| I'M ALIVE! and living in Denton. Man, Denton has changed a lot for me. It seems change had taken place in this city. The realization that I'm the one that changed finds me with the desire to make it up back to Portland. I'm not slandering Denton's humble ways, not at all means. I'm just stating that my run in the college chapter in my life is about to write itself to the end now. I feel it coming to a close, but a close that will be shot out like fireworks. I'm sooo stoked about this semester. This is the most busiest fucking semester of my life. My spare time will be wasted in either painting, reading, painting, some sleep, painting, some eating, painting, and painting. I'm taking 9 hours of art studos this semester. Most semester's I can only handle one. 3. I'm just amazed that I'm still gung-ho about my 20 hours. yup 20. It depresses me to think about it... but I'm sooo motivated and ready to produce some quality shit that I'm honestly proud of. My boyfriend in Portland is giving me all the motivation to finish and finish well. I mean, the subject matter of my series that spans 2 painting classes is all generated from our relationship... then after that it just snowballed into a great idea. Anyways, all I'm saying is that I'm sooo fucking excited about this series. If I'm going to do my last series, I'm going to do it right. No bull shit and cutting corners, or finish a painting in a night... no more of that. I'm going to retrain my whole entire pyche to finally accomodate the high thought envoking art that I've always wanted to produce, something that matters. DUDE, I'll keep ya'll posted on how the series is progressing. 8 foot high and and 8 foot long oils on panels. It's insane. - END. |
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| It's Jeff's Birthday.... I have no money to get him anything. Well, until Friday, but I feel like a looser boyfriend for not planning in advanced for this. Suppose to go to the beach today but I overslept. 47 hours at work this week! :-/ - END. |
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| I don't know... I pick these fights for no reason. It's petty and I don't know what I do it. We need space I think space to stretch without bumping into each other or getting an elbow lodges in the side of you stomach. |
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| AHMMMMMM! do you realize that blogging on Xanga is one of the most egocentric and narcissistic thing you can do in this world. Writing about YOURSELF to either gloat, ask for pity... pretty much broadcast your life that no one else cares about, only you.... I LOVE IT!!!! |
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