They say we “fall in love”, because, in essence, that is what we do....
he is still a beautiful, fucked up part of my past.
Last night I didn’t know how to start on my drawing for the longest time. I had artist’s block, or just a fear of messing up. Then, when I was moving stuff around I accidentally spilled a bit of paint onto my blank mat board. Immediately I dropped everything, including my conversation with the guy I somewhat like, picked up a brush, and went at it for six hours, nonstop.
I can't talk to you...
Because you can’t talk to me. What is this? We spend hours together in near-silence. I have to prompt you to speak but don’t respond or seem to give a shit. Whenever I’m around you, I feel stupid as fuck, and a part of the reason is that I do tend to act playful around you, because I want to break your shell, I want to get to know you. But you don’t tell me anything, you...
I wish we could be friends. Then you’d tell me all your secrets. And I won’t judge. And we could be comfortable with each other. And there would be no pressure. I don’t know what you are to me.
It was all a lie. The conversations, the memories, the love letters. What am I...
Last night when a friend of mine went to sleep, he left me with strangely bitter feelings. Why did I think he had insulted me when he didn’t? The emotions came from my mind. It felt like a slap in the face, that I showed him something so personal and he responded with a a few watered-down statements. Showing someone a piece of work you’re proud of and having them say “It’s...
You guys make me so happy. Thanks for being in my life. Glad I met you all :)
Project Log 2
05.21.11 Went to Mind Games to look at plasma balls. Saw these plasma sound-activated lightning plates (ugh why must they be flat) and some novelty butterfly in a jar toy. Ideas: LED Throwies. Fiber-optic star ceiling. Fairy lights. Luminglas. Edit: Crackle tubes! But they cost a shitload. But I’m getting closer with each day.
05.19.11 - Purchased materials- Assembled product (test one) 05.10.11- Left product on window ledge for a day. It works! Observations:- Light is a little dim. Container too big. Frosting with sandpaper takes too long.- Home Depot is HUGE. Next steps: - Acquire yellow light, purchase glass frosting spray.
The Ice Bulb - Youtube Video →
Want to make this.
Catch a Falling Star
We’re playing a game. The game is to come up with several “impossible tasks” and present them to each other as gifts. It’s a friendly competition. Rather challenging. Not many would be foolish or idealistic enough to play along with me. I’m still a kid at heart, so the first thing I tell him to do is “Catch me a shooting star”. Lame, I know, but it’s...
Mom: Why don't you finish this painting?
Me: Because I was high when I painted that.
Mom: What does "high" mean?
Mom: Then why don't you finish this painting?
Me: Because I'm not high.
We are on the phone. My friend goes awfully quiet for a second. Tentatively, she asks, “Do you like him?” I don’t know what to say so I tell her no. I don’t add, “At least not anymore.” Sometimes I don’t understand why I take the time to try to figure out a guy when the all they ever have to do is look pretty and get trashed.
I’m not sure what happened during the battle, but I’m glad we found...
The Morning After
My brothers took me out to Starbucks then to DQ for ice cream (that was not their intention, but nonetheless it helped ease my distress over some personal issues). One of these days I might not be able to count how many times they’ve gone out of their way to comfort me. Then my “sister” came over to visit and drop off gifts. And after that something small made me incredibly...
Alcohol. Food. Guys. Girls. Gifts. And you were the only thing that kept me...– Too bad you remind me so much of Whatshisface.
“I’m so sorry you had to be the one to see this.” And with that, the girl leans on her friend’s shoulder and cries. The lights are dim, the room nearly empty. There is almost no trace of life. Finally, after forcing the last people out the door, she is able to pour her heart out to him. She admits to feeling a tinge of jealousy upon seeing her best friend flirt drunkenly...
At my workplace, the guys would cut ninja stars out of matboards and throw them...– I have the best job ever.
If I had an airbrush kit, I would do so many awesome things.
real friends let you have other friends
Obtained camera for photo assignment. Made up story about journeying through the magical land of GTA, crossing the Meadow of Everlasting Passion, getting the Elixir of Sparkling Light and fighting the Nefarious Witch of Evil… or something :) Spent an hour at Indigo reading erotica. Ate lunch at an amazing Italian Restaurant. Went to the Stag Shop… then the Church of the Holy...
