Hello Kitty

I’m part Asian. I’m a girl. I’m an Asian Girl. As par for the course, I like Hello Kitty. I don’t even know when I first saw Hello Kitty, but I remember my oldest pair of pajamas had an iron on appliqué of HK. When I was younger, no one around me new what HK was. And I didn’t really have all that much HK stuff. My interest in HK flagged a bit as I grew up, I started liking Pochacco and Badtz Maru more, but still I got a Build-A-Bear Hello Kitty from my boyfriend for one Christmas.

Anyway, my older sister on the other hand started liking HK more. And she’s by no means a fanatic, but just more into it than me. In a way, her liking HK made me start to dislike it. My other reason for changing comes from this next memory.

I remember seeing the blue HK, in a blocky 3-D with angel wings. I thought it was blasphemous. I remember saying, this is not HK. I didn’t think the words at the time, but I knew that this was the start of something really bad. And oh how it was. Boston isn’t bad at all in terms of HK, she isn’t as pervasive here as other cities, but still, my sister has H K seat covers, a steering wheel cover, and even wears HK scrubs to work, she’s a nurse. And she isn’t that bad at all, she likes HK in a safely cute way. But, this, this is bad.

I am very sorry.

Bare Minerals Commercial

All the crappy commercials are on after 2 A.M. and I can’t sleep.

The poorly acted, voice overed, cheap setting, all the low budget ones that can’t get better time slots.

One of them is for the make-up brand Bare Minerals, made by Bare Escentuals.

Their ending slogan was “Natural, Beautiful, Airbrushed.”

Airbrushed and natural? Since when is airbrushed natural? Because of course everyone can walk around constantly having their image retouched in the eyes of every single person around them.

Paint, or lack thereof

So, remember that I helped spackle and sand the art gallery I work at.

That day we were unable to paint it because the woman got the wrong color paint, and so we were going to do it Friday at 10 A.M.

Friday it was snowing from before my 9A.M. chem class. After class I grabbed a quick bite and hauled ass to get to the art gallery at 10.

No one was there. The door was unlocked and I go in, and it’s done. I was like…gee thanks for letting me know, there’s a reason I gave my cell phone number on the forms after I got the job, on top of the fact I’ve emailed my supervisor quite often before.

I was ripped, if I had known it was already done, then breakfast would’ve been much more enjoyable. After which I could’ve just gone back to my room, nope instead I’m at the library. I didn’t have anything to do, and granted I could’ve gone back to my room, but if I did, I probably wouldn’t have gone to class, because the snow was nasty, and I wouldn’t want to venture back to the otherside of campus when I was already in my dorm.

So I hung around the library with nothing to do for an hour. Extremely boring. And, just in case they were just taking a break, I wanted to stay near the gallery, for awhile anyway. They never came back.

It was a waste of an hour, usually I have a book with me, but since I was basically thinking I’d have three classes without getting back to my room there was no room in my bag for a book, and when I’m in the middle of one book, starting another is kinda pointless.

It just overall sucked.

Student Tours

I’m a senior, but going to graduate in December.

Emmanuel’s incoming class, each year since 2001, has been the biggest enrolling class. Each year in the spring the student tours begin.

Emails get sent out asking who wants to give tours, or at least for specific departments. And it makes me want to hurl.

They have to make the school sound like the best place in the whole goddamn world.

I pass by the parents, tired and not sure. Kids who are bored, they want to go home, they’ve heard the same lines at how many schools before. They just want to get to college, and don’t care too much for the middling details.

Every group that passes by, I went to tell them how the cafeteria is too crowded all the time, but thats the least of the problems. Classes are hard to get into, and the cross-registration that gets played up all the time is more of a hassle. Dorm vandalisation is rampant.

But okay, fine, these things happen everywhere.

But then Emmanuel is obviously a small school, with a central campus.  With the construction campus feels even smaller and cramped. This college feels like high school, even if you don’t know everyone’s name, you recognize just about every face.

The first impression is all that people care about, and you get cornered, typecast in a way.  This school is cliquey like hell, and I just can’t wait to get out of here, even if I’m not prepared for a job, it’s better than staying here.

Spackle

I work at the art gallery on the second floor of the Cardinal Cushing Library at Emmanuel.

It closed yesterday for renovations. Meaning it needs a new coat of paint. Two of the art staff members were going to paint it. Since I wasn’t getting any hours for this week, I volunteered to help.

Spackle sucks.

Before you can paint you need to make sure there are no holes and that the wall is smooth. Well, it’s a damn art gallery, there are holes every damn where. There were three of us, only two spackling, the third person was gathering other stuff that would be needed, power sander, ladder, more rollers etc. I only spent about 45 minutes or so spackling, but it felt like forever. I only got one wall done, the other person got the other two walls done. The fourth wall is all windows, so that won’t be getting spackled or painted.

She is a feminist if I ever saw one. There’s nothing wrong with feminism, it’s not like I’m conservative or anything, I’m just not a wicked liberal femi-nazi. She isn’t that extreme, but maybe not too far off.

That made for very awkward conversation. It didn’t help with the mindlessness of spackling.

I just had a wall full of holes, the exhibit that was just up on that wall was basically 100 or iPhone shaped mosaics. It was a square of plaster resembling an iPhone, and then tiny tiles on them to be like pixels, to create the image of a person. The artist, Megumi Natioh, was trying to convey the anonymity of pictures taken by cellphone, but took faces off of youtube. Filling up 100 tiny nail size holes sucks.

Then when I was done, since the first fifty or so were dry, got to sand it all down to make it smooth. It was a lovely time I can tell you. I’m just glad the wall already sucked. This art gallery isn’t that great, the student workers who monitor it get paid by work study money, the gallery is free to go into. The walls have probably never been replastered or re-drywalled or whatever they are made of, but it’s pretty flimsy. The walls just keep getting spackled and painted over year after year.

So the only consolation I had was that it did’t have to look too smooth.

We’re going to paint it Friday, because the feminist ended up with the wrong paint.