last night

these are like harry potter pictures

star rats

a boy and his rats

hell is other people

something is happening to me where i am no longer willing to live with other people. i used to feel the most fulfilled in the company of others and empty when left to my own devices. but the crowdedness of new york city is real and it didn't take long to feel bone-weary of it. i hate feeling like there are always other people underfoot, standing in my way, squeezing me from the sides, listening to my conversations, staring at me, panhandling, being fucking insane. it's not charming and it's not romantic. at the end of every long day i come home to my new-york-sized room in my apartment filled with new-york-style tension stemming from idiosyncratic roommates, omnipresent and increasingly confrontational. 

my birthday photo

stars in my crown

what i listen to when i'm not listening to american

thank you presidents

thank you presidents, for this day off from class and opportunity to do homework. this morning i met with my printing code teacher in a coffee shop in williamsburg for office hours, since school is closed. he is danish and  it turns out that we lived at the same intersection at the same time when i lived in copenhagen. amazing.

i am trying my damndest to come up with an abstract sketch that uses color to illustrate my personality. so far these are the two i've come up with. i think i'm more the one on the left.

this week i am going to try to drink water. i've realized that the only beverages i ever drink are coffee and wine.

ostrich snuggle

cutest rothy

i was walking to the L train after school today with rothy. it was cold, in the 30s, and we had our hands jammed in our overcoat pockets. rothy turned to me and asked, when you have your hands in your pockets, do you get the urge to make fists holding everything in your pockets? i said no and she pulled her hands out of her pockets, which were clenched around fistfuls of knicknaps crap and trash.

poetry slam

on this past trip to texas, i took 82 pictures of golden retrievers in 3 days. not counting the photos on my phone.

texas with cam

we r all dogs

i've just realized that this exactly the type of thing my mom would get super pissed off about me doing, especially in view of other people

sharp and wet

some sharp and wet shapes i generated.

more info here: http://stu.itp.nyu.edu/~vjc258/valeriejeanblog/?p=822 

it is so fucking early. i haven't been up before 6am in a long time. but i'd do it to experience the miracle of flight.

tonight i'm sleeping with a dog named austin. he makes whiney noises in bed. new york by way of new jersey tomorrow.

cutie bagels

CUTEST BAGELS EEVR

chinoiserie day

this morning i was riding in a limo when i realized my leg was covered in tiny tiny spiders. i was clutching a large branch of rosemary that, unbeknownst to me, was covered in tiny tiny spiders. i rolled down the window and let them crawl on my fingers and shook them out the window and then tossed the branch out.

last night my mom's texan cousins picked me up and we had italian food and then they insisted on taking me to a bar even though they don't drink. i had a beer and they had root beer.

tonight bagel's great-aunt's ex-husband was the most entertaining man at the dinner table. he is an eight-year-old old-school dallas texan with a thick thick drawl who talked about the time he caught a five-and-a-half-foot catfish, being out of the house and supporting himself at age fifteen, and about different ethnicities moving in to dallas and making different kinds of foods that he's never seen before and ... "yeah ... I like it!" He called bagel's brother-in-law "a fine specimen" and asked if there was a brain to go with that physique.

bread kneading woman

i drew this bread kneading woman. you would see that she is kneading bread if i knew how to draw that.

ahoy houston

I've just landed in Houston. The air here is moist. I hear there will be between 3 and 30 inches of snow in NYC this weekend.

sigh cooking

mistook 2 cups of cooked rice for 2 cups of rice prior to cooking ... have enough bland fried rice to feed a small nation of people without tastebuds

shuiniu

two don't-hold-me-to-these claims:

1. i'd like to move to hawaii at some point in my life

2. i'd like a tattoo of a wading chinese water buffalo - a shuiniu

my label maker

i've spent the last couple of hours struggling/failing to learn how to use Unity, so i took a break to show off my new old label maker instead. this is the beginning of occasional mundane one-take videos.

unity

argo tea

i have just purchased something very strange. an iced teappuccino. it's red tea with vanilla syrup and probably half and half. it tastes like maybe i shouldn't have bought it.

champion

strawberry box cake for breakfast!

bottles

i am trying to think of a good way to repurpose the countless beer and wine bottles that our apartment goes through. thoughts?

bumbling robomaid

Evan
roomba ate your sock
then had an error and shutdown

1:06 AM

me 

BUMBLING ROBO-MAID

12:39 AM 

Evan

treacherous gf
leaving socks out is like leaving chocolate on the ground when you have dogs

12:40 AM

me 

is my sock okay
ps
i watched the superbowl


Evan
who won


me

the 49ers


Evan
are you sure


me
yes
like 90%


Evan
ok
you know the goal is to score the most points


me
yes
heloOOO i went to USC

1:10 AM

Evan
well, i think the ravens won


me

really?
i was under the impression that "we" won
and i believe that "We" were the 49ers
but ... all those chicken wings in my face may have blocked my view

1:12 AM

Evan
yea
the 49ers lost
i did not watch it
but i know that much
you may as well have watched the puppies

loch lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh! Ye'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

'Twas then that we parted, In yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where, in purple hue, The highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

The wee birdies sing, And the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters sleeping.
But the broken heart it kens, Nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their greeting.

stylin

this week a guy told me he liked my hat and another said he liked my pants. the men in this city are so fashion forward.

i didn't get the memo

all the girls at school came back from winter break with bleached hair and bright lipstick.

i knew you were trouble

it's three am, i just left my phone in a cab, and trouble has put his paw in my mac n cheese. twice. wtf.