officially embedded in my being:

 

gustav klimt. tonight my text book showed me "Frieze Beethoven" and i eagerly searched to share with you, but cannot find the image in full form, or even, saturated enough-- 

 

and so, consider the aching with me. and i will continue the search, i wont even attempt to compliment his work in a charming way, because my adjectives lack density and demeanor here. but one thing i do know, hes my kind of man.

potential correction to my beer statement on a previous post:

 

"She is a thing of beauty"

Although I see where the 60's aesthetic is going, and blah and etc, I don't understand who approved the word "thing" amongst a meager group of 6 words (depending on whether or not you count articles).

???

margarita's are on me!

recognized as a sherpa and awarded with nefertiti's head last night at a work dinner, the satisfying part comes here: i've now learned what it means to reward your employees. giving them humorous yet symbolic recognition creates far more loyalty than an "outstanding customer service" award. feels un-corporate. feels humane.

for the love of god,

seeing all my peers' work today, makes all of my croquis look like antagonizing-ly eager stick figures. i would show you, but won't for fear you'll agree.


tears,
arijana simultaneously inspired & depressed.

classy

in addition to embarrassing my dignity, my attempts at being a responsible young woman have failed of the teeth grinding variety.

birth control should feel as empowering as it did to the women of the 50's during its birth. on a visit for a prevention vaccine and potential inquiries on the pill, i somehow got suckered into a gonorrhea and chlamydia test. how on earth does that happen? every question asked fostered a(n) honest negative, no, i have never done anything deviant and am realizing, while fidgeting with my fingers, that i am a complete prude. of the hair raising variety.

i must admit, i am impressed with my doctor as she was quite persistent, perhaps she thought of me as a liar, with such an uneventful sexual background. perhaps she hears all kinds of life styles and cover-ups, that it is all the same to her, and so proceeds to inattentively hand over all kinds of tests without there being any sort of merit.

on some level, i can respect that. but what i cant respect, is the constant logging in and out of the damn website this foolishness has caused me ( dont misunderstand, i am not worried. but anything pending immediately causes a sort of obsessive checking, like, for example, receiving your final end of semester grades, or seeing if anyone has commented on your status update on facebook, or whether or not that damn book from amazon has shipped). i hate this.


and i want my dignity back.