"Hey, wanna do some drugs?"
"Nah, man, my mom made lemonade."


College.

The coolest thing happened!
I read a music blog, youaintnopicasso.com, and I really enjoy it. They had a contest for a $50 threadless.com gift certificate and the Animals with Eyepatches shirt. And I won, with my heartwarming tale of finding a 1994 Kingston tricentennial shirt in the Salvation Army for fifty cents! Awesome possum. I'm really excited, I never win anything, and I've been needing new t-shirts. A lot of mine have bleach stains. Yeah!

Tonight I saw Nick & Nora's Infinite Playlist.
I really enjoyed it, despite myself.
I just wonder how long Michael Cera will be able to go by playing himself?
Or I wonder if he's just typecast all the time?

I completely turned my room inside out, which, in its prior state, means I cleaned the fuck out of it. Yeah, I said it. I cleaned the fuck out of my room, and it was awesome.

I'm going to do a series of angry santas over the next couple of months
I want to submit them to ellO for a holiday show
but I fear I shall become too attached to them

my friend Ben, who suggested "up your chimney", looked at these and just laughed. and then he turned to the workroom wall and leaned his forehead against it and laughed. That's exactly what I wanted it to do, and it was nice because it was such a sincere laugh. I love it when art makes people laugh, because it's refreshing in comparison to all the stuff I see from my classmates that are so ~personal~ and ~cathartic~. I know a piece of work can have a sense of humor, but it's even nicer, I think, when it actually makes the viewer giggle.
that's why I love brandon bird so much
he really influenced me this summer
i wish I could make it to california to see his solo show in August
awofrqfjo;fijq3o;gijo;qigj that would be soooo cool

saw st. vinent at the mfa
fo' free
and it was amazing amazing
mount eerie tomorrow
yes yes yes

Hi guys.
It's been a while!

I'm at art school and I'm lonely.
But not always!
It's been getting better.

Tomorrow I have to figure out how to get to the Middle East in Caimbridge at 8 for a Sunset Rubdown show, when a lecture ends at 8. Butttt I believe Bear Hands is opening for them, so I'll probably just miss Bear Hands and hopefully make all of Sunset Rubdown's set.
And earlier in the day, I need to find a class at 8am that I dont know where it's happening, but I can't find out from registrar because that office opens at 9 and I need to do this and switch into it because it's my first choice with spots open (!!!!) and I dont want to do relief printing. There's a cute kid in that class. That's it, though.
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STRESSFUL DAY.
Sooo excited for Sunset Rubdown.
I'm going by my onesies.
But it'll still be really enjoyable!

edit: the worst day ever turned into the best day ever!! I got into life drawing and it was awesommmeee and the teacher is like "you brought skills to the class" and I'm like "yeah :D" AND THEN I went to buy my ticket at the middle east box office and I'm like "one plz" and I notice a paper that say doors are at 9 which is awesome because that means I dont have to book it to caimbridge!
AND IT'S PLEASANTLY SUNNY OUT!
I'M GONNA GO EAT!
WHAT A GOOD-ASS DAY!

A note to the whole internet:

Even if you put aside the issue of whether or not a recast would be disrespectful, and even if you assume he would be able to match the performance, Johnny Depp will still not ever replace Heath Ledger as the Joker. It is a dumb idea, and it is a dumb idea because it would be bad marketing. Johnny Depp is a huge name, and he would overshadow Christian Bale. And Christian Bale is, um, Batman. Johnny Depp does not have to be cast in every goddamn movie, despite what some may think. We all know how that like of thinking turned out this past Christmas. So stop that. Shoo.

Tomorrow during the day, I am going to try and track down The Killing Joke.
Unlikely, but I'm gonna try.

There's a man who is trying to get a job at McDonald's that nobody wants to hire, because he's already a pain in the ass as a customer. He comes in about once or twice a week, and he orders a plain two-hamburger meal, cut into quarters. He's come in from drive-thru before, so I've seen him move and use his hands, and I don't think he's handicapped. It's just really unnecessary. We're not your mum cutting the crust off your pb&j sandwich! I am, every time, tempted to just give him his hamburgers and a set of plastic cutlery. Or, they want to hire him and put him in grill to give him a taste of his own medicine (unlikely).

James Jean put up a set of files from one of his covers of Fables with all the layers intact, and I'm super psyched to get a look at the techniques he uses.

Going to see Batman on Satuday. SO EXCITED.
And I'm gonna go see Gogol Bordello in August!

I think I am going to scratch my plan of glassblowing and take an animation course for my studio elective. what's the worst that could happen? it seems like fun. it seems like that kind of tedium might be kind of therapeutic, unless I forgot a deadline and had to animate two minutes in 24 hours (EPIC HILARITY ENSUES). I'll figure something out.

