|Tuesday, January 29th, 2013|
here's what i think about the world: fuck it.
|Sunday, July 15th, 2012|
my love is gone for a fortnight and now i have nobody to share this thought with: ugh, humans.
turns out the dog just doesn't get it.
|Thursday, June 7th, 2012|
"but that's bullshit."
"well that's just the way it works."
"you can't do anything about it."
|Monday, March 26th, 2012|
today i tried to catch one of these. they are fast. faster than me. i did not catch any. some people caught me on my knees trying to sneak up on one. i went back into the school and overheard kids talking about turds in public restrooms, what vegans do/don't eat as perceived by fast-food connoisseurs, and why raisinettes are good though raisins are not. i prefer the company of beetles. and i'm just fine with that - though i wish my life were conducive to that. i've got the best person i've ever known, so what the fuck do i need anybody else for? leave me alone and let me look at bugs while alyssa tells me what clade they're in.
i'm such a goddamn bore - how am i more interesting than most everybody else?
|Monday, February 27th, 2012|
*oh man, great!
|Monday, February 13th, 2012|
|self-improvement in art.
hello livejournal aka maybe my girlfriend to whom i have surely already explained everything i am about to write
i have been thinking a lot about self-improvement and healthier eating (well not specifically for better health but that's a plus to eating roots and twigs and daily bananas) and saving the world (ok) lately and i have to turn in a pencil sketch for a class tomorrow and i had no ideas what to draw and also a few free hours so i grabbed a sketchbook and remembered that my drawing ability is severely lacking and i need to eventually change that so why not starting now?
between scribbling out a silly yardscape and the sacred burger of jesus
and wet t-shirt contest mermaid i decided to do something somehow productive.
i don't know much about self-improvement but i hear that in terms of bettering oneself in terms of something measurable, it's good to keep a record of your progress. makes sense.
so, i'd need something i could draw multiple times and in different ways to actually track things - and i guess every jerk-off in art school has to draw self-portraits as often as i've had to hear when to use fucking commas
- so i'm going to start a self-portrait diary. i'm self-obsessed enough, so why not?
if i keep up with it, i'll post updates here when they sporadically come into existence. if i don't keep up with it, i'm a sad, predictable, balding putz.
so here's 2/13:
obviously i need lots of work in lots of areas. that's fair for the first one, right?
i've been thinking about vegetables and fruit a lot lately since i'm working produce in a grocery store (fuck). i've also been thinking a lot about social injustice, but those ideas are less developed. also it's easier to depict a carrot than it is to depict the way day laborers are treated. ya know? ???
also, my name tag is missing an L.
i figured that i should probably have an idea as to how well i am able to represent what i am trying to draw, so i took a picture. i think the picture goes quite a ways to show how differently my perception of myself is - also it goes quite a ways to show i have an eating disorder (not really you just can't see my tits in this giant sweater):
all right here's one that's less depressing and you can see more of my squash:
|Wednesday, July 27th, 2011|
|Monday, July 4th, 2011|
does not like when hicks light fireworks in the area
|Friday, July 1st, 2011|
|Thursday, June 30th, 2011|
why am i such a worthless shit aaaauuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhh~
|Thursday, May 19th, 2011|
LAST NIGHT I DREAMT THAT THIS HOUSE HAD A VERY LARGE BATH TUB AND I WAS TAKING A SHOWER BUT THE TUB WAS FILLING WITH WATER - THIS WAS NOT UNUSUAL TO DREAM-ME - AND SUDDENLY THERE WAS A FISH SWIMMING AROUND IN THE WATER WITH ME - JUST A BLUEGILL OR SOMETHING - BUT THEN ANOTHER SHOWED UP AND ANOTHER AND THEN A LARGE PLECO[STOMUS] CAME UP FROM THE DRAIN AND STARTED COMING AT ME TRYING TO LATCH ON TO ME - I ASSUME TO EAT MY ALGAES - SO I GOT OUT AND LEFT THE BATHROOM AND CAME BACK A FEW MINUTES LATER ONLY TO FIND A LOT MORE ANIMALS IN THE BATH - WHICH WAS NOW FULL BY THE WAY - AND I DECIDED THAT MY BEST BET WOULD BE TO RELOCATE THEM ALL SO I STARTED TAKING THEM OUTSIDE
ONE OF THE ANIMALS WAS SOME SORT OF PUFFER-FISH-LIKE GUY WITH CRAZY PATTERNS ON HIS SIDE AND I CARRIED HIM OUTSIDE AND PUT HIM IN THE STREAM - WHICH WAS MUCH BIGGER IN MY DREAM - AND HE SEEMED TO DO A LITTLE " HAPPY DANCE " IN THE WATER BEFORE SWIMMING OFF
ANOTHER ANIMAL HAD A GOAT-LIKE BODY AND A HORSE-LIKE HEAD AND I DON'T KNOW HOW HE GOT IN THE WATER IN THE FIRST PLACE REGARDLESS HE WAS TOO BIG TO PICK UP SO I JUST WALKED HIM TO THE DOOR AND HE WENT OUTSIDE
|Thursday, February 24th, 2011|
|i am a sugar fiend
after nearly two years of knowing this dog, her name has finally been revealed: trixie. fuck that, i'll call her stinky as long as i know her.
|Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011|
i spend my time reading liner notes and searching the internet for the original compositions on which some songs i like are based (or original versions of covers i like - though is it still called a cover when it's an instrumental piece (not song
, but piece
!)?). i'm such a bore. frequently scouring music blogs for something different i might like really isn't helping me find new music i like. it just kind of makes me hate people who like music.
i feel bad because i'm in a shit mood all the time, and really it all stems from hating my job and hating the cold weather. oh well. everything else is awesome. i don't want to leave the house until things are green and things are warm and it feels good to be outside. i'm such a baby.
|Saturday, December 25th, 2010|
i really don't think i ever want to visit my family again.
|Friday, December 3rd, 2010|
|Sunday, November 14th, 2010|
|Monday, August 30th, 2010|
|stomping tonight on the pennsylvania/alabama border
why is everybody in my family a fucking drunken drug addict? i couldn't tolerate living there, i don't even like visiting. i know i'm not a good person, but at least i don't spend the night in jail leaving my four year old daughters wondering where mommy is. for fuck's sake.
i'm a fucking asshole and will forever be a fucking asshole.
|Saturday, August 7th, 2010|
|Thursday, June 17th, 2010|
|Saturday, June 12th, 2010|