionistic assignment and I'm afraid I'm getting to representational. These paintings are all roughs. I'm just trying out everything until I am extremely happy with one of them.

Scurph...

Okay well...it has been decided. I'm transferring to UNT next fall! I have to say, I am pretty darn excited. Oklahoma is just not cool enough to be so far away from home and be so expensive. It isn't worth it to be here. The only scary part about transferring is since the art school is legit, it is more competitive. Hopefully I am able to knock out some of the competition and be the star of the photography department!

Other than that, I have been getting rull annoyed with college. Thinking about staying in school for the next three and a half years makes me want to vomit. BARF. I'm so sick of my drawing teacher. He is such a prick. He totally grades me based on whether or not he likes me that day. He already told me I was a smart ass so I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me. I just hope the teachers at UNT have senses of humor and are able to grasp the idea of sarcasm. That would be very much enjoyable.

I get to go apartment shopping this weekend in Denton. I really hope I can sign a lease and just get it off my mind. I'm so sick of being stressed about stuff. IM LETTING EVERYTHING GO!

Here's some of my drawings. Actually, one of them is just one of my 2D projects hanging up in the art building!!! Legit. (UPWARD)

QUESTION MARK

These pictures have nothing to do with my life at this moment. They are just really fun.

So. College has been one big question mark. I don't know if I'm going to stay at OU. I just don't know if it is the place for me. Obviously, I am not a GREEK LIFE kind o' guy. The problem with that is...EVERYONE is a part of the greek life here. A good option is UNT. The art program there is amazing and is close to Dallas. It makes me feel better that I could get internships and jobs in Dallas right out of college. I am frightened beyond fright to wind up being a NORMAN NOBODY. I have a grand total of five friends. They're great but...two are in sororities, one is in band, and one is transferring to UNT. I'm kind of left picking my nose in the puddle. My Mom is totally supportive of me transferring and my Dad think it would be quitting. I just think it is a smarter decision. Tomorrow I am calling UNT and setting up an advisement appointment for Friday. Basically, next semester will be better either way. I will either have a kick ass apartment here in Norman...or I will have a kick ass apartment in Denton. Whichever way...I GET A DOG! Pumped. We will see where I end up!

Boredom and Basket Cases

These are the beautiful outcomes of me being bored and lonely in my dorm yesterday morning. There is no greater feeling than taking good pictures of yourself. Well maybe its not the greatest feeling in the word but I still like these pictures a lot.

Yesterday was NOT a good day. It was boring beyond words. I had both yearbook orientation and Alcohol training in the same day. Thankfully, all those mandatory meetings are done with and I can just do school.

DORMed.

Yes. I was bored. No. I am not dissapointed in these shots. Yes. I have freakishly hairy extremities. No. I am not a wolf man. Yes. Get off my back.

So this is what happens when you stick Otis into an empty dorm room with just a hardcore camera and miscellaneous objects. He takes pictures of his legs and feet. I have more pictures of like my dorm but I don't like them very much.

I'm getting a little worried about the Art school at OU. I have heard some not so cool things about it's photography program. I am hoping that soon the teachers that are there, leave, and new, more exciting, ones take their place. Also, I have fully decided that it is necessary for me to double major in photography and video in order to be successful in the world. This will help me with getting jobs with media companies and things like that.

I hate my floor. They are the loudest bunch of idiots that have lived. Baseball? In a tiny little hall? Reallly? No. Hopefully they all get kicked out for drinking.

I do love having friends at college though. That makes it a lot more entertaining.

-Otis

ARTSY FARTSY!

I am so so so excited about being a part of the art school. Based on the project that I'm working on right now, I feel like I'm going to be way more creative than I originally thought. The project is a composition piece. I was given four 8x10 sheets of white paper and four 4x4 sheets of black paper. I then designed anything I wanted pretty much just using an Xacto knife. I think they turned out really well! I still have to work on one but I think I can get it all done by Monday. Tomorrow I have drawing! I hope I'm not a failure at it! Also, I have stooopid discussion tomorrow for HISTORY which really cuts into my time to work on my pieces!!! I can see that regular classes and art classes are not going to be friends.

