Saturday, February 27, 2010
I'm only eighteen (nineteen in twenty-seven days, aahh!), yet I feel so much older.
I think this is a big reason why I don't get along with guys my age; they act like they're still in middle school. Actually, I take that back. I don't get along with just about anyone my age. They really do still act like kids all the time.
And sometimes, the journey sucks.
"Oh shut up. Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you're here. "
- I Wrote This For You
Photo by me.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I have so much to do and I haven't even started.
- Three research papers
- One analysis of an art work in an art museum or gallery
- Five sketches
- Drawing of draped fabric
- 25+ photos of one object with direct light, all of them must be different
- 10+ slides in a powerpoint about photography
- Make a stencil and use it.
All due next week.
In honor of the Olympics, I drew the official Olympic Sex God, Apolo Ohno.
Apolo Ohno? More like, Apolo Oh-YES.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
THIS IS WHAT MR. BEAN WOULD LOOK LIKE IF HE WERE A NA'VI.
omg This is genius. It's a group on Facebook and it's HU-LARRY-US.
PS, Look what I can do with Prismacolor pencils aka the devil!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Apology not really accepted. At all.
"sorry you wanted to live a boring life lived with safe choices, well thought out plans and the best possible decisions. sorry you wanted to never ever take giant leaps of faith, laugh without abandon or kiss so hard that you lost your breath. sorry you didn't spend your life travelling the world, seeing the most beautiful things on earth and dipping your toes in all the seas. sorry you fucked someone else on my birthday. sorry you didn't love me when you had the chance. sorry you forgot to say thank you. sorry that you waited so long. sorry you didn't see me when you had the chance, because I won't give you another. sorry you were too lame to pick up that book. sorry that you only speak one language, and it's the language of boring. sorry you didn't spin me. sorry you picked her. sorry you picked that. sorry you made all the right choices all the time. sorry you were so afraid of making a mistake that you made nothing. sorry you thought that special people made you special. sorry you sat still. sorry you wanted normal. sorry.
i only feel so much because i chose to live, so much. full, the fuck, out.
i'm not sorry."
- Keltie Colleen
Photo by me.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
You can't just walk into the room all blasé, tell me something huge and life changing and not really awesome for me at all, and expect me to be like, "Oh hay thatz a gud idear yew got thurr."
I'd like to move out before this bomb drops.
Photo by me.