Emily

So we have this new teacher at my school, actually a Professor. Her name is Emily and she's teaching Portrait class.

Emily: "I've had this thing lately where I've been collecting little tiny dolls and dinosours and animals, and I've been making all these cupcakes, where I put the figures on top of them, the people all bloody and being eaten by the dinosours and animals."

Emily: "I have a whole draw full of those little model cars."

Emily: "Me and my boyfriend where sitting on the sofa watching Tv one night and I was knitting, and then when I was bored with that I started popping the heads off of barbie dolls, cutting their hair off and stringing them onto yarn to make necklaces for my friends."

Emily: "My boyfriend used to watch a lot of wrestling, and there was this one off the beaten path character who used to walk around talking to a model head wig stand, you know, a foam head. It really creeped me out, so I have a weird relationship with them now."

Emily: "I'm always sitting around clipping pictures of peoples eyes, faces and heads and bodies or whatever out of magazines. Then I paste them all together to make this weird mess person and take its pictures doing different things."

"I collect tin foil"
"I collect fake flowers"
"...I collect a lot of things."

I look around the classroom, and no one has the look on their face that I do.

I think we've got a weird little Klepto on our hands. I like her.

Philosophy

By the way, for the next couple of months I'll be randomly writing a paragraph or so on the subject of Philosophy, Art, Craft and Science. Back off, it's education.

Anyway, this is my first post on the subject matter and all I can really think to write is that I don't quite understand the whole human need to categorize everything. It's like this pull we all have to label everything, have everything go into its own little box so that we can, what? Better understand it? Ourselves? Whatever. Isn't the whole label and categorize the opposite of most artist's mentality? I suppose thats a categorization or a label, saying 'most artists'.

The point is, is I just don't quite get it. Yet. It's like the human case of OCD.

This is my fourth blog. Hopefully this one won't be deleted.

So I've had this ongoing thing for like.. over five years... where I recount things that people say that I overhear, or conversations that I have with people that I post on the internet later. It's not a stalkers blog, its more of an obsevation blog. Cause people say silly things. Particularly people such as my mother, best friend Sarah or Jeremy (Jem).

This is really, quite literally my fourth blog. It's my first time actually creating one on my own account- so hopefully this one won't be deleted.

Ok. So. Let's recount some old posts as an example of some of the things I write about.

Matt, my stepfather, has a rather common habit of talking to the pets, like our cat Abby. One morning while playing on the computer I overhear him arguing with her.

Matt: "Hey Abby."
Cat: "Meow."
"Hey girl."
"Meow"
"I'm not gonna feed you right now, ok?"
"Meow"
"In a little bit, ok?"
"Meow"
"No, Abby."
"Meow"
"No, Abby."
"Meow"
"Not right now!"

ok, or?

Jem: "You know that guy who created Girls Gone Wild? He's so rich now, he has his own island!"
Sarah: "So? I have boobs."
Jem: "So? He has an island!"
Sarah: "And I have boobs."
Jem: "But you don't understand! You don't have an island. He has his own is-"
Sarah: "No! You don't understand!"
Jem: "But-"
Sarah: "Nope! You can't."
Jem: "Bu-"
Sarah: "You can't understand, Jeremy. You have neither boobs nor an island!"
Jem: "Augh.."