super azn chick
Asian || Art student || Awkward || Anti-social || Absent-minded My straight A's in high school. :D -Lillian
my boyfriend’s roommates’ dog!
he likes to lick and chew things
especially fingers apparently
If you guys ever forget someone’s name, set up a situation so that they would spell it out. Examples:
“I actually don’t know if I have your number in my phone, lemme check. How do you spell your name again?”
“I don’t think I’ve added you on Facebook. How do you spell your name?”
That way they don’t get all butthurt if you flat out say “derp who are you again lol.” If they’re not important enough for you to get down their number or add on Facebook, then you can generally get away with conversing with them w/o using their actual name. This works like a charm for me every time. Unless their name is like Sam or something. In which case I end up looking like an idiot.
welcome to my art blog on hiatus! just a general update:
I am currently working on oil paintings for my class, as well as doing some doodly illustrations that I hope to produced to a more finished state before posting.
thank you guys for your patience and bearing with me through the trials of college! <3 <3 <3
oh yes, this is a very good question! thank you for asking nonnie :)
redeeming qualities of UCLA:
bad qualities of UCLA(’s art program):
I hope this has cleared things up a little! in all honesty I am strongly considering taking spring quarter off. it’ll give me a 2-month break during the school year, which at first made me a little uncomfortable to consider it because I am a type of person that likes to keep busy, but I am thinking that it’ll be better than staying. but what makes me reluctant to leave is that UCLA is like a very warm, and comfortable womb. I am afraid to leave this comfortable place where I have a secure neighborhood, a place within my group of peers, and enough food to feed me for the rest of my life pretty much.
perhaps it’s time for me to take that scary step out of my comfort zone? I’ve spent the last 18 years of my life in an academic hierarchy that seems to have trouble wearing off, but I’m slowly coming in terms with the fact that I’ll have to break out of it sooner or later if I want to pursue a career in the arts, which in itself is pretty much a lifestyle of its own.
so if you guys don’t hear from me, then assume things are going well :D
lately it’s been such a weird week. no ipod, no laptop charger, no cellphone, starting to catch a fever, got a few consecutive bad days at work, and haven’t even begun my paper that’s due less than a week from today.
also I should explain one thing about me, which is that I am many times embarrassed to, and often despise, asking others for help. but because of the build-up of all these minor inconveniences, I’ve been forced to have more interaction than I’ll admit to want.
in other news, I’ve decided that I utterly despise the artistic program I’m in. not the school itself (UCLA is uber fantastically great, ten thousand stars), but each day in these so called art classes makes me want to cleave my eyes out with a blunted lemon-juice saturated spork rather than endure it. quite frankly I can’t stand another quarter. I feel that I’m wasting precious money and time staying here.
all this might not seem like a huge deal to most, but for an introvert like me who tends to keep things held in, it’s actually becoming a little difficult to function basic actions of the day. translation: I’ve completed the metamorphosis from a regularly-exercising and hard-working student to a lazybug procrastinator that’d rather stay in bed doing nothing all day.
small notes of encouragement will be greatly appreciated, but not demanded. I most likely won’t respond since that’s what I usually tend to do when I am prompted to communicate with fellow human beings, but if writing kind and uplifting messages to strangers on their bad day is the kind of thing that you like doing for fun, by all means :)
[end of artist’s log, stardate 05032013]
randall’s story is going to be tragic as fuck
I’m already crying.
HOLY SHIT, GUYS. I just realised… the reason why Randall’s always squinting evilly like that is because… he can’t see well without his glasses. He probably got bullied and stopped wearing them— he probably bumps into shit all the time.
why would u do this this is not ok
someone please show me human versions, he’d be sexy as fuck
some days are like opening up a brand new box of chocolates
then getting disappointed when you find out that there’s nothing in there and you’ve been completely ripped off so all you can do is lie there and think about what it would have been like to taste those delicious chocolates but it’s no use because you will now forever be a chocolate-less loser with an empty box of chocolates and there’s nothing you can do about it