Tomorrow's my day off. Finally. I worked all from last Wednesday to Today and I am pooped! I'm so tired of idiot customers. I've only been there a year, but a short timespan doesn't make the job any less miserable. It was miserable the day I started. It'll be miserable when I quit. It's miserable for people who have been here a month, for a year, and for two years plus.

"This is Baman."
"Hi Baman, I'm Piderman."
"Hi. Wanna watch a movie?"
"Okay. My boots are all sticky."
"That's okay."

Question for my friends list:
good ways to get to know new people?

I think this is going to become my art journal, with snips of life sometimes.
I've started making post cards out of magazines and old sketchbooks. I think it'll be a fun summer project. something to keep my hands busy without any pressure.
just something fun.
these are being sent out on monday, but if anybody wants one, they can sent me their address to its.danielle.tremblay@gmail.com. I'll make one special for you.

( seven )

I like the new Sigur Ros album.

I'm not very good at digital art, but I really like the blocky look you can achieve in illustrator (or photoshop, with the pen tool, I guess). My brother likes to make noise and yell and make fun of metal, so this is for his music project, The Damned Saints.

We had a half-Christmas garage show on Tuesday! It went swell. I got to see a lot of people that I don't normally talk to, and we had decorations and cookies and it was so much fun. I think next time, though, we need to put up signs that tell people, explicitly, that it's a dry event. Because a couple people had beer in the yard, and that annoyed me, because my parents were very gracious to let us have this. What's worse is that it was someone who knew it was supposed to be dry, I had expected then to honor that.

Boo.
But other than that, summer's going great!
I'm working a lot lately, which is The Balls, but I'll be making a lot of money?
I organized my art space in the basement!
Yes!

I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow and I don't know what I want.

I don't know how I feel about Wolf Parade's newest. I feel like a tool because I bought an LP instead of a CD. I really like it, but it doesn't always sound cohesive. Kissing the Beehive is a good old-fashioned panicky yelping epic rock song, though.

I made a fun little slide show-y type thing for my friend's band. I got the idea from the Washington rap, and I don't have the equipment to animate (Windows Movie Maker, gross), so it was a nice charming alternative. It's here.

At MassArt, I'm gonna have a single room with two suitemates.
Best rooming situation ever.

I have three days of classes left.
Things are nearly back to normal. And I've started doing things! Like, actually doing things. Like sitting down and doing things. Like projects I've been planning for ages. And cleaning out all my papers, and finishing work, and keeping my artistic promises. Now I just need to stop being such a butthole and clean my damn room; my light box is still sitting in my chair! And I've been hanging out with people I haven't been, and it's so nice and so refreshing and it's great. I'm so glad. I'm in such a good place right now.

This past Wednesday was my last lesson with Susan Kneeland in the history of Forever.
She gave me a brown sketchbook, because she knows I like to work on brown cardboard.
I was disappointed, though, because there's this girl that has her lesson after me, named Meredith; and anytime she doesn't come, her brother comes in her stead. He goes to a Catholic school and he's a year younger than me and really idiotically tall. I was going to ask him to dinner, but Meredith came through the door instead, and I don't want to go on a date with an eighth grade girl.
Boo.

I'll scan some drawings and post them because I'm really pumped about colored pencils.
God I can't wait to start art school.
That's all I can seem to talk about right now.
What I'm doing with art and how stoked I am for art schoolm.
(And David Marino. HA.)

Also also! I saw Saw IV. I really like the Saw series as a whole I like that it makes me squirm. It doesn't scare me, it just makes me uncomfortable.
I was pleasantly surprised to hear X Japan during the credits.
I will always love Toshi's voice, forever.

Yesterday, I went to MassArt for Accepted Students Day.
It was lovely and I love that school.
I want to graduate and have the summer be over. I just want to go to college.
I'm so excited to go to this school.

I also got my graduation gift yesterday, because it was cheap at the MassArt store, and because the people there convinced us that, yes, as an illustration major, a Mac is a good idea.

I do really productive things with it.

( the culmination of my Macbook Pro )

want school now.

I haven't written in this for a while!

So:
I turned eighteen. I bought a scratch card and I didn't win anything.
I'm in Godspell and I'm singing Day By Day. Still can't ever follow music ever.
It's almost over and I'm a little bit relieved.
I like the musical. I just don't know if I like being in the musical.

I'm assembling an elite set-design team for the night of one-acts.
I will probably be doing a lot of the set designing.
My team will probably help more with construction. Booyah achieved.

I'm going to buy Czyzowski, the man responsible for relieving a series of my set design stresses, a cake. It will say something in Polish, because he's a really tall Polish-American man who taught in Poland and speaks some Polish and goes to the Polish store to buy Polish snacks that I can't pronounce, much less spell. He has very nice hair, and impersonating him outlandishly is a running joke in my school's drama club. Because he's worth it. He's very funny and I enjoy him being at my school.

