Tuesday, December 30, 2008

It's because I still stay up all night. Still.

Dear Patrick,
Most of the time I just post photos from my cellphone because I'm lazy.

Sometimes I get hooked on the internet and finding new artists and following their links to more new artists and following their links and on and on til my eyes fall out and my brain is plain oatmeal. With a few raisins.

Today I scanned in some of my photos from my color class this semester. They are bad quality and a little bit strange because my scanner is mediocre and they originally came from film. But I'm posting them anyway so that I get over my fears already. This is part of my mini series that I took of the windows of the little shop where I volunteer. The first is taken with a holga, the rest with my 35mm.
Long live film,

Friday, December 19, 2008

Merry Christmas from our family to yours.

Dear Patrick,
This is my art family.
Ashlee (scares easily), MacKay (we're practically married), Matt (my BFF), Whit (doesn't like it when your trains lay down), Capital G (my godkitten), Katie (horses, horses, horses, and pie), Brandt (commonly known as "Big Brother"), Darci (only a child), Nicole (adopted. She's half Asian), and me (wearing pants just for the picture).

Like what you see? There are MANY more at openfaced.blogspot.com.
AdrienneHe forgot to check our passes that night.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

It's because the only thing worse than Christmas music is country Christmas music.

Dear Patrick,
Sometimes when I have nothing to do, I do absolutely nothing. Sometimes when I have a billion things to do, I seem to find time to do a billion things plus an extra ten more things. Explanation? I don't know. I don't get it either. Last week I had so so so much to do that I got 18 hours of sleep total. This week, I sleep 18 hours a night and I have watched more tv than in the rest of the semester combined times 12. Laziest person alive? Yes, I am. Thank you.

So. I got an early Christmas present yesterday from one of my favorite ladies in my ward. I don't know how she found this book but I love her more for it. Don't you just love punctuation?I would marry the author if she weren't old and a woman. I bet she shares my outrage for all the Christmas cards from the Anderson's or the Johnson's. Do we need another apostrophe lesson? Your family is more than one Peterson so that makes you the Petersons, not the Peterson's because that doesn't make any sense. Try again next year.

I'm out of school and out of that hell-hole that was my apartment. Yes, sadly I wont have any more raw chicken left out on my counter or snotty notes left for me on the whiteboard. I've washed the squalor off of my dishes and I'm moving on to smaller and more colorful walls. But I am sad that this marks the end of living with my wife, Candace. I don't know how I'm going to survive the next couple years without her. She is the only one who makes sure that I eat things other than Swedish Fish. Maybe she'll get tired of New Zealand and being an adult and move back to Logan where she belongs. Cross your fingers for me.

Blabbed enough. Going to bed.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

It's because I got 45 minutes of sleep last night. That's why I look the way I do, ok?

Dear Patrick,
Today I found the Pho-Ho-Hotobooth. Best invention ever. Observe:

I think I'm the cutest with the headwrap. What do you think?

Merry Christmas,

Monday, December 1, 2008

It's because sleep isn't in my schedule.

Dear Patrick,
My days are numbered.

"Adrienne, you stupid girl, you have much too much to do. Why are you blogging?"
I really don't know.

But I need to tell you about some very important things in my life.

A. Christmas is officially here. How do I know? This:
Can't tell what that is? Here is a close up:

I love Christmas. This ugly thing brings Christmas to our family. And then it sucks out our souls, of course. Let me explain. Once upon a time, my father and my uncle, Steve, made hideous elves to decorate malls at Christmas time. We still have some of them. This is one of the tamer ones. And because they are made of everything horrible and evil, we secretly pass them around four houses at Christmas time, hoping to scare the pee out of as many people as possible. One of my favorite times was when someone put a knife in the hand of the elf and hung it in my cousin's closet, ready to stab. We really get into the true spirit of Christmas.

B. My art family started a blog. Most of my family is graduating sometime this year and we wanted a way to keep in contact. We plan on putting current projects and all sorts of madness on it. It is already brilliant. The address is openfaced.blogspot.com. Yes. We love ourselves.

C. Welcome to finals week. This is my printmaking drawer. No room for projects, hello.

That is all.