i got a bit of inspiration tonight. it was the shot of nyquil i think and a picture of a smoking boy i used to hang out with. i started trying to draw this boy and i realized that a year ago when i was at the art center i would have done an awesome job. i suck.
i need to get back into my art. at least a little bit.
i got my nails shaved down so i could start playing guitar again BY THE WAY
i remember when i was a little girl and my grandma would have something new for me to do every day of the summer that would encourage my creative juices to keep a'flowin. i remember learning how to sew and making my own clay tea sets. i think the clay was my favorite. i remember getting older and teaching the younger kids in the neighborhood every day of the summer a new craft.
i was never told not to play with my food and drawing/painting on my bedroom walls was never discouraged either.
i wish i were more awesome.
i want pottery back in my world and finger paint. i want to tie-dye in my back yard and make a million collages of baby whales and state maps. who needs a state map.
i wanna play.

watch and learn

watch this movie that a friend of mine by the name of alex germanotta made.
death
yep. its about death for real. you have to watch through it and see the little boys creative way in which he would like to die. it involves legs turning into fire logs and brains exploding. alex is a very talented creature. check out that shiii.

how dare they not be a couple anymore...


and why did a pony-tail wearing asshole with a lebret piercing ever have to come into my life and become my single most disliked creature that i have met in all my 22 years?