I'm going to go see Eddie Izzard.
Boom shaka laka boom.

I have started to unlike the weekend because that means I have to stay away from my school's clay studio, and it makes me very sad. I have two slab bowls with hand-building I'm working on and I'm very very into getting them done. I want ceramics to become a hobby. I'm scared that it'll turn into more than a hobby though and I'll go insane and blow five grand on a kiln and then I'll just turn into Chris Moran's mother and be broke and just make weird bowls all day. And I haven't even learned how to throw yet.

I never sleep anymore.
I've been drawing a lot of silly things.
My brother found my Christmas gift.
I'm getting it tomorrow and I'm excited.
Andy Mack is still a huge joke.

My eyes hurt.
See you next month!

This weekend was choice! Went to see Kyle's band with my brother, and the six of us slept on hardwood floors and looked homeless. The music and times, they were fantastic. Two hours of sleep makes Dunkin Donuts taste so much better.

I don't like the way this week is going so far,though. This is a problem, and it should be rectified. But Godspell is taking up so much god damn time, and then I have work. Otherwise, I just feeling like blobbing around the house, instead of being logical and doing something to make myself feel more useful. I've noticed that I talk an awful lot about doing certain things, but rarely carry out with them. Like, projects for myself. Series. Portraits. Awesome organization for my art area. Just, things that never come to fruition.

That having been said, I want to be Gustav Klimt when I grow up.
Ha.

In about a month I'll have officially grown up, legally, and I won't be able to say that anymore. I don't have much time to get my shit together and become Gustav Klimt, the female astronaut-painter-therapist-violin-playing-wealthy-socialite.

At least I can buy scratch tickets then?

Remember that blank I did a couple weeks ago of a very perturbed old man?
Finally had a reason to use it!! I should make more blanks for last-minute flyer requests. It was super convenient to have that lying around.

( THERE'S A KIND OF A BIG PICTURE IN HERE )

I'm going, but I haven't decided how I feel about it yet.
Fun, hopefully. I just feel like shit cause I'm sick-ish and gross.

(I got that crap for the senior class done. fucking never again.)

Goddamnit.

I got out of work tonight, la dee da dee dum. Get to my car. What ho! My phone beeped! Someone called me? What's this silliness? I listen to the voice mail. Now, I love Craig Eldridge. He's just a really nice kid all-around, and I don't blame him for this, because he alone is not the entirety of the Winter Carnival planning committe jamboree club society thing. But I wanted to kill him, because he was asking me if I could do a t-shirt design for the senior class Winter Carnival.

When does he need it?
Tomorrow.
Awesome.

And because I am a fucking retard, I told him I would do it. And when I give him the USB drive with the design, at 600dpi, I will tell him how crappy this was of the planning committee to spring this on me. If they told me three days ago, it'd be all good in the hood, because I did fuck all on Saturday. I could've made pancakes and hammered that fucker out in no time. But I have the unfortunate time constraint of other-than-drawing classes, and the deadline of "this afternoon, after school".
And every goddamn person on that committee should know better than to tell me "we don't need anything good", because if they didn't need a good design, they could have just done it themselves instead of asking me to take time out of my own fucking classes to do them a favor. They know better. They KNOW better. Because asking me to draw them something, as the class Girl Who Draws, there's is a tacked-on expectancy of being done well. It's like a silent H. You can't hear it, but fuck me if it's not still there.

I know I'm not a real illustrator, so I almost have no room to complain. But I do think money would be an added incentive. Not even just money. Flowers. A cake. Hugs and high fives, even. But this isn't about being unprofessional, or paying me really shitty. What the class council did is just rude. It's rude. Just plain old rude. And I am actually insulted that they would expect me to bend over backwards to try and finish this for them when I have better shit to do, for a grade rather than kicks.

Being rude is worse than being unprofessional.
They should have just made their own damn t-shirts.

I have learned how to use the pen tool, sorta.


drawn with a local band in mind.
I'm going to explode, I think.

The polls are in, and the rumors are true.
Danielle is going to college! Whee!

The New Hampshire Institute of Art accepted me, and offered me a $750/yr scholarship. Now I'm just waiting on MassArt, which is my love and my life.
Oh please let them love me.

But NHIA is still the tits and a half.
College! Fuck yeah!

Also, I guess the Westboro Baptist Church is going to protest Heath Ledger's funeral? Because he played a gay cowboy? It's a good thing everyone knows they're nuts anyways. I just wish they were decent human beings, and let people mourn in peace, without all this hootnanny and hooplah.

Well, the Batman movies are gonna be incredible either way.
It's just a shame he won't be here to see how much everyone loves him.