Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Yesterday, I Made Salmon.

And it wasn't half bad.

For some reason, in all of the years that I have known how to cook, I have had some irrational fear of cooking fish. No matter how many times people told me it was the world's easiest thing to cook, it just seemed so impossbile to me.

But I love fish.

And when I'm living in Savannah, all I ever want is some salmon, asparagus and wild rice for dinner. But, no. I was so scared!

Finally, the other day, I was at Kroger getting ingredients for a delicious Chicken Curry that I was making and I passed the beautiful pink salmon in it's chilly shelf. And it was staring at me, laughing at me, daring me to pick it up.

So I did. I grabbed that salmon and I put it in my cart. And I felt like a boss. Super bad ass. And yeah, maybe it sat in my fridge for two days before I decided to tackle it for dinner, but I finally did last night.

This fish ain't no boss of mine.

The cast of tasty characters helping me out. Soy sauce, rice vinegar, mustard, brown sugar and garlic (that I decided to add in even though the recipe didn't call for it. I know. Crazy, right?) All of these ingredients and I are super friendly. It's just that darn salmon that looks so mean. 

So, then I mixed it all together and poured it on top.

And wrapped it up all snuggly. 

 Baked it for 12 minutes and VOILA! Pretty good, right?!

It was so easy! It took like 5 minutes to make! And so delicious! And I had leftovers!

...and then I forgot to put the tupperwear of leftovers in the fridge and found them out on the sink this morning. Boo. 

But I conquered my fear! And I'm gonna do it again soon. Look out Halibut! Look out Dover Sole! Here comes Trouble!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I also just want to say...

...that I have absolutely zero problem or slight hesitation about packing up all of my clothes, a few books, my extensive back-stock of fabric, my Bonnie Raitt cassette tape and a box of oreos into this Jeep and hitting the road. 

At this point in the evening, I have done so much fashion sketching that I kind of hate myself and anyone who has ever lived and spoken one word of anything fashion related.

I'll be back to life in a few hours. Just let me mindlessly browse Pinterest for a little bit.

By the way-- to make matters 800 times worse, I am completely out of Oreos. I mean, maybe it's because I already at two three four of them earlier this afternoon, but still... this would happen.

(I guess I did have something to complain about say today on my blog after all-- SORRY!) 

I have nothing to blog about.

For the first time in ever I cannot think of one thing to blog about. Color me boring.

But I feel that I needed to blog something on this all too typical Tuesday.

So, please enjoy these completely staged  normal pictures of Spencer and I hanging out in the kitchen.

If you're curious, and I'm sure you are, she is lunching on fruit, sausage, a large pile of scrambled eggs and orange juice. Nothing better than a little breakfast for lunch.

And if you're curious, and I'm sure you are, I am wearing a top recently purchased for $5 from a classy joint called Goodwill with jeans from H&M and socks from my Mom. Nothing better than a solid bargain outfit.

Stay classy, friends. 

Friday, February 24, 2012

Burrito Bowl or Die

Tuesdays and Thursday are some of my favorite days of the week. I have class at 8am and I get out at 10:30 and then I'm done for the day. On Tuesdays it's nice because I have all day to get work done for a usually busy Wednesday, but on Thursday, it means that I have all day to either nap or eat. My faves. And what's so great is that most of my roommates have the same T/TR schedule so we can sleep and eat in harmony together.

Yesterday was 81 and beautiful and the only thing that could have made it better was some Mexican food. Alas, Savannah has nothing positive to offer in that regard. The closest thing to a legitimate burrito with chips and salsa is the Chipotle in Jacksonville, Florida. This is no El Toro Bravo or Los Primos, I'm aware, but when a 2 and a half hour drive separates you from happiness in the form of a carnitas bowl with pinto beans, medium salsa, corn, a little sour cream and a little cheese, by George, you take that drive. 

And take that drive we did. 

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Kaitlin was confused.

Kaitlin read todays blog post earlier and was confused. So if she's confused, let me just clarify in case anyone else is confused too.

Am I happy or am I sad?

I am happy.

Apparently, the word "juggling" has negative connotations.

Got it?


I am in a state of juggle. 

That was an odd way of saying that....

I am juggling a lot. No. 

I feel like I'm juggling so much right now. 

That makes more sense. ...Juggling is such a weird word. 

You guys, I feel like it has been ages since I wrote a whole long ranting post on here about the monotonous details of my day or the extreme stress that I am feeling or maybe my irrational fears of the future. 

In a way, not talking about such familiar topics in a while leaves me feeling so disconnected from my blog/blog readers lately. But when I think about it, I guess I haven't written about any of that because I haven't been feeling any of that. Which is such a great thing. 

This has been, without a doubt, the most rigorous and busy quarter at SCAD yet, but I also feel the most comfortable and the happiest with all of my work than I ever have before. I finally feel like I've taken the leap from total self doubt and insecurity to a solid comfortability of what I should know at this level. There is still SO much that I have to learn and I still feel completely out of my league when it comes to the talent level of some of my peers, but for the first time, it doesn't scare me. And I know that it's only a matter of time before I get to be at their level. And it isn't through luck or natural skill (usually), but through hard work and the classes that I have yet to take. Duh.  

With all of that being said, in this new found confidence of myself and my completely unpredictable future, I have grown a new insecurity: Being insecure about being so secure. What? Julia, why are you such a goon? 

Sometimes I feel so used to the idea of panic and not living up to the level of my peers that now that it's going away, I am uncomfortable. 

What is there to complain about? What do I do with all of these new ideas for projects that I've never had before? Why are you so calm about your plans for this summer? Hey, by the way, where are you and your large clan of roommates going to live next year when your house gets sold? 

The answer to this and thousands of other non-answerable and mind bending questions is, of course: WHO KNOWS? WHO CARES? MOVE ON. 

Since when am I so comfortable with those answers? I don't know when it happened or if it's going to last, but for now, I am so happy with just throwing myself into the work that I do have and enjoying the fact that I am enjoying it. 
And for some reason, that's enough for me right now. 

Monday, February 20, 2012

Friday, February 17, 2012

Thursday, February 16, 2012


This is the face of a girl who has gotten over her fear of registration.
This is the face of a girl who got into all four of the classes she needed.
This is the face of a girl who is thrilled that is the weekend. A well earned weekend, at that.

This is the face of a girl who is devastated that Casey got sick and isn't coming to Savannah anymore.
This is the face of a girl who doesn't want to talk about it.
This is the face of a girl who will be eating her feelings for the next couple of days with absolutely no shame.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Oh! And this.

I love love love love this song.

Valentine's Day Playlist

Tunes about love. Some of my favorites.

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Happy Valentine's Day!!

Welp, here it is. The big V.

It's raining here in Savannah. How appropriate. BUT! I will wear my pink dress and I will put on my red lipstick. And I will celebrate the most frustrating holiday with full gusto and excitement.

Tonight, we in the Fantasy Suite are celebrating with a "Galentine's Day" with all my favorite gals-- single, unofficial, or long distanced, at least we've got each other!

By the way, you want to read something that will surely make you go "Awwww...."?

I found these pictures a couple week ago taken by photographer, Lauren Fleischman, who is working on a project called "Love Ever After" that documents couple that have been married for over 50 years. The pictures are beautiful and the stories are incredibly sweet.

I am honored to be able to be surrounded by couples in my family who have shown me what real love is and what it means to truly love someone. My mother's parents are celebrating their 60th anniversary this month, and my dad's parents were able to make it 50 years to the day before my grandpa passed away in 2000. And even my parents have clocked 27! Wowee!

Happy Valentines Day, everybody!!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Love Poem

This might be my all time favorite love poem. The last stanza is simply perfect. 

Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near

Your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose

Or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

E.E. Cummings

I know, I know. It's all mushy and sappy and gushy, but I can't help but love it. 

Sunday, February 12, 2012

It's back. And I hate it.

I've been avoiding it. I've been avoiding it big time. But when you head to Starbucks for a mid-day pick me up and the barista hands you back something resembling a cross between a regular cup, and a girl's middle school notebook, but with far more hearts and cursive writing, there is no denying that Valentine's day is here.

You guys know how I feel about Valentine's day. (If you don't, see here and here and here) And, needless to say, not much has changed in the luuurv department since last February 14th (and by "not much," I mean "nothing) but for the sake of St. Valentine, I will acknowledge, once again, my most begrudging holiday.

And, let me just say, for the record, that I will NOT apologize for my cynicism.

Let's kick this party off with a list of 5 things I would like for Valentines day, if, say, I actually had a valentine.

1. A bouquet of pink/red/orange/purple flowers. 
Yes, this is a cliche, and no, there is not a logical reason to spend money on something that is simply going to die in less than a weeks time, but flowers are the sunsets of happiness: fleeting and with every second that passes, less pretty, but also beautiful and friendly and romantic.

Except for roses. I don't want any roses in my presence unless they are on my coffin. Yeah. I went there.

2. A Nice Card
It's easy. It's cheap. And it probably means the most. Handmade is always better.

3. Something delicious.
This is obvious. And easy. There aren't a lot of foods I don't like. Except for just straight chocolate, ironically. So, don't get me a box of chocolates, but get me just about anything else.

Yep. Those are my three Valentines day recommendations. Please note that they are all completely and 100% cliche. See? It's not like I'm high maintenance or anything. I just want a little V-day loving.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

I met with my Academic Advisor yesterday...

...and I think this quote is quite appropriate for the next two and a half years of my life.

“From my experience, you can’t wait around to find what you love. You gotta work your ass off. And then you find what you love by doing piles and piles of work.”
- Kate Bingaman Burt

Fasten your seat belts. 

Thursday, February 9, 2012

7 DAYS!!!!


I feel like I have been waiting years for this weekend to come and so to try and keep from torturing myself, I promised I wouldn't do an official countdown until it was only a week away. But instead, I have just been doing a countdown to the countdown... My plan didn't really work.



PS. How perfect is it that I'll be with my lover over Valentine's weekend?

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

It's NY Fashion Week.

And although I'm technically not there "in person," per say (minor technicality), this schedule is what's going to dictate my life for the next week.

Don't you remember my sneaky sneakiness in Art History last year? Yeah. I'm serious about this.


Kicking us off was Steven Alan who, once again, designed my (and my fictional boyfriend's) perfect wardrobe.

Welcome to the Super Bowl, fashionistas.

Sophie Blackall

I love watching short (or long) documentaries of everyday people either doing something extraordinary, or just living their day to day lives. Especially when it documents what they do for a living. And especially if what they do for a living somehow involves art.

Sophie Blackall is an illustrator living in NY, known for her series inspired by Craigslist's "Missed Connections" section.

Recently she did a piece for the NY Subway system and made this short film about her and her work. I found it very inspiring and a welcome way to start off my day.

Handmade Portraits: Sophie Blackall from Etsy on Vimeo.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Remember When I was in High School?

Once upon a time, a well behaved and good intentioned girl with satisfactory grades and a witty sense of humor went to high school. Let's call her.... Pulia Jatton.

Pulia hated high school. Even in her very first class on the very first day of the very first year of high school, sitting in the fourth row of Mrs. Price's math class beside a girl with too much eyeliner on, Pulia knew that these would not be her glory years. But she went to class, got semi-involved and had an onslaught of amazing friends. Two years in, Pulia became unsatisfied with being a Sailor. With a strong hankering for a constant stream of big life changes (and the pull of a smaller learning environment) Pulia decided to take a chance and become a Wombat. 

The Wombats were a small and mighty clan with lots of secret handshakes, overly cheery sing along songs and a group of faculty with some unique quirks and interests (...ahem). Pulia still hated high school, but she loved the Wombats. Their sitcom like disfunction kept her interested and amused. Besides all of that, who's complaining when you get out of school every day at 10:45? Not Pulia. That's for sure. 

While a Wombat, Pulia remained a happy gal with a good rep to her name. She was *voted class clown (two years running, thank you very much) and Best Dressed in the yearbook and also ran and won the ASB secretary position (I mean, sure, she ran unopposed, but it still counts for something, right?). 

She stayed out of trouble, never touching the hard stuff and avoiding the dark and windy roads of recreational drugs (mainly to the credit of the A&E television show, Intervention, that terrified her enough to avoid anything in any way, shape, or form remotely addictive-- sometimes including Advil.) Besides all of her moral and religious reasons for avoiding all that shiz, there was/is a strong belief/curse in the Datton/Latton/Katton/Jatton family that if/when anyone were to do ever do something even slightly out of line, there would be outrageous ramifications. The rest of Pulia's peers could live lives of mostly harmless and cliche high school debauchery without ever getting caught of punished for their actions, but it's a known fact that whenever Pulia tried to pull of anything somewhat risky/against the rules, not only was she always caught, but there were/are typically ramifications of epic/over the top proportions. And consequences didn't sit so well with Pulia. Much like citrus, she was highly allergic to any sort of disappointment to her parents/leadership figures that it made her break out into hives of some sort. 

So she avoided trouble. 


It was a rainy day at the Wombat headquarters in the middle of Pulia's Second Semester of her Senior Year. In ANY other high school IN THE WORLD, this is a time for students, already accepted to the college of their dreams, to take the remainder of their high school career into their own hands and make decisions (like when to go to class and when to ditch, when to pay attention and when to text during class, when to finish the assigned English reading and when to Spark Notes it up) on their own. So, with only one class left to go for the day and talk of a Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles lunch run, Pulia decided it was worth rolling the dice and strategically checking outa bit early (and let me just say, that last class was, let's be honest... it didn't really matter anyway. Can I get an Amen?) Yeah, it was risky, but calculated. If this was the worst thing Pulia did in her four years of high school (and all her teen years, for that matter) it would be alright, right? What could the middle college do to a Second Semester senior with a perfect track record who was also in a leadership position anyway? Kick her out of school with 4 weeks left? I was-- I mean, Pulia was untouchable. Too big to fail. 

Or so she thought. 

To make a long story a teeny bit shorter, let's just skip the rest of the details and get the point: Pulia got caught. Caught bad. Halfway to lunch she and her cohort, Wauren Less knew their mission to leave undetected had somehow gone awry and they were forced to not only return to school, but also to class with their tails between their legs, drenched in shame and embarrassment. And instead of a detention or a slap on the wrist for their wrongdoings, Pulia and Wauren had to write one apology letter to the principle of her school, but also all of their teachers AND their parents. Come on. Pulia was not happy. But, she knew it was just part of living the life of a trouble teen. And she was willing to meet the requirements of her new life style in "The Fast Crowd." 

The other day, me, Julia Patton, was going through some of Pulia Jatton's (no relation) old high school files on her computer and stumbled upon said letter-- specifically the one to the principle. Her remorse is clear and the tone is in no way sarcastic or poking fun at the severity of the situation. Nope. Totally sincere. 

It reads:
Dear Mr. Nanney,  
I deeply apologize for leaving school today without permission. Not only do I realize the potential liability consequences my actions could have had on the school and or the valuable and irreplaceable time that I missed in class, but mainly the deceit and lies that came with leaving school early. 
As a leader in the school, I am deeply ashamed of my actions and their effect on the open and honest culture of the school. I speak from a sincere place when I say that the opinions and respect of my classmates and teachers mean the world to me and having those opinions marred or jaded in any way brings great remorse. I have brought shame onto myself and all surviving generations of my family. 
The Middle College has been such an oasis for me to learn academically and personally and although I do feel that I have grown in many ways since I have been here, it is clear that I am still learning and changing. 
I can assure you that nothing this foolish or impulsary will take place for the rest of the school year and I plan to finish out this semester as one of the best in my scholastic history. Believe me when I say that the punishment and scrutiny I have put on myself in this situation is extreme and I will continue to evaluate and grow from not only the mistakes I made today, but in my life in every area. 
Thank you so much for the opportunity for forgiveness.

So morose.

If Pulia were really a bad ass, like one of the other girls who got caught, Hherry Shamlin, she would have refused the write the letters and gotten away with telling the principle that she thought their punishment was "Bull Shit" (Yes, Hherry really said that to the principle's face) and not even gotten in trouble for it. But one act of rebellion was enough for Pulia. Her only other walk on the wild side after that was when she snuck pearls over her gown on graduation day, even when the directions explicitly stated "No Jewelry."

And that was the time Pulia Jatton was a bad kid.

Somehow this act of temporary unreliability did not do enough damage to Pulia's credibility and she managed to graduate from high school and attend college, being a productive and contributing member of society. She was lucky her stumble down the path of recklessness didn't lead to further damage. 

*Fun fact: Being class clown is a legacy similar to that of a sorority of Pulia's family. Her mother, Pinda Latton, was also class clown in her day. True story. 

Sunday, February 5, 2012

I'm a Nerd. So are you.

This Geek Chic editorial is genius and hilarious. Who says fashion has to be all sexy girls on yachts and beaches? 

More here

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Speaking of Downton Abbey...

So, my love affair with Downton has only gotten worse. Yesterday I found this video that had me cracking up.

If you're a Downton fan (I'm looking at you, Mrs. Younkman), you will understand.

If you're not... I have nothing positive to say to you.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

I'm an Artist.

In CMPA (computer class), we are learning to use Photoshop. It is confusing and illogical and very frustrating.


I am learning to make amazing stuff like this. 

I mean, I wouldn't quite consider myself a pro yet, per say, but, I mean, take one look at these pictures and I'd say that it is obvious that I'm pretty good at this.

Was it a requirement to include pictures of yourself in the pieces? No. Do I think that I'll be slightly embarrassed when I have to present these in front of the class tomorrow morning? Maybe. But, at 11:48 on a Wednesday night in Jen Library, do I think these are the funniest and most creative thing I've done so far this quarter? Absolutely. Yes.