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Name: La Nina
  New Jersey

I'm a Jersey girl without the big hair or the accent (well, most of the time anyway), but with all of the bad driving and the penchant for weekly manicures.
Oh, and I'm an interior design student. That's how all of the weird terminology comes into play.

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
AQUEOUS- Pertaining to water; an aqueous solution is a water solution. (from the Glossary)

I certainly never thought I'd ever see the likes of Aquanet again.

Admit it, ladies. You've seen this before.

Back in high school, there wasn't a proper Jersey Girl who didn't own four cans of the stuff. Seattle music hadn't quite yet made its way East Coast, and nearly every woman's heart in the Garden State (save for mine, oddly enough) still held a soft spot for Jon Bon Jovi. Which is a long way of saying that big hair was still in back then.

Yes, I'm old. But I still get carded. A lot. There, I feel better.

There were two types of big hair at the time: the If-Farrah-Fawcett-jammed-a-fork-into-an-electric-socket look or the Deanna Troi (aka "gather up the front of your hair, push forward, and seal with a barette"). Though I'm pretty sure that it's not just Jersey that's getting this shout out. Check out memory lane:

No amusing caption needed here.

I tended to vacillate between the two, though the former tended to be unsuccessful since my hair is woefully fine. My solution for that was replacing the word "hair" with "bangs" in the charming expression "The higher the hair, the closer to God." Pretty picture there.

I'd say that someday I'll put up my senior yearbook photo up here to illustrate my point, but you'd so know that I was lying, so I won't.

So what does my venture into early 90's Jersey hair have to do with anything? Well, apparently this sh*t seals charcoal onto paper. That makes me feel so much better about the grunge/goth semi-tree-hugging, pseudo-hippie persona I took on somewhere around the time that "Smells Like Teen Spirit" came out. Oh, well. Too late now.

So my drawing teacher was trying to tell us in her lovely South African lilt the methods in which we could preserve our drawings (not that mine are anywhere near worth saving yet), and was trying to come up with the name of the least expensive method. "It's for your hair -- really strong," she said, gesticulating wildly. "Oh, Aquanet," I replied, as though anybody that hadn't heard of it was ridiculously behind the times. Seven women from Boston looked at me like I was speaking Swahili, but I was right. So yeah. Jersey Girl triumphs again.

(The obvious bad joke at this moment would mention something about my roots showing. I'm adult enought to admit that I'm in need of a hair appointment, but that's neither here nor there.)

After that, I headed straight to CVS to get me some of that Aquanet lovliness. But don't think that I'll be putting that stuff in my hair again. I'm a sophisticated woman now. But oh, the volume I get when I spray it on with my head tipped upside down...

Um, excuse me for a bit. I need to struggle with my inner adolescent right now.

    posted by La Nina @ 8:08 PM   4 Comments

Friday, July 15, 2005

RETURN - The piece of an L-shaped desk that is perpendicular to the main desk unit, which provides extra working or computer space. (from the Glossary)

So I've been absent for a while. Sorry. (I'm just as much apologizing to myself for slacking as I am to you, perhaps moreso.)

A lot's happened since that piece about the boxes in May. ("Duh!" The masses cry.) I'm now a Jersey Girl in Boston taking four art studio classes a week in preparation to start my interior design masters degree in the Fall. My man and I have found an apartment in a two family house in the Boston suburbs and are preparing for an August 1st move-in. (You can read all about the painting process we've gone through here.)

I currently live in a dorm and I hate everything about it, from the noise to the crowds to the 18 year-olds with no manners. I am old. I still get carded frequently but I am most definitely old. I knew it for certain when I called security on those little brats for waking me up at one in the morning.

In the dormitory, the lava lamp becomes objet d'art.

Re: the four art studio classes, I take back everything I've ever said prior to now about being busy and stressed. I had NO FLIPPING IDEA what either of those terms even meant before now. The last six weeks have proved to be one of the hardest challenges I've ever lived through. The homework is tremendous. Most nights I get about 4 hours of sleep, particularly when I first started. I am constantly covered in either paint, clay, charcoal, or sawdust and my weekly manicures are a thing of the past. Okay, so they are now bimonthly manicures. Wanna make something of it?

I now work with clay lots, but I still don't work with Patrick Swayze. Big bummer there.

I feel though, that this "hardest challenge" is of the type that reaps the biggest reward. I've met seven really nice, very talented and extremely hardworking women with whom I share my classes. I've got three great teachers from whom I've learned a lot. I've experienced improvement in my artwork like you wouldn't believe. And I've actually got a full portfolio! No wait, two portfolios! Certainly couldn't say that two months ago.

So now I'm back. I'm not going to write every day like I used to. My style may change. That's all groovy though. Change is good. I'm just glad I get to live through changes like this.

    posted by La Nina @ 9:57 AM   6 Comments