The devious adventures

This is for the dude I love.
We were arguing about ghosts.
And so I drew it. (my legs dont actually do that)

I'm gonna do a whole series of our adventures.

Next up: us+dinosaurs.

I lost that art contest.
I know I shouldn't feel bad at all, the judge was totally biased
but some how, I feel like a bit of a failbot.

I guess that's about it.

bullet points

so
I've been trying to accomplish something
just SOMETHING to give me a little recognition
to remind myself that I am not completely worthless

so I spent the last of my dollars on submitting art pieces to some bullshit contest
too bad I'm not completely full of myself and willing to churn out piles of (while still perfectly executed) self-indulgent, meaningless crap or else maybe I'd have a good shot at winning something.
I read a few poems for a slam at school, and I keep thinking about them and about how much they sucked and how embarrassed I now am because of that.


I'm going to try to start writing and/or illustrating childrens books, hopefully with the help of Johanna, we can collaborate on something. eventually. I like kids, I want to help them, and maybe show them how beautiful the world can be, despite all the unforgiving, hard-to-comprehend stuff.

I think I got my mom to back off on all her crap now, so maybe JUST maybe I can start living my own life and not one that she insists on parenting every step of the way.

On a more metaphorical note:
It is sad, how people drift apart. I guess you should be thankful for the time you had in the past, but it is crazy how you think you're so close to a person and could never get over being apart from them one day, and then suddenly its something that just happens before you even care to notice it. But (seeing as it is thanksgiving), I suppose we should be thankful for the time our paths were crossing, for the moments we walked together, and do nothing more than hug and wave goodbye as they start getting further apart. Godspeed.

well I suppose, I should make known the person who is gracing my vagina with his presence..
okay so we don't just have sex
we also make fun of stupid people
and play video games
and eat sandwiches.
and sometimes we stand in endless 2d planes of existence with explosions and sound effects and mustaches and unicorn horns. Here is one of those times:
and I don't care if he gets me sick (or plays klax)
or that we have to pay for sushi with change because we're both too poor
because I appreciate everything about him
and because sometimes we say 'i love you'
and that's all that matters.
/gay



footnote: I apparently can only draw crappy sketches nowadays. I apparently suck ass.

and my room smells like A1 steak sauce. (It's my lube)

There is nothing more frustrating than wanting to paint but not having any ideas that are worth while.

I am pissed at myself. completely livid.
I am feeling untalented and worthless.
and despite the fact that I jacked myself up on adderall today
I still feel like punching a hole through a wall.



I'm sorry, my blog is bullshit now.

What if the world was made of pudding?

I feel that everyone needs to watch this at one point or another. Its the most wonderful thing I've seen on this expansive thing we call the internet. I want to raise my kids like this, I think everyone should. The message is so beautiful and harsh and wonderful and not to mention the animation reminds me of old cartoons which gives me a bonner. I just keep watching it over and over..

Ps. The girl who assisted in making this video is named Kristen Lepore and she is wonderful! look at her awesome creations.....they make me want to get into animation...
but i have way too many goddamn hobbies as it is.



Yesterday, my Holga died. I had left it on the roof of my car to free some hand space and I had forgotten about it. As I drove away, it plummeted to its death. It was a very sad day indeed.
(but thank *insert random god here* that it wasnt my 35mm camera which my life is dependent upon...)



R.I.P good times, holga.

(I'm gonna buy a holgaroid and a blackbird anyways >< teehee!!)
SPEAKING OF ROIDS: Polaroids return in 2010
LET US REJOICE!


I am having an in between time, right now.
I don't know if I'm really happy or still depressed. It seems like I'm really happy. It seems that way.
I also don't know what to listen to anymore. Music is all jumbled to me, I love it, but it is so distorted right now.
I don't know what keeps me at ease right now. I'm coasting, and I feel like I'm about to smack my face in a big wall. Maybe my art sucks really badly and I just don't know it because no one other than my friends and family have seen it. Maybe I'm about to fuck in some huge way. Whenever my life seems like its getting better, this huge spike of crap comes up from the ground and impales me.

I promise I'll write some more stuff that isn't whining crap soon. Or paint something. I promise.



Listening to:

Her voice make me cream in my ear pussy. And my pants one, too.

A mighty wind a blowin'!

You hear people say 'I feel like I've known her/him my whole life'
and you think, that's BULLSHIT.
But,
There are strange forces at work in this dome we live under.
Strange, wonderful forces. They poke and prod us, conducting experiments and writing down notes. Creating new equations and seeing how they add up...sometimes they don't even have solutions. But, every once in a great, fantastical while, they discover something totally astonishing.














My hands are wanderers now. They ache to create..but they also just plain ache. They have this confused, aimless look......
kinda like THIS:
yeah, fuck accuracy and thumbs. mostly thumbs.