’cause i like to wear chuck taylors, ’cause i like to listen to death cab, ’cause i like to listen to unknown bands, ’cause i wear a studded belt, ’cause i wear big headphones when i listen to my ipod, ’cause my photos/art crap are depressing, ’cause i go to concerts, ’cause i do weird things like sit inside a locker, ’cause i am nothing but the label, ’cause i… i’m sorry i ran out. i dislike labels.. but whatever, you run with it and go fucking make some shitastic art with it. jane.. such an emo kid… jane, avoid the asians.. jane jane jane. what do i do with you? bah humbug!

emo is such a range nowadays… but emo-tional jane? [this has been building up]

i should start locking my door more often. eh.
i have also blown my summer work money.. way out of proportion. my bank statement is depressing me. send me mail. now that always makes me happy.

405 University Pl.
Watson Hall Box 380
Syracuse, NY 13210

stalk away, bitches.

2, originally uploaded by thejane.

from last semester.. final b/w proj.

feels good to be loved.. but hard to return it.

So printmaking isn’t all that bad now… as long as I get an A. ha!

from may 2005. scanned and produced some damn overexposed negs.

so i need a “i hate syracuse” entry every now and then.
weekend is sadly over and now i have to play catch up w/ massive homeworking.. that will result into tv watching and internet browsing. i’m a great student.

death cab was wonderful. i do wish i was closer. boogie-ing in one’s seat is pretty lame but well, i had all them OC-obsessed kids with me.

sleeping in my sister’s bed is a bit weird. i miss that bitch. passed by her old building while going to the Javits Center and sorta wished she still worked there. (the photo expo sucked.. digital age.. bah!) I hope my mother goes to the travel agency soon and buy tix to Hong Kong.

why am i still enrolled in syracuse? ah!

i’m really tired of going fucking crazy every other day on small issues. tired of wishing i was in the city. tired of hoping things will get better. almost half way into sophomore year and it’s just not where i want things to be.

small things can really get me going.. building and building up

[manipulated photo]

or the color photo class.

so i had the crit from hell today. i’m over exaggerating it but it was frustrating listening to these folks try to “help” me with my family situation. I was expecting some critique on the images themselves, composition, color, etc.. not really a therapy session about how I can show my parents that I’m paranoid about disappointing them. The crit was pointless..Sure, they liked my images but they couldnt get over the preaching. Sure, I told them how I achieved two prints on one page technique.. that’s all I did. When you go crit, you feel you should get something out of it. I guess they assumed I needed help.

much needed weekend @ home awaits! hurrah!

Spark is a place where performances, video, and “contemporary” (aka pretentious?) people come together to show their shit. I have two photos up (the red carpet/gold shoes and the green grass/chuck taylors). Sure it’s an easy line on my resume but it’s all that it is. I went to the opening tonite.. and I can tell you that my mingling skills are probably non-existent. Good to see my work in a dark corner w/ 2 thumbtacks punctured into each print against a white wall. I’m really ambivalent about the situation. These Spark lovers are not my schtick.

this week is seriously pissing me off.
just suck it up, bitch.