why do so many midwestern/minnesotan girls feel the insatiable need to be orange and have ugly bleach blonde hair that’s been teased and styled to trashy atrocity?!?!!?

get a fake tan

bleach your hair (half o the hair on my head is bleached!)

spend hours doing your hair and makeup

BUT look classy and over do it

make the effort worth it and show some taste!

so many of these girls could be so pretty, but they look awful awful awful.

sure, i some of my hair is pink.  it’s not supposed to look natural, but i sure as hell don’t look tacky walking around with it.

and yes, i love makeup and sometimes walk around with a lot of product on, but i don’t look like a trashy whore…even if i’ve opted for a dark smoky eye for the day or night.

so sick of with this mass of mindless drones who don’t have at least the right instincts to follow a crowd with decent “beauty” and “fashion” standards

chicks who constantly post photos on fb of themself posing alone in skimpy outfits at home to showcase how hot they are

GTFO

nobody friggin cares

the people who will comment or like the photos are the same sleazeballs and hoes you run into every weekend when you go out on the town.

ugh. dance moms.

the world of competitive dance.

so artless.

i watch these little girls become fixated on becoming winners instead of artists

and they all have this horrible grin they’ve planted on their face that’s so artificial

dance at the heart of things is kinesthetic response and interpretation to an idea or emotion…usually musical.  and i watch these girls move like dancing automatons.  robots to be exact. 

this is another reason why so many of the top competitive figure skaters today are so boring to watch.

i don’t want to watch a routine that showcases technique.  i want to watch a routine that showcases passion that employs technique and tricks as a means to display that.

blargh.  and don’t get me started how these mothers let their daughters wear full makeup to dance rehearsal. wtf. 

sometimes, absurdism in art just pisses me off.

to have no aim but showing that things are just completely absurd seems like the product of a lazy artist who doesn’t want to make a decision or take a stance on an idea…and then says i’m gonna create something totally weird and overly contrived with no intention of trying to make sense of linking ideas or moments together to create a unified whole of a work..all to cover up that i’m too lame to make a decision.

if you think that “life is absurd” well then goddamn it that’s fine. but when you start doing weird “i’ma be arty farty” and really show how absurd by making my piece almost incomprehensible, well then, fuck you.  remember that you have something called an AUDIENCE.  it’s your duty to communicate to them.  you’re not allowed to have the privilege of saying, i’m not gonna even try to make my message clear to you so if you don’t get it, then fuck you.  if you’re an artist who is publicly displaying your work in any way, you must be aware of your audience and work for them….if not, then you’re doing this just for your mere fucking enjoyment and have no business in trying to pass off your amateur just for your own ego boost hobby as art.  

yes there is certainly some good absurdist work out there.  but so many others who try to follow the movement seem like they’re just being self indulgent and trying to pat themselves on their backs for being brilliant because they’re creating things that are “really cool” but make no fucking sense.

i mean existentialists still try to make sense of things & try to alter certain things in life, rather than sitting on their asses and just lamely commenting on how absurd life is.

doing research on theatre, art, and literature during the 19th century.  i have no idea how this will inform me more about Schumann’s Frauenliebe und Leben, but it’s at least interesting.  please, let me figure out the thesis for this paper soon…as interesting as this research is proving to be, i don’t want it to end up being cool but useless information that was a waste of my precious time on a saturday night.

romanticism=cool

realism=awesome

art=wonderful

but when i need to vomit 6-8 pages out by tuesday morn, i’d like to churn this out with a minimum of 10 hours of my time.

money don’t buy class

get with it people

srsly

i’m done with classless people

them and soulless shells of people

sorry for the rant, but rich classless hoes and bros make me cringe like no other

yes, kate middleton’s wedding dress is gorg, but i don’t fucking care about this royal wedding.

i’m sick of this event flooding all the news sites i ever go on and it being constantly mentioned on my fb feed on my tumblr dashboard.

it costs so much frecking muhneyyy to put together a decent makeup kit. brushes, foundations, palettes, etc. this time next year, i better be decently established in minneapolis. thank the lord the school bestie is a model and i can take advantage of her connections she’s building there.

i need spring break to come.

i’m tired often.

starting to get sick of my company…their petty bullshit/quirks they all have that i never get bothered by is beginning to get on my nerves.  i see myself starting to isolate myself and not wanting to talk to people.

i just need to detox from all this.

as much as i’m really loving school right now and loving the work and generally the people, i’ve reached the point where i need to take a step back before i go crazy.

blargh.  even my good friends are annoying the hell out of me.

i hate being annoyed by everything.  and i didn’t start feeling this way until last week when everyone around me was starting to get pissy from all the stress and pressure they were feeling.  i just don’t like being in this pissy environment that’s affecting me too.

please saturday, you can’t come any faster!

i want to go home. see friends and fam.  read some shakespeare.  begin working on my interview project.  begin thinking of fresh scenes.  going to sb.  just doing whatever the hell i want and not having to be surrounded by stressed out actors.