la by andy

Here are the some of the photos Andy took while he was here in LA - there's stuff from the house, from LACMA and from downtown. 

I'm seriously thinking about starting a fashion blog, like a legitimate this is what I wore narcissistic blog. It'd be on a different blog but very similar layout and I'd have to be very committed to it, like try and post minimum once a week to start. I wouldn't be able to do just outfit posts, it would still have to have a sort of design-y feel to it and be kinda funny, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take myself seriously. I'm realllllly thinking about it and I might start it this summer. I'm thinking I'd do it on both tumblr and blogspot (like post one of the photos on tumblr) and they'd be under the same "angelebaby" name (probably angelebabes) but yeah, these are all thoughts I'm having and I really actually want to do it. My flight for London is Thursday at 11:10 am. I might try and shoot one outfit beforehand and see what I can do with it.

what happens when i study in the library

Now just as a warning, this post may not be that interesting to you all, but it's been the biggest part of my day, especially since from now to Friday my days consist of finance and CAPM and weak form/ semi-strong/strong economies and bonds and put and call options and blah blah blah.

But I sat down in a crappy spot in my favorite room in the library today and noticed that this guy had just left. I hopped up and grabbed my computer to take his place at the same time this girl waved to her boyfriend and pointed to the seat I had just pulled out. I lolled and set my computer down and grabbed the rest of my stuff and was like hey sorry I don't care. Then the girl gets up and over to her boyfriend, pretty sure begging him to move and she does this weird hopping up and down thing and he obliges and sits in between me and her - the only foot wide space in the entire room. There really wasn't any space for his massive size, the size that tries to trick you into thinking he's buff but has actually gone to seed. A N Y W AY. About 2 minutes after he squeezes his way in, she leans over and says something to him and they switched spots. 

They switched spots so she sat next to me instead of him sitting next to me! And then! Get this! The person on the other side of him leaves after about 40 minutes so she gets up again and sits on the other side, as if sitting next to me was the worst thing on earth. And then! Get this! They leave not 3 minutes after another elaborate switcheroo. 

It might be conceited of me to think it's all because I chose to take my rightful spot instead of letting mr. fake bulky man sit next to ms. flouncy hair but I don't care. It was a spectacle. A really great piece of drama that happened today that I really felt the need to write about.

this piece is titled really + yellow skin + freckles

The first photo was at the art school. The second was a selfie before I went into confession. My skin looked very yellow and you can see the freckles on my lips, which I liked. Then I hop skipped my way to the church. I'll upload the video later. I must do some accounting. Am very tired.

art school breakdown

Art school classes at USC are always such a trip for me. I can do business courses because I know exactly what I need to do for them and I know that I do not like them so there are no confused feelings. Art school courses on the other hand, are nothing but confused feelings. I can feel like total shit during them or feel like I am the next world artist or I can finally, finally decide I hate them (and feel really guilty because I'm supposed to love these things) or I get really inspired and have big ideas of quitting school and doing whatever I want or I just get weird. And this Online Experimentation or whatever course is high on the making me weird scale. I don't know what it is about it - maybe I really like what the professor is saying / showing us and I just don't register that emotion since the rest of my classes get no response other than 'ugh' from me. It's weird and very exhausting - like I am putting myself through this up and down turmoil for 3 hours twice a week where I can go from having a billion irrelevant ideas to feeling totally empty and like lol because half the stuff we're shown makes no sense and doesn't seem to contribute in any way other than making me very confused about what I want to do and what I like.

this past week in snaps

I'm doing it! I have an iPhone and I always thought that once I get it I'll be posting much more often and I am. The iPhone is just so easy and nice and convenient because whenever I go anywhere now I just want to snap snap snap it up. So here's a few photos from the past week, less outfit more places.

No friends on my art break anymore - B and I are never coordinated and I am too lazy to make an effort right now with anyone else. Also look at how pretty the art school is.

Isa and I went to Ping Tung on Melrose. The bok choy was great, pork buns overwhelmingly sweet and service awful. 

And two nice little things on our walk back to the car. 

perry rubenstein - art or people watching ??

I received an email from my Internet Studio professor saying he, along with other people who have popped up in our syllabus, has work up in a gallery in Hollywood and we should definitely come. So of course I hopped on that opportunity, mainly because I wanted to score good points with him. Isabelle & I got dressed, drive over, park and enter and I see him within 10 minutes but I was too awkward to do anything other than bounce around and say hi and scurry away. Ha ha ha. Points.

So first there was this. Like a carpet cone where loads of tacos and burritos and odd shapes were projected on it? Jesus. I don't get it & don't ask me to get it. All I wanted to do was lay against the carpet cone and look up but there were no signs as to whether the art was supposed to be interactive. I think it should have been; I'd have been all up in the arts.

We spent the majority of the time people watching & trying to understand the pieces. We didn't so we made stuff up and analyzed everyone's outfits. The last one - the guy with the lint roller - is my professor's work. Maybe he'll explain later? Also, directly below - obsessed with that girl's hair and pants + shoes combo. Very nice. A lot of people tried too hard, which is standard considering it was weird art in a gallery in Hollywood. 

1-900-142-babe

Classes this morning didn't start until 10am (bless. And the course is finished March 8th. And it's accounting. So only 8 weeks of this torture!) so the other Isabelle and I went to Celaya for breakfast. And on our way we saw the sun peeking through the clouds. It was very pretty and almost fake, especially since it was contained to that little area. Totally clear at Celaya!

Then I went to class, got a seat this time, thank you, and came home. Put some music on the speakers, sat on the porch and lotioned up these babies. I felt like world was (almost) in order.

After I indulged in that little funfest of me pretending to be a boy (I should have kept the box the shoes came in. Honestly, pray for the poor little piece of dirt that thinks it's aight to land on these shoes), we went to Ralph's to buy cleaning supplies and food and spent a solid 10 minutes trying to find the best deodorant (conclusion: why are there no gel ones for women? Women are only offered the gross wet ones.)

Also I borrowed Mama B's bag and I couldn't figure out which photo I looked less goofy in, so I chose both.

And while Isabelle was preparing lunch, I took some house photos. These are all from the view of the couch because I haven't left that for the past 2 or 3 hours.

And lunch with New Girl (and Modern Family....and Sex and the City).

We ate a sweet potato and a lot of mochi after this. And I went through craving chocolate to oreos to bubble tea in a series of two seconds.