-Otis

I hear...noises.

So I'm not as negative about college on the second night. I am more indifferent than anything else. I am just beyond excited for classes to start. I have probably said this statement more in two days than I ever have in my life but, "I am so friggin ready for classes to start." I feel as though thats when this place will stop feeling like camp. I just want to get my work so I can have SOMETHING to do! Also, I have a new strategy for this whole college experience thang. I am never planning on staying here for more than two weeks at a time. This will help me not go insane and also let me do laundry at home. Killing two birds with one stone can be bloody, but awesome. I am totally opposite from a people person its not even funny. I feel uncomfortable even now and there are walls separating me from everyone. Luckily, the shower situation worked out perfectly today. Lets hope that everyday offers me perfect bathroom conditions.

Oh and...WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HAVING A QUIET LIVING FLOOR?!

-Otis

Sooner Born

Okay WELL...I'M AT COLLEGE! Thats me pretending to be excited.

I can't tell if I'm just really tired or if I honestly hate being here. Actually, I dont being HERE. I hate the people that are HERE with me. There are a vast number of people here that do nothing but go out at night and drink till they drop. I completely don't understand it. Especially when they flaunt it. I met these girls today...don't care to remember their names. They went on and on about how they were going to get so drunk that night that they didn't know if they would be able to keep themselves off the boys at the Frat house. Get out.

Honestly, if I didn't have Haley and Riggs and Melissa here, I would be gone. I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to go through this alone. I would basically be dead. A walking ZOMBIE.

I can't wait for actual classes to start. It will be nice to have purpose. At least move in is over. That experience can NOT go into the memory box.

Thankfully, I finally met my suite mates. I was beginning to think we would go through the entire college experience not ever seeing each other existed. They were nice. Not jocky, thank god. But apparently, they are a popular duo on our floor cuz there are a lot of people in their dorm.

Bye.

-Otis

Leaving.

I really really really want to get excited about leaving for college. It wasn't this hard during the year. It wasn't this hard during lame high school classes or during all of my photo assignments. It wasn't this hard at Alphabest or even J. Crew. I didn't know that it would be so hard for me to say goodbye to my normal life and everyone in it. I'm just not that good at making new friends in these types of situations. The worst part in my mind right now is that first weekend. Ugh. Words cannot describe how much I wish I could skip orientation weekend. All of these little events designed to force people together. Its just not my favorite thing in the world. I never thought I would be this close to tears about leaving for college.

Troubled Waters

I feel like I really don't want to go to college. I'm nervous about every tiny detail. Someone please make me excited...


-- Otis on the move

You never know what you got till its gone...

Took a look around my house. Found some beautiful stuff that I probably would have never found if I weren't looking.

I'm a winner at a losing game...

I hate that people are telling me it's okay. I hate that they are so appalled at my sadness. I hate that I let myself feel this way about you. I hate that every love song I listen to reminds me of you. I hate that your face is so beautiful. I hate that I can't be mad at you. I hate the fact that if you called me right now I would talk to you for hours. I hate the fact that you never call. I hate that I didn't talk to you until the end of the summer. I hate that if I dissapeared, you wouldn't even notice. I hate that I have to date other girls. I hate that we aren't an us. I hate this. I hate you.

-- Otis on the move

Really?

Why do you insert yourself back into my life as soon as I make the decision not to talk to you anymore?


-- Otis on the move

Fail.

Obviously...the "relationship" between me and HER did not work out. Hence the title of this post. I started out feeling such strong feelings for her. Then everyday seemed like a reminder that she was not interested. Now I'm just annoyed that she couldn't feel the same way about me that I did for her. Either I was reading too far into her actions or she was sending horribly mixed signals. When we would text, I was lucky to get a response, but in person it seemed like she wanted nothing else but to be close to me. This is the most I've ever been confused about a girl. Everyday I try to forget her, but I still get excited when I think about her. Its especially sad because we didn't even know each other very well. I feel like a stalker. And I looked up the guy who texted her when we hung out. I feel like a creep.

The good thing that came out of this is that I was reminded how great it is to have a girl to like. The constant talking and flirting is something that I missed. Hopefully, I can find someone in college that is able to feel the same feelings for me.

