Diane’s World

Sigh.

I feel older than usual.

JOY is…

grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

reading about my nephews on my sister’s blog and missing being with them

falling in love with modern art… and having a logical reason why

long, relaxed conversations even though i know I have a million other things to do

apple cider and mystery muffins in sam g’s cozy apartment

painting for 10 hours, only stopping when security kicked us out of the building at midnight

any art class… especially for the people

the “curious george” soundtrack and the memories it brings

baking brownies for residents’ birthdays

the rush of pretending i’m going to talk to that one boy… but then chickening out. again. (maybe next time…)

finding a new song that describes exactly how I am feeling

the solidarity of the photography dark room

the smell of the room when pot roast is being made

my sister bringing coffee and dinner to me when she heard I was stuck in the painting room all day

long to-do lists that make me feel important

the smell of fall air… and fall weather

the rich concentration of spiritual activities that college allows you to have - chapels, praise and worship, gift, wellspring, bible studies and church. when else in life can you have 6 or 7 God centered activities a week?

being called artistic by 3 different people in one week

finally feeling like an artist

Yes, very busy week. But I’ve been enjoying it recently. I have a huge to-do list, but now instead of a to-do list, I see a million opportunities to become a better person, christian, friend, RA and artist.

Pray for me. I have an insane amount of work before I can even think about going on Tri-State break.

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Did I really just do that?

Did I really just change my signature website design?

Yes, folks, I did. I feel a little older than usual this week, so I decided to upgrade to something less… eh… juvenile. Don’t get me wrong, my stick figures may appear again sometime.

Anyways, I’ll celebrate the occasion with a picture of what I did today:

Yup.

And I forcefed Laura.
Oh and I danced too.

And Photographed nude statues. (seriously.)

And tried to figure out Adobe GoLive. (help? Anyone?)

Oh, my roommate just gave me this link. Why it is better to stay single.

Well I must work on this pile of homework in front of me.

Diane

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to over an hour of Professor Versluis at 8:00am.

To Joe making it all better by using versluis’s design as a pac-man head.

to still not receiving the photo paper that I ordered over a week ago.

to taking pictures of random students at NWC… and having a cute NW boy smile at me.

To being completely drained of creativity

to the wonderful support of my other art major friends who are helping me regain some creativity

to those idiots who vandalized the nude statues behind the bj haan

to Prof. Van Geest for comparing the anti-nude, anti-common sense, anti-good taste futurist movement to the idiot dordt people who are opposed to nudity in art.

to my rather unique boy problems… or lack of.

to re-discovering Damien Rice’s song “Cheers Darlin’” to make me not care.

to feeling drained of energy

to the wonderful wake-up power that my cappuccino maker gives me.

to Laura being gone for the weekend

to being able to concentrate on painting since Laura won’t be distracting me.

to realizing how completely ignorant I am.

to the Bible study I am in for pointing that fact out to me.

to feeling completly void of talent.

to that somehow bringing me closer to God.

:) to how my last photography assignment went:

Sigh. I guess life is fine.

yes, I used the word fine.

Anyone want to do something this weekend? I might need a break from painting.

Diane

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Update. I forgot to call my parents. I was gonna call every Sunday, but today I forgot. I’m sorry.

Well… mom did call me 3 times on Saturday. I think she loves me.

All that to say, this post is to make up for not calling.

Weekend was good. On friday Laura and I had Joel W, Sam Z, Andrew T., and David E over for food and games. I played yet another butt-kicking game of Trivial Pursuit. Laura and I versus the boys. I know, what are the odds?

I’ve been winning that game a lot recently. I find it rather trivial that I am good at that game, yet am not usually considered a smart person except sometimes by my parents…  and I have a feeling that might be sarcastic.
So I call it pure luck.

Here are some pictures of the night. None of them are any good, so I apologize for that.

This is my roommate looking adorable as always, even though she is dying from a disasterous cold. Poor Laura.

Me and the roomie. (LAURA! I’m still tanner than you!)

The boys playing with the game my brother gave me. Muwahah. It shocks people.

Yes. How the board looked when Laura and I answered the winning question. Notice they have only 3 pieces. (I am so mean. I should stop talking… pride always comes before the fall. Really, I’m not smart. I guess we just got easy questions…)

Anyways - I don’t even remember what happened Saturday. Oh yeah!

- I put up a fake hockey website for the time being

- Shot a roll of film on Laura’s nude hand (yes, Laura is now a genuine nude hand model)
- Developed previously mentioned film

- Read advertising chapter

- Wrote an esay about why I dislike Cubism

… and then I hung out with Branden K, Laura, Kim D, and Dave S.. We played an interesting game called I.D. - the identity game.
Unfortunately, I did all my homework on Saturday. Which left nothing for me to do on Sunday. So I ended up doing the most pathetic thing imaginable. So pathetic, I’m not even going to tell you. Honestly, think of the most wasteful way to spend an afternoon, and that’s what most of my roommates did all day. And no, it’s not even sleeping.

Yes, I feel guilty.

I found out what is wrong with men!!! I don’t want to say too much because… well many of my readers don’t care.

The root of the problem is this: Guys are great… until you get to know them. And then you either get bored of them, or are in complete shock that any woman in her right mind would want to marry one of them. It’s gonna have to take a pretty special guy to convince me to get married.

But then again… I usually make generalizations like these and then regret saying them even hours later. I dunno. I often worry about being too picky. But isn’t it ok to be picky if you have to spend the rest of your life with that person?

Men make me grumpy. Stop it.

Sneak preview of my next painting project:

The artist is a German Expressionist named Otto Freundlich. (Ok, so he’s kind of French as well, but I’ll ignore that.) The point of this assigment is to learn how to copy colors. If you haven’t noticed, there are a lot of colors in this painting. A lot. Even all the blacks aren’t the same color. In fact, I don’t think that any of the colors in this piece are the same.

Shoot.

I’m gonna be needing time. Lots of time. I have three weeks to finish it.
I chose this painting because I’m becoming very found of German Expressionism (Dad, the German film “Nasferatu” came out of this movement). “Die Blaue Reiter” (with Kandinsky) genre especially caught my eye. And Laura thought it looked cool as well. And my art prof said that the painting style will suit me well.

ok, Laura’s spreading lies about  me. Meanie.  Must go stop her.

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This is for my mom. She wanted me to re-do the snowboard on my t-shirt design so the perspective was more correct:

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