Quote from a previous blog about my avatar pic:
The experience of unveiling this for critique was a little unsettling. I didn't expect people to have much of an opinion on the subject, since nobody in class was transgendered or queer as far as I knew. And I had no idea if the propaganda and my own beliefs would be confused as the same. Anyway there it is. Technically mediocre, but fun to make nonetheless. I can't remember the exact dimension. Something like... 18x12in? Hmmm.
I guess it starts again.
I'm double majoring in Art History and Painting. I find it's harder, for me, than premed. The image is a drawing I worked on my first semester of school. Medium is charcoal. That was some fine paper... wish I could afford drawing on it exclusively. It felt like cotton. I started working on it at midnight. I find myself more relaxed the sleepier I am. No inhibitions. If anybody can tell me why I'm unproductive while I'm fully awake, I'm willing listen.
Anyway, I'm now i
And since I don't get politics, I won't talk about politics. It's just a reason to sound stupid.
I'm sitting in the Business computing commons waiting for the proctor approval. It's been fifteen minutes and my patience is dwindling. I don't know how many more times the damn browser will refresh itself before I lose my patience and throw the monitor at the girl in front of me, who's most likely checking her myspace or facebook, as most people are doing right now.
A rhetorical question: Why do w
So, I was all ready to write a long and angsty blog about not having a place to put my poetry at and losing important people in my life... but then I read Jason's blog and it made it better.
Some news: My sister left the country, my parents are whiny, and real life is relatively simple at the moment. Can't exactly say that about my internet life, but life goes on.
Oww Oww Owwwwww!
My arms hurt a lot. Well, not the entire arm, just the back of it, right next to my elbow. One of my good friends asked me to go to the gym with him yesterday, and I agreed. On the way there I kind of also agreed to do weight training thrice a week with him. I hurt so frickin' bad.
I told him I had weak arms, since I've never really done any weight training... so he told me to get on the floor as he did so. He showed me how to do pushups and exercises with stretch bands; he sa
I just finished my sixth Essay in the past three weeks, and am about to start writing my biology report and working on my presentation about nest desertion amongst the Greater Flamingo. I was actually going to research gay flamingos, but I couldn't use sources outside of the academic journal off of the school site (stupid rules). It's ok though, I'll just slip something in about gay flamingos during the presentation, since my very attractive and sweet TA seemed a little too interested when I was
I do realize that the second one is virtually irrelevant, but I still enjoy reading a great work every once in a while, or writing a chapter of the many stories that are widely unfinished in my "novels" folder.
Life is ok. This past year I've acted like both a child and an adult, and it seems that only acting like a child has given me results that I would expect adult behavior to produce (though I'm very ashamed of acting like a child). Some adult behavior has given forth delicious fruit, but
Seeing as I foolishly decided to have a 32-ounce frappuccino from QuikTrip, I am now unable to sleep. This, of course, means that tomorrow morning, at exactly 10:40, I will enter my Advanced Chemistry class looking like a sleep-deprived, slightly well-dressed hobo. I really hope that cute guy decides not to go to class tomorrow :shrug:.
My life has been a bit chaotic these past two weeks. I am once again drowning in tons of hw, but I guess I sort of enjoy it. Drowning in familiar waters is much
You close your eyes inadvertently and immediately see a fat, brown woman with her mouth unnaturally wide-open, and hear here singing opera.
I believe that I need to start sleeping regular hours...
I was thinking of posting a couple of poems on my blog... but I haven't written any *shrug*
*can't remember writing this *shrugx2**
Funny how a damn sequence can tell you so much about yourself. Too bad most of us already know this.
I'm at a point in my life in which I simply feel the need to 'achieve'. There are so many things to 'achieve', but so little time, and diminishing resources. Money is not on my side, either. I was born into a low-income family, and now I don't even have their emotional support to carry me through-- I guess I should've been straight.
But, today brought a VERY pleasant surp
So about two days ago, my manager asked me if I could come in and take care of the floor displays, make them look all pretty and stuff. Of course, before I said anything I thought to myself 'do I have anything exciting to do New Year's Day?', and the answer was naturally 'no'. Well, I didn't count in the possibility of being exhausted from working 10 days in a row.
This morning I woke up with a giant uvula. I don't know why or how this happened. My best guess is that I slept with my mouth open
I'm not very good at introductions.
I'm a very troubled person with many secrets.
When it comes to communicating with others [self-communication is possible when you're so emotionally unstable, if you're wondering], I am either a minimalist or the opposite.
I like to run in the rain, and I quite enjoy the occasional and ill-intended splash of cars.
I like to take sick days when I'm completely healthy and the weather outside is great. I grab charcoal, watercolors, and their