Also, I feel as though I have abandoned my art. I haven't taken pictures in such a long time! I desperately need to get back into the habit. I even miss sketching. I will make myself get back into these things.

-Otis

Oh okay.

You didn't text back. It only takes once. Done.


-- Otis on the move

Hmm

You are buying me socks today. Is it sad that I want to assume that this is a sign of affection?


-- Otis on the move

Be MINE.

I don't even know you that well. Why am I so obsessed with you? Why do I get jealous when you speak to anyone else besides me? I want to tell you everything about me. I want to know everything about you. I want to be your best friend. I want to hold you close and talk about the future. I want to listen to CD's together that I made you, sharing headphones. I want to draw you. I want to walk down a busy street with you holding hands. I want to study with you, taking lots of breaks. I want it to be normal to kiss you. I want you to want me.

I wish I was more than just your funny buddy. Laughter is not the only thing I want to share with you. I think God has put you in my life for a reason. It feels sinful not to talk to you. I hope for the best.

Can I have yo numbah?

So. I just got back from Europe! London was such an amazingly beautiful place. Romania was beautiful in its own way as well.

The mission trip was in a word...disappointing. It felt more like a tour, than it did a mission trip. In fact, all of London was just a tour for us to help raise money for Premier Radio. It was quite frustrating. Finally in Romania we actually got into mission trip mode. So many young lives were touched by our concerts.

I think the best part of mission trip was being with all my friends. Senior Trip was amazing not because of where we were but just because we were all together. Another good part of this trip is that I have grown quite smitten to one of my mission trip girly friends. She is funny, beautiful, and laughs at all my jokes. We will just have to see how it goes.

-Otis

London/Romania

I loved London more than any normal American should. I honestly feel like I want to move there hardcore! There were so many awesome things about that grand 'ol city. Let me name them.

The weather was beyond amazing. Anywhere where I can wear a cardigan at any point in the year, is okay by me.

British accents are kind of my favorite thing ever.

I fell in love with so many fierce black girls with thick accents.

In negative news, three dudes from our trip were sent home because of alcohol consumption. Seriously, stop being tools and drink water. Also, I hate being yelled at and this is a common occurrnce on mission trips.

Romania is hot and dirty and scary.










-- Otis on the move

Whatever your drunk...why don't you cut the chord mom?

So I'm sitting up in my MEDIA ROOM, watching NICK AND NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST. It has given me lots of time to reflect. It is times like these when I miss blogging. I have decided to make a pact with myself. Aren't those the best kind? I'm going to, after mission trip, blog everyday. This will mostly be to capture my college moments. I have gotten past the whole feeling of neglect for my blog. It has become a therapeutic source for my thoughts.

I have realized that I love love love my church friends. All of them. The only problem is that I only hang out with them when we have shows. And now we are all going to college, so I kind of missed the boat. BUT. I am in the same history class with one of my friends...AT COLLEGE. How does that work out? It doesn't.

In other news, apparently I am only friends with Toups. Ha. I don't talk to our other friends...ever. Oh well, me and TOUPS will be friends forever! Because I'm going to make her.

Other realization=I'm going to move to Chicago after college. It will be my home. I just know it.

-OTIS

Woot.

Okay so...

Me and TOUPS are friends again! THis makes me happy because I was starting to think this was going to be the most lonely summer ever. To commemorate our found again friendship we had a photo shoot. The pictures turned out really good!

In other news, I am getting into the comfortable stage of working at J. Crew. I mean, it's definitely not perfect and I still screw up A LOT but I seem to be getting along with my coworkers pretty well. However, today was most certainly a BAD day. But going to Northpark seemed to fix everything. I bought a friggen awesome straw fedora and an even cooler grey vest. I seem to be putting all the money I earn from J. Crew back into the system. Oh well.

-Otis

Le pire, c'est que personne ne s'en soucie.

So. It's been awhile. I would love to say that I have been too busy to stay in sync with this blog. However, I really have been everything BUT busy. I don't know why I haven't stopped to blog...it probably has something to do with the fact that I have absolutely nothing to blog about. Every year, right before summer, I get so excited! The movie reel in my head shows nothing but moments of happiness and laughter among friends. This hasn't happened.

