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