made a new friend.

We used to be at odds. I'm pretty stoked. She let me pet her neck without nipping.

so grateful to have youtube access at byu.

During the two overnighters I pulled at school to work on my pokémon redesign project, this sustained me.It will never cease to be hilarious.

cool.

unexpected hope.

I ran into this online while researching graffiti styles and it instantly cheered me up:See, my life is so sad that the design project I'm most excited about is the one I get to spend the least amount of time on. ¡I am redesigning pokemon cards into an edgy/urban/graffiti style! But I feel like I never get a chance to work on it. Here are my preliminary drawings. Wish me luck.

i'm a simple girl, really.

Things I am grateful for:

#1 Space heaters. Post heart-attack, my dad can't shovel coal for our furnace anymore. I am super-grateful for space heaters.

#2 The back float. On even the most discouraging days, the back float is an instantaneous relaxer. Underwater noises calmed me so much during swim class today as I stared at the ceiling.

#3 Unexpected friendships. I am increasingly amazed how close friendships forged in a computer lab can become. I don't know what I'd do without my eclectic little graphic design group. We went on all went on a super hard and scary hike in the snow yesterday and then ate at the Red Igunana with our graphic design class. These are the pics from it that I like best:

please still say i'm not a stereotype.

I remember once telling a friend that I have before and most definitely still would take my eyelash curler with me backpacking.

"It's so Laura...but also kind of not so Laura."

I completely agree. I'd like to think that the seeming dichotomy of those two items describes something about myself far beyond the mere fact that they happen to be two things I enjoy.

There's a strange part of me that enjoys the fact that my best friend and boyfriend both love Glen Beck when I can hardly bear to stand in the room with a television broadcasting his scathing voice blasting.

I guess, like anyone else, I love feeling like an exception to the rules of cultural dictates.

Last weekend, I accompanied my Glen-Beck-fan-meat-loving-MFA boyfriend on the most art-drenched ventures ever (I still had to wear my jumpsuit and sing D'angelo to myself the whole time):

First, a Friday night show at the CUAC.
Then trailer tacos afterward.
Then a Saturday night collage party at Jenny's.Jared.Jenny.Annie.Me.Last night we made cards at the letterpress lab.
Kenji.
Paris & Miguel.

guess i'm a design nerd.

I found this on Jenny's blog today.
Confession: Not only do I think it's funny... I find it really sweet.

Kenji brought a sack lunch to the BFA lab today. I peered inside his bag and noticed his yogurt. Being a student of graphic design, I now notice the packaging of all products:

I point to the slender-abs-seal of pro-biotic approval on the front:

"Don't you think this is weird?"

"Yeah. It means you're gonna poop," Kenji declares with a straight face.

"(I first laugh loudly in squealy tones.) Yeah, and it's like they're trying to make that seem really sexy."

(Don't be fooled by the presence of the abs everyone, I know that the stuff is loaded with high fructose corn syrup.) But I guess I should keep in mind as a graphic design student that their campaign is working.

pikachu, i choose you.

I think there is almost nothing about my life that this drawing, by my dear friend Kenji, does not depict. And actually, I think there are are a few of you out there who know exactly what I'm talking about:Oh man, I can't get enough of it.