Day 5: The Cougareat

I would just really like to be thankful for the Cougareat today. On those days where I just really need something special for lunch/dinner, I pop over to the Cougareat to check out the daily special. And by that, I mean that I go to the Scoreboard Grill every single day and have a hamburger (the people there know my name, for crying out loud). I am a creature of habit, but I am thankful for my habits; they are delicious.

Day 4: The Internets

Today I am grateful for: my computer. With my computer I can escape reality and dive into any number of alternate universes through television and movies and stuff. I just really love my film media okay? TV/movie life is just so much better than real life. My computer helps me to do fun things without having to leave my comfortable room (see "Sleep"/day 3) and I can live vicariously through characters with more interesting lives than I have.

Sleep

I would now like to be grateful for: my bed here in Provo. This is probably my favorite place in the entire city. This bed is way more comfortable than my one in Idaho for some reason, and I just sleep like the dead when I am here. Duly, I would like to give thanks for my comforter and fluffy/fuzzy blanket I currently sleep with. I would also like to give thanks for Daylight Savings Time tonight and my extra hour of sleep. That is glorious. Essentially, I am just super grateful for a comfy place to snuggle into at night.

Mailmen

Today I would like to give thanks for mailmen who charter tons of crap across the country into our front yards every day. I love getting and sending mail,--even though I am a really sucky correspondant, and I am always running out of stamps--and I am just really happy that stuff can be sent from store warehouses to my apartment, or from my Idaho house to my apartment. Stuff is just great, you know? So thank you, wonderful mailmen (and women), for braving the harsh climate of Utah to give me cool stuff...and bills, I can forgive you for that though.

Here we go again...

So, I am clearly a failure at blogging, but I have chosen to do a new designated 30 day challenge...aka just say something extremely random that I am grateful for every day. Why the heck not?

Okay, my first "I'm grateful for" thing is: TV. I mean REALLY. TV is great. It is a fabulous source of entertainment and I have gotten endless hours and years worth of pent-up emotion out because of TV. I'm just sayin' that it is a stress reliever. Who doesn't like to wrap up, eat a whole box of chocolate bread/cake and watch 5 episodes of Doctor Who or Buffy or America's Next Top Model? It is just so therapeutic.

Here is also a bonus list of the TV I am currently into (in order of current watching schedule):
Merlin
Once Upon A Time
America's Next Top Model
Downton Abbey
Jane By Design
Doctor Who
Sherlock
Psych
Pretty Little Liars
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Avatar the Last Airbender

Stupid Hipster Art Class

So for my major (Art History) I have to take this "Studio Tech for Art History" class. I was sort of excited to take this so that I can learn how to draw and stuff. NO. There are so many things wrong with my time in this class:

1. The teacher is SO AWKWARD. It did say on ratemyprofesser.com that he is really quiet and shy, so I was sort of expecting that. It is SO BAD. He can barely relay coherent sentences to us, let alone assignments and instructions. And no one wants to ask questions because he doesn't make sense or actually explain anything when you ask anyway.

2. We are not being taught how to draw. Instead of teaching us basic technique on how to draw, paint, do charcoal, ink, etc...we are given the tools to do, say an ink drawing, and are thrown into the lava pit and expected to create a masterpiece. These are his oral instructions: "Just make some lines on the paper until they come together. But don't draw something specific. But make it a landscape. But don't draw actual trees or anything..." WTF. So I drew some freaking lines and I freaking connected them and nothing came together and I could FEEL the judgement raining down upon me.

3. Everyone else seems to have either previous artistic training or natural artistic talent. I THOUGHT I was marginally artistic; I mean I can copy pictures decently. But I am obviously desperately lacking in that department. Everyone else's collage/charcoal drawings looked really artistic and put together, and mine looked like a kindergartener cut up random pieces of paper, stuck them to a piece of paper, scribbled on them, and then sat on it. It was humiliating.

4. We are supposed to do a sketchbook journal over the course wherein we are to depict our innermost thoughts and dreams through copying the styles of other artists. That just doesn't make sense to me. Each week we are given some artists as "inspiration" and we are supposed to study them and attempt to use their styles. So far, all of the artists we are supposed to check out are really hipster and emo, and I just don't roll that way.
This is what I drew in my sketchbook for this week:

This is apparently what I should have drawn:

I can tell you that I was harshly judged by the professor for drawing that. I watched him open  my sketchbook and just get this look of complete confusion. I could just see the wheels in his mind turning, "what in the world did this poor, disturbed child draw? This is way too normal for my hipster-centric class."

I am SO not happy about this. I am not going to draw two bunnies and some squares and call it reaching into the depths of my soul. Okay, so drawing a TARDIS diptych isn't exactly gut-wrenching, but I just can't really express my emotions in this way. I sort of prefer to not express my emotions at all, thank you. And, just because I am supposed to draw that way, I REALLY don't want to now! I shouldn't be told which style to draw in. I am not a hipster, and I refuse to identify as one through art.

Ugh I am a failure.

I still have not maintained my blog! Ugh, I suck at this. There are just so many other things to do (most of which are not productive at all anyway).

I have been trying to think of more top 10 lists I could do...I am just too lazy and I can't ever make up my mind about what I think. I will try to start that again, because it was sort of fun...

Les finis un blog-that-has-no-point-whatsoever.