* Saturday, June 28, 2003 *  
EPOCA
Si desaparecio'
en mi aparecera'
creyeron que murio'
pero renacera'
Llovio', paro', llovio'
y un chico adivino'
oi'mos una voz, y desde un tango
rumor de pagnuelo blanco
No eran buenas esas e'pocas
malos eran esos aires
fue hace veinticinco agnos
y vos existi'as
No eran buenas esas e'pocas
malos eran esos aires
fue hace veinticinco agnos
y vos existi'as, sin existir todavi'a
Si desaparecio'
en mi aparecera'
creyeron que murio' y aqui' se nace,
aqui' la vida renace
No eran buenas esas e'pocas
malos eran esos aires
fue hace veintinco agnos
y vos existi'as
No eran buenas esas e'pocas
malos eran esos aires
fue hace veinticinco agnos
y vos existi'as, sin existir todavi'a

UNA MUSICA BRUTAL
Descubrimos vos y yo
en el triste carnaval
una mu'sica brutal
melodi'as de dolor
Despertamos vos y yo
y en el lento divagar
una mu'sica brutal
encendio' nuestra pasio'n
Dame tu calor
be'bete mi amor

Las dos canciones son de The Gotan Project.

De Cara A La Pared
Llorando
De cara a la pared
Se apaga la ciudad
Llorando
y no hay mas
Muero quizas
a donde estas?
Sognando
De cara a la pared
Se quema la ciudad
Sognando
Sin respirar
Te quiero amar
Te quiero amar
Rezando
De cara a la pared
Se hunde la ciudad
Rezando
Santa Maria
Santa Maria
Santa Maria

posted by Andy* | 6:48 PM

* Tuesday, June 24, 2003 *  
I love how these kitties always express exactly how I feel. Kind of creepy in a cute sort of way.

So I just got out of my first art class. The instructor reminds me of an elementary-school friend I still keep in touch with, it's really funny. They're both below-average height, very athletic and tan, they both speak in little voices and are artsy-looking. They even have similar eyes. Their face structure is different, though, and their eye color and hair color is different, so at least it's not really weird.

Class started at 1:10 and usually lets out at 4:30, but since today was the first day of class we got out at 1:30. Then pretty much all of Art 121 (there are about 25 or 30 people in the class) went to the U-Bookstore to get our supplies. I think I was one of the first to trickle in, though, so when I recognized someone I introduced myself and the two of us scoured the store for supplies. Later, we ran into a third and the three of us finished up our lists. It was very helpful getting second opinions on what exactly the instructor meant when she said such-and-such. She (the instructor) told us that our supplies would probably cost anywhere from $75-$125, but I finished off my list at $55. I'm so proud of myself. I got all the cheapy stuff. For example, there were lots of cardboard portfolios. They were the nice, durable, handy kinds which are tan and have nifty cloth straps by which you can tote your artwork. Of course, they had run out of the size I needed, which ran at $11.60. Next to the neat stacks of tan portfolios were the white, heavy-duty, ugly portfolios which have a hole for a handle. These run at $7.50. So I got the big white one. It works, though. The only problem is that while carrying my stuff back to the dorms (while talking to my mom on the cell phone) I had to switch hands. So I put the big white portfolio down and *plop* it opens in the middle of the sidewalk. Nothing fell out, the front just fell open. So I had to scramble to get the front back to the upright position.

So, I'm off to Steven's Pantry to buy duct tape to tape my portfolio together. I'm going to have the prettiest in the classroom.

^These are strange-looking hands, so I printed them out and hung them on my door

^This is one of my favorites; I put "Cuarto de Andrea" in the semi-blank space using PaintShopPro and hung this on my door, too

^I like horses and this is a nice study

^I have NO idea what this is supposed to be, but after looking at it closely, it almost seems like the dimensions are wrong; assuming that the two front-circle gears are on the same plane (which I suppose they would have to be in order to carry out their function efficiently, and indeed they seem to be represented as such), the sticks attaching them to the back part of the maching must be parallel to one another, but in the back part of the machine, the stick on the right seems to be raised up. Can anyone give me insight on this? Anyway, I can't figure out how the gears would be turning, either, so I'm probably not looking at this the correct way.

^Famous helicopter picture, with cool backwards handwriting
posted by Andy* | 4:14 PM

* Monday, June 23, 2003 *  
Today is the end of my first day of classes, and the forst day of cooking for myself. Both have turned out to be very pleasureable experiences. Today I only had one class, however; therefore, because I only got a small sample of what my quarter will be like I can't make any predictions. I will be able to make an attempt after Wednesday, when I will have had all my classes and, hopefully (time willing), I will also have tried my hand at the Physics homework.

So I went to my 8:30 Physics lecture. Not too bad. The professor is very young, and laid-back, so I hope that will contribute to the phenomenal grade I plan to recieve. After that, I had work from 10am-5pm with a half hour lunch break. It was such a long day I had to take a nap afterwards, so it ended up to be an hour long. The day flew by. Since I only really did two things today, it doesn't feel like it should be so late.

Also, I wasted some time by printing out art by Leonard da Vinci which I will promptly situate on the entranceway to my room. (I get long-winded when I don't want to do homework. I also hunt the web for useless stuff, such as art by Leonardo da Vinci.) I'm going to have the best darn door decoration in the apartment.
posted by Andy* | 10:24 PM