i'm an art major.

If you have any hipster status at all, 30 points are automatically deducted if you're fat.


I wish people would take time to understand what an art major entails before declaiming it as doodles and shapes. Just because we're not sitting around with graphing calculators and solving equations or writing papers late into the night doesn't mean we're not working just as hard if not harder than people undertaking other majors. Do you think I wanted to lock myself up in the media room for 2 1/2 hours coloring in a 3"x12" grid made of 1/4" squares until I went cross-eyed? No, I most certainly did not. But I did. And even though it may have just looked like a bunch of fancy filled-in squares to you, I worked really hard on it. And tonight when I lock myself up in the media room doing what looks to you like just cutting shapes out of black paper, it will really be me busting my ass to make the cleanest lines and most interesting shapes I possibly can so I don't fail foundations and miss my chance to submit a portfolio to get into the program I want at the end of this year. Because missing that portfolio review means taking the same classes again to try and make the review the next year. And at that point, if I even get in because the program only accepts 32-36 people a year depending on availability, I'll already be a year behind because the program takes 3 years. Say good-bye to the class of 2015 and hello to the class of 2016.


Art is the easiest thing in the world to do poorly and the hardest thing to do well. That's what my drawing instructor keeps telling us, anyway. And it's completely true. Because art is completely subjective. Something I feel proud of may not be what my instructor wants at all.


So think, please, before you go thinking whatever you have to do for your major is more difficult than what art majors do. And if you do say what we do is easy, then please, let's see you try. Oh what's that? You can't? That's what I thought. Okay bye.


I just got a tumblr account (which you can view here --> *click*) and I think that I might be using it incorrectly. Seriously. Like, 3 of the people who reblogged one of my posts have the same picture/theme on their profile. And the picture is really gross. And then another person, when I went to look at their profile thingy, it was almost all photos of naked/half-naked women. I’m severely confused here…

Social networking is like crack cocaine. It takes up all my time and makes my pupils look dilated. Or, in the words of Bo Burnham (you thought I was going to go for a whole post without talking about him, did you?) on Twitter: "Twitter is like crystal meth because it's really fun to do and Oprah's on it."

My roommate and I mention each other Twitter even when we're sitting in the same room.

The other day when I locked myself the media room for 2 1/2 hours, there was one redeeming part of that experience, and that was meeting another girl in my dorm who was working on an art project, too. Just to set the scene, it's me, a chunky white girl with dyed hair, and this black girl with braids sitting across a table from each other and working on individual art projects. She said the word "dope" a lot and liked Disney soundtracks (we ended up working to music from "Anastasia"). She was also married. A freshman in college, she told me she and her husband were just married at the very end of August, so just a couple weeks ago. He lives in another town but isn't going to college. They had been dating for 3 years and were engaged for 1. I told her that getting married right out of high school was very brave of her and that her ring was blingin'. It was a good time.

I have some more awkward moments for you! 

That awkward moment when...

• you've already gone pee and then you realize there's no toilet paper or anyone to bring any to you.
• you're on Skype with someone and your roommate walks in in their towel.
• someone has in an earpiece and you respond to what they say because you think they're talking to you.
• you finish taking your shower and realize you forgot a towel.
• you see someone you went to high school with but didn't really know but you feel obligated to smile at each other anyway.
• someone de-friends you and then sends a friend request 3 months later.
• you ask someone when they're due and they're not pregnant, just fat.
• someone asks you when you're due and you're not pregnant.
• your doctor asks you if you're sexually active and you mother's in the room. 
• (Even if you aren't, this is a seriously embarrassing question. Let's just be honest, here.)
• you call someone to ask if they've seen your phone.
• you know you've seen someone before and just can't think of where... then realize you're related.
• you tell a friend an entire, detailed story and at the end remember they were there, too.
• you start to flirt with a guy and then his boyfriend walks up.

It's Friday. Behind me, my roommate is catching her mother up on all the latest gossip over the phone which I am now privy to. I think I'm going to lock myself in the media room and start cutting those shapes, now.

But first, pajamas!

love. kinsey.