Last Week of Winter Break

I hardly ever update this blog as often as I'd like (though I should, because it would mean actually taking the time to write a whole entry and include complete thoughts.)

Also, I just realized that a few posts ago I criticized Jason Schwartzman for putting his own music on his own show, while I went on about a tumblr I had (for like, 2 days) in which I just posted photo booth pictures of myself. I'm fucking ridiculous.

I've started taking pictures (using good old 35mm film) on my mother's old Nikon camera. So far I've only developed one roll, out of which there's one pretty decent photo of a book sitting next to a window. (Yeah, I'm not looking to take over the world of art photography anytime soon.)

Working on ideas for my zine (no, I never denied that I'm an art student.) I think I'm just going to give a detailed description of places, moments, and moods I'd specifically like to experience. But I'm not quite sure yet. A friend of mine sent me a copy of hers to my Chicago address a few weeks ago, so I suppose I'll take a look at hers when I get back and get inspired.

I'm also really inspired to go to Scandinavia, again. The one MAJOR problem that might keep me from ever going, though, is my freakish aversion to seafood. If I ever go, I'd be tortured by the natives. But their countries are so beautiful in their somewhat stark commonness.

Stockholm, Sweden


I'm led to believe that this is Norway...


Swedish countryside

Cupcakes and Crap

I've been working on sandwich boards for two days in a row. They're about 3/4 done -- all I need to do is place some balsa wood and some laminated photos and PRESTO! Ready to be placed in certain areas of Chicago.

That's all I have to say. Other than I went shopping yesterday before working on the sandwich boards with Alice. Oh, H&M, how you aid me in finding cool duds.

Bleck, nothing on my iTunes is listenable right now. And I'm not sure if Back of the Yards is safe or not to go to tomorrow to place a sandwich board with a picture of a fair that occurred there in the 1950's.

I made elaborate cupcakes with Bennett and Sam last night. I tried making some fancy puppy cupcakes but ended up making a gay male couple and what Sam called a "Spaghetti Dog." Sam made some kickass cupcakes, including some kittens and a wolf. Bennett's unicorn was prime, horn made out of airheads and horse teeth and all. She's going to document them, so hopefully I can post some photos here soon.

Don't know if my parents have looked through that list of apartments I sent them. They should've looked at them as early as possible, since Craig's List ads expire a week after they've been posted. Arrrrrgh my living situation for next year!

I think I might smell. Otherwise it's a pure coincidence that no one can or is agreeing to share an apartment with me. I will think so until someone else proves otherwise. (I used "otherwise" twice in a paragraph... not being a flexible writer, Kimberly, not... being... flexible.)

Book of reference for our cupcakes:

Some of My YouTube Crap

So today in Media Practices we had to make a video about the news and upload it onto YouTube. This is the fruit of my group's labor:



Not too fancy, not too shabby. We had about 30 minutes to film it on Photo Booth (the immediate capture on YouTube wasn't working.)

But, hey! Check out the music video I made back in September: