Makeup
In order to make up for the lack of posts...I've decided to redo the look, so check it out...ya'll. no more time to spend at the computer, must begin work on a new art project.
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If you're still looking for a blanket...Sweetie, Im Sorry, Im no sort of fabric
Holy Pooooooooo......Ive been waiting for some new mewithoutyou since I saw them in Pennsylvania. Please come closer!....PLEASE! Ah....the 2 new songs on purevolume blow me away. Its different but it sounds less produced and more like they do live...atleast the vocals. Can't wait for the rest of the album. Oh yea...slept til 1...it was grand, got a package in the mail. I ordered some Elipse Guides for drawing.
*deep breath in*
This week has done everything but kill me. Between 2 tests, 4 essays, and 2 art projects mixed in with actual time spent in class and a full schedule at work...Im dead. Im looking forward to a day of relaxation, and hope to spend a good majority of the time in bed. Im so fed up with the Philosophy of Art class I am taking. I just disagree with every other comment coming out of the professors mouth. Who are you to tell me what good art is, your favorite work of art is not the best in the world and I am not uneducated for disagreeing with you. Saved my mom from the killer demon spider she managed to catch with a cup in the kitchen sink....she was flipping out, it was quite entertaining. Last night it only took me until 6 to finish my essay...hooray for 4 hours of sleep. please stop the government from passing a law that will stop anyone from recording off the television... including tivo, replaytv, vcr, and dvd-recorder...head over to www.savebetamax,com to find out more. Yea... Circuit City gets a well diserved remodel, I only hope they don't make it any worse than it is now...that would be quite difficult. The new firefox browser by mozilla is really nice, service pack 2 sucks...gotta get em both. get the new firefox at www.thescreensavers.com/firefox Im always a fan of free alternatives to Microsoft that are obviously a greater product. As part of my classes I met Terry Izumi, a 3d animator, artist, sculptur, graphic designer, director, and martial art teacher. The man is awesome....if you've never heard of him...you could check out small films like Jurrassic Park, Star Wars, Shrek, or head to Disney Land and see his design in the theme park rides and motels. Genious and such a humble man. very interesting to talk to. He just released an independent film, completely cgi, blockbuster should have it...its called Aero-Troopers. I'll leave you all with that update....here's a writing
There is an art in mastering
The execution of a sober appearance
When youre drunk on the beauty of a burning sky
and a setting sun.
A persistent reminder that tomorrow is. another day.
And as unhappy and upset as you can pretend to be
As many wars rage on in your corridor mind
As many buildings crumble
As the city you grew to love is reduced to a rotting gun shot wound
She can still smile every night
The sweet kiss goodnight
That cradles and passes us to sleep
Or calls the nocturnal for another shadow fest.
Its in my state of ecstasy that my heart stops beating for myself
And attacks the wall between
My mind
Wanders through the labyrinth of philosophy and which opposites attract
and I can make all the coffee cups and neon open signs into angels
that keep me company and teach me to love, and to burn, and to believe, and to dream,
and to observe the setting sun
and to possess the things I can never have
*opening lines were influenced by an away message by Dave...you own!
There is an art in mastering
The execution of a sober appearance
When youre drunk on the beauty of a burning sky
and a setting sun.
A persistent reminder that tomorrow is. another day.
And as unhappy and upset as you can pretend to be
As many wars rage on in your corridor mind
As many buildings crumble
As the city you grew to love is reduced to a rotting gun shot wound
She can still smile every night
The sweet kiss goodnight
That cradles and passes us to sleep
Or calls the nocturnal for another shadow fest.
Its in my state of ecstasy that my heart stops beating for myself
And attacks the wall between
My mind
Wanders through the labyrinth of philosophy and which opposites attract
and I can make all the coffee cups and neon open signs into angels
that keep me company and teach me to love, and to burn, and to believe, and to dream,
and to observe the setting sun
and to possess the things I can never have
*opening lines were influenced by an away message by Dave...you own!
nothing good ever happens around here
So I got my Nikon D70...thanks mom and dad...and birthday/early christmas presents. Had it for 6 hours and Id already taken 250 pictures...a few turned out ok. I still don't know how to use it....Ive got a novel to read on how it works. So anyways...Im playing with my camera and I hear what seems like a massive amount of sirens passing my house...(it is pouring down rain....and I do mean POURING) so I decide to walk the dog...because thats what everyone does when they realize its raining...and I see that all the sirens have stopped on the road that intersects the road my house is on...I live on a corner...so I wander to the edge and look down and the whole street is blocked off and filled with 5 sheriffs, 2 fire trucks, and 3 fire department suvs...so i HAD to test my camera out...DUH!....which was kinda tricky being in the rain and all...and a brand new....way too delicate camera...the sheriff wasn't too happy about me being there with a camera...so I took off around the school building that appeared to be where they were stopped...finally got around just in time to see the fire trucks pulling away. SO disappointed...only fun thing about it was the neighbor that flipped out and started cussing out every person who drove through his driveway to get through the blocked intersection... so I finished my walk home in the rain...to the realization of only one thing...my shorts are see-thru when wet...hooray for "fun" boxers. I'll post the photos I like in a later post...
Its a girl
Yea...its my birthday...and why do people keep asking if I feel 21. Hooray for getting carded at dinner...Long Island Ice Tea....my mom wanted to get me drunk. so for my birthday I got a Seiko watch...its absolutely amazing...a kitten I've named Tiger Lily...and possibly either money for or the whole amount for a Nikon D70 digital SLR camera... it was a good day...and I have scratch marks all over to prove it....
"meuw" she said...as she crawled up my back and plopped in my lap
"meuw" she said...as she crawled up my back and plopped in my lap
someplace on the edge of town...
Here's a little automatic writing I did in class today...it was done in Adobe Illustrator and the text began on the outside and just spiraled around to the center...I just started entering text until I reached the center...turned out ok I suppose. 10 more minutes till Im 21...guess Im looking forward to my birthday....and if any of you are just generous enough to buy me a present...I want a Nikon D70...thanks...and now On WITH THE SHOW
this is when you
won't remember who you are
but can't forget where you've been.
like a twisted psycho-analysis of being bought on the black market
and traded to the average joe for a bucket of water
and a fish sandwich.
To get away from anything that might already be considered dangerous
and to define your own message as pointless and well delivered.
You!
ARE NOT!
What you pretend to be....
You are not what you pretend to be.
you are not what you pretend...
you pretend...
not what you pretend...
to be is what you are not pretending...
you are pretending to be what you are not...
you are not....
you are not....
you are not.....
you are not what you pretend to be.
And this really will make all the difference in the world...
you are not what you pretend to be....
you are NOT...
NOT WHAT YOU PRETEND TO BE...
pretend to be what you are not....
you're just pretending...
you...
just pretending...
to be what you are not...
please stop
this is when you
won't remember who you are
but can't forget where you've been.
like a twisted psycho-analysis of being bought on the black market
and traded to the average joe for a bucket of water
and a fish sandwich.
To get away from anything that might already be considered dangerous
and to define your own message as pointless and well delivered.
You!
ARE NOT!
What you pretend to be....
You are not what you pretend to be.
you are not what you pretend...
you pretend...
not what you pretend...
to be is what you are not pretending...
you are pretending to be what you are not...
you are not....
you are not....
you are not.....
you are not what you pretend to be.
And this really will make all the difference in the world...
you are not what you pretend to be....
you are NOT...
NOT WHAT YOU PRETEND TO BE...
pretend to be what you are not....
you're just pretending...
you...
just pretending...
to be what you are not...
please stop
such a long time....and nothing interesting happens
I always seem more tired in the morning than at night...It doesn't help when the telephone rings all morning. I suppose I needed to get out of bed anyway. Class begins in an hour, one of my illustrations are due. (see pics) I can't believe how busy this weekend seemed, but in hindsight I don't feel like I did anything. I did watch 4 movies, hooray for rainy nights and extra money in my pocket. I saw The Girl Next Door, Godsend, Seeing Other People, and Taking Lives. The Girl Next Door was pretty decent, Elisha Cuthbert is hot. Godsend was a big disappointment...meh. Seeing Other People never went anywhere (sundance award winners don't always mean its good) Taking Lives was actually pretty good, somewhat predictable, some parts I didn't want to happen the way they did, but overall I was entertained.
for todays class (pen and ink)
older work (pen and ink)
another older piece (charcoal)
Yet another (conte crayon)
for todays class (pen and ink)
older work (pen and ink)
another older piece (charcoal)
Yet another (conte crayon)
You remind me of a song I used to love
my arms hurt from hugs and waves goodbye
I can hear summer running away in the sounds of the crickets...I suppose I can't hold it against her, I don't plan to stay around here forever. I sure am going to miss sleeping in, but spending that last hour in bed awake, but asleep enough to stay dreaming. The most wonderful dreams that change from reality tv shows, to highschool, to summer camp, to work, to the zoo, the city, the fireworks, the thunderstorms...and I can just lay there. Its in that dream state that the phone could ring, the alarm go off, someone yelling to "get up" just goes drifting out the open window. With the ending of summer, brings the return of the drummer and the band will start playing again...I need the therapy.
I'll leave this post off with www.amitymusic.net
Amor Vincit Omnia
Were walking and talking till the sunrise
(The skies turn gold)
I made it through the day what a surprise
Cause Im dying inside without you
Its 45 seconds until nightfall
40 and a half since I heard your voice
Ive had no choice my hope sinking washed away like the tide
Raindrops drip like tears fall from her eyes
(where to go)
When everyone around you wears a disguise
I swear nothing seems as real as you
Its 45 seconds until nightfall
40 and a half since I heard your voice
Ive had no choice my hope sinking washed away like the tide
New directions seem much better than old
(Folds around and it watch you drowning in a sea of anger
Dig this dagger deeper
Pull this out slow so we can finally just let this all go)
Well learn from this example
(I typed out the lyrics from listening to the music, may not be 100%...I don't care)
I'll leave this post off with www.amitymusic.net
Amor Vincit Omnia
Were walking and talking till the sunrise
(The skies turn gold)
I made it through the day what a surprise
Cause Im dying inside without you
Its 45 seconds until nightfall
40 and a half since I heard your voice
Ive had no choice my hope sinking washed away like the tide
Raindrops drip like tears fall from her eyes
(where to go)
When everyone around you wears a disguise
I swear nothing seems as real as you
Its 45 seconds until nightfall
40 and a half since I heard your voice
Ive had no choice my hope sinking washed away like the tide
New directions seem much better than old
(Folds around and it watch you drowning in a sea of anger
Dig this dagger deeper
Pull this out slow so we can finally just let this all go)
Well learn from this example
(I typed out the lyrics from listening to the music, may not be 100%...I don't care)
(no subject)
Emo! You're very in touch with your emotions and
that's what I like about you! It's all about
the music for you... I have pity for your
tortured soul...you're just like me...
What genre of rock are you?
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Pirates of the Caribbean!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Which Band Member Would You Be?
this quiz was made by Erin @ Bored Now
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded
and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things
as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better
than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity.
You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.
Bah...I hope that indie one isn't true...snob? pah....