What I do is simple. I work. This would be an okay situation if my job offered me a decent amount of hours. The worst part of it is that I have these random weeks jam packed full of working...just enough to lull me into a false sense of security of thinking that all my weeks will be like this. Of course, the weeks after are always accompanied with a daunting 8 hours of work.

The lack of work would be fine, if I had something (anything) to do instead.






-- Otis on the move

URGHNESS...I thought that this week was going to be absolutely perfect. 

I thought the clouds would open up and God would be smiling down upon me.

Insteadz. It seems as though this is the most frustrating week of the year.

1. J.Crew. Why must you only give me four hours of work this week? Its just rude. Let me come in on my ON CALL! I mean just give me that. Would it really be that hard? I don't believe it would have been. I swear. If my hours get cut tomorrow on the day that I am ACTUALLY scheduled to work I will have to blow up the entire store with my telekinetic feats of strength. 

2. School. Why must the teachers be so exponentially bitchier on the last week? I mean even the principals are being little beeATCHES. Officially sick of it. Last day is Thursday...BUT i don't go into school until then so its not so bad i guess.

3. Rehearsal. I understand that PCA is out of school and the leaders of our church want to give them as little time to rebel as possible, but I"M still in school. I'm sorry but I can't make it to your 1 o' clock rehearsal because I am still emotionally dealing with being babysat at Frisco High. Pisses me right off...

OTHER THAN THAT...everything is FRIGGIN PEACHY!!!!

Your welcome for the random pictures that have nothing to do with anything.

-Otis

Secret Wash

I don't believe I have updated ALL my fans on my J. Crew status. I GOT THE JOB! I'm so excited to be a J. Crew Sales Associate. I have to say the most exciting part of my job is walking around the store with my intense fitting room key. I also love dressing in really good clothes that make me look ten times skinnier than I actually am.

The only downfall to my job is that everyone that works there has already been friends for soooo long. They talk about their lives and their inside jokes while I fold t-shirts and smile at their passing words. Also, I am still in that time period where I am trying to impress them so I am afraid to show them my true self. Instead of being crazy and fun, I am constantly trying to do a good job and be serious. Also, some of the jokes that I tell seem to go either unheard or unnapreciated. Hopefully it gets better.





-- Otis on the move

Frustrated and Administrated

I am a Yearbook nerd. It has been proven by all the emotions that come out of being in yearbook. If I were not a nerd, I would be ultimately unaffected by the yearbook class.

The first frustration is the SOPHOMORES! They just sit their and pretend to do work the entire class period. At least when I don't have something to do I dont trick Marsh into thinking that I do. I might just have to run over to sophomore row and pull their brains out through their nostrils. Fun.

My second frustration is MARSH! As mentioned earlier, the sophomores just sit at their computers surfing the Internet all day. When I am caught surfing the Internet I have commited an eternal crime that I will never be forgiven for. When THEY are caught surfing the Internet, Marsh decides that it is time for her to join in on this Internet adventure. Also, I don't much appreciate being hovered over. Especially when the hoverer is smacking their chips in your right ear. Infuriating.

My final frustration is simply BOREDOM! I have absolutely nothing left to do in this class. My job title is Photo Editor. I assign photographers to take pictures of things. So what do I do when there is nothing left to take pictures of? This:



-- Otis on the move

"I'm a geenie in a bottle"

Hmmm. Nope. I'm pretty sure that this day was quite boring. The only slightly exciting thing that happened today was I recieved an honor rope to wear over my graduation gown. Matched with the blood colored cord that I will recieve ( I hate that my iPhone thinks I mean recurve when I say recieve) for giving blood I will be all primary colored out. The only reason why that was exciting is because it signals how close graduation really is.

To be fair though, it's hard to get excited about anything today when I am so excited about training at J. Crew tomorrow. My mom seems to be excited as well. Yesterday evening we traveled to Willowbend mall to pick out three new outfits for me to work in. I hope they will let me work this Saturday.

Proof that the school year is pretty much over:










Even Marsh has begun to give up on us doing actual work in class. Huzzah!

-- Otis on the move