Tuesday May 15, 2012

Monday March 13, 2012

Regardless of who did what to who, or who hurt who more: Break ups are the worst.

My sketch book has recently showed symptoms that I'm going through the stages of grieving. Let's walk through this together, shall we? Clearly, as you can tell, this will be the most uplifting post ever.


Stage one: Denial

I don't have an image for this one because I was busy drinking and lying.


Stage two: Anger


This is an entire page in my sketch book.

 Figure 1: "this is a blank page of despair!"

Stage three: Bargaining


I completely skipped bargaining and went straight for the next step. It's really comfortable there in the pit of fleece and scotch.


Stage four: Depression

Oh yea... Let the tears and scotch flow. The sweat pants got dusted off and lingerie got put away.

Figure 2: Faces of Sad. Smaller font reads, "Sad Kelly as 'Cathy'".

Figure 3: Crying in the laundromat is the world's worst cry.

I found this out on Sunday while washing the clothes that smelled like him. Wash on hot cycle, twice with a bucket of oxy-clean. Listening to Whitney Houston, eating chocolate, and huffing 2 week old laundry that harbors recent memories of the ex, maybe isn't the best way to keep your shit together. But, I wanted to really make sure I endured stage four. 

Stage five: Acceptance

I'm getting there. I'm glad that acceptance and depression are pretty close to each other in the grieving process. This drawing I did is a step closer to "looking on the bright side".

Again, thanks for love and support xo

Additioanlly, I promise, less depressing posts in the near future.

Tuesday February 28, 2012

It finally happened for me. I'm going to graduate school for my Ph.D in Biology. I'm still so happy. I wanted to take a moment to share with you the second installment of "Waiting".

Wednesday January 25, 2012

Wednesday January 11, 2012

Over the holidays, my boyfriend and I stayed with his parents for a few days. Here is a vignette concerning packing my suitcase appropriately from that stay.

Monday January 9, 2012

I'm currently waiting to hear back from grad schools. I applied to several programs, and I should be hearing back any day now until early March. If I were to hear my decision today, it would be considered rather early in the game to get a response for admissions.

I am a considerably rational person; however, I simply can not deal with the waiting anymore. Every scenario has played through my head over and over again. I imagine a full range of narratives from: "the Office of Admissions is building me a shrine from rubies and gold because I am such an amazing person and applicant" to the complete opposite side of the coin "the Office of Admissions is currently riding in a mile long caravan with torches to burn down my house because they are so offended by me".

Really, most of the time, it looks something like this:

A" homeless-style" burn barrel trashcan outside the graduate school for burning only my application. I imagine an elaborate stylized song and dance performed by the staff while setting fire to my personal statements, and lighting cigars with my $100 application fee.

I'd say that's the base line feeling during the application process.