Tips from a Friend
Me: What is something I want to change...
Him: Your eyes. Nose. Height. Boobs.
Me: I ain't showing the world my boobs.
Him: Why not? Just slap the word ART on it and it's fine.
Thinking Out Loud
Your Task: Independently you will take your camera and explore the three subjects: 1. A person or thing that you value childhood innocence/the imagination (too abstract?) a family member (too cliche…) art. lololol. some guy (like he’ll ever let me take a picture of him) 2. Something you want to change lower the YRT bus fares! lead a more colourful life? (right now my life...
Who exists in reality, and who exists in my memory?
The Truth Is,
You piss me off. Partially because of your fickle nature and your unwillingness to initiate conversations which, ironically, makes me want to seek out your company, but primarily because everything you say or do reminds me of either of my shitty exes. That is all.
You write so beautifully, it’s a shame they’re all directed to...
Was it her eyes, or her association those boys, that immediately evoked the memory of that girl from middle school? Perhaps the most striking similarity between them was that, like the previous girl, I loved her right off the bat. We seemed to have this instant connection where we could talk freely and share sentiments without restrain. In her animated persona, I saw strength and resolution, but...
Another realization: You and I never have decent conversations. What do we even...
Amazing art and design ideas.
…whatever the hell these people think of you? In a year or two, none of them will matter, and the people who do matter are the ones who will have rightfully earned your respect. The latter should be cherished. But you can forget the rest of those trivial mites who simply try to bring you down. They can’t hurt you. So say what you want. Make mistakes. Find better people to acquaint...
Nothing lasts forever… not even misery. So suck it up, will you? :)
These past few days I’ve heard too much from too many people. I don’t feel like anyone has anything to offer me anymore.
He’s…interesting. Not sure if I mean that in a good way or a bad...
I find that as soon as I put a label on a relationship, I just make it more prone to destruction. The moment I finally acknowledge how valuable a person is to me is the moment he/she leaves. So screw friends, enemies, boyfriends, cliques, crushes, brothers, sisters, whatever. I’ll just be me, you be you. If you’re in my life, then I probably like you, and that’s all there is.
You get into them when you know you’re just playing with fire. But personally, I like watching things burn. Edit: I wanna share this with someone who can laugh about it with me, because this is one of the most amusing things I’ve heard all year. (Ohh hey there Christine!)
I feel like a douche for thinking this, but I always thought it would be fun to have a relationship dead pool between my friends. So rather than predicting deaths, bets are made on when we think selected couples will break up. Also, I would like to object a wedding just for fun. But nowadays preachers don’t say “Speak now or forever hold your peace!” anymore. So I guess...
It’s incredible when ordinary people show their passionate, thoughtful and...
Today, the sun came out again.
Last semester in writer’s craft, we had these mini writing exercises, and I began one of my pieces with “A year without you feels like a year without the sun.” After I wrote that, I smiled at the silly double entendre and crossed out the line, amused at my own self indulgence. Last night, because a certain someone didn’t give me my wake-up call, I slept way beyond my...
Something Light - Short Story by Jack Wallsten →
The most beautiful piece of fiction I’ve read all year. So far. Click the link :)
reminder: brian needs to tell me on march 31st what the heck he was talking...
you have a beautiful mind.
It’s actually Saturday morning now, but yesterday was fantastic. Let me start by saying my dad is so awesome. I sent him a text in class saying “Can you bring me food please?” (because he picks me up after school and drops me off at work), and he replied, “Ok.” I expected him to show up with a bun or something he grabbed from the kitchen but when I got in the car...
She throws him at the wall and kisses burn like...
I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay right here and cause all...– Katniss Everdeen “Catching Fire” (119)
The guys I work with sometimes communicate with random bursts of robot sounds or lines from songs. It’s funny ‘cause I’m just sitting in the back of the office, silently working on my tasks and out of nowhere someone would make strange noises and I’d try not to laugh. The shop is usually quiet, barring the usual humming of machinery. Within the past month I feel like...
I don’t want to be one dimensional and only post about trifling romantic notions, but the fact is I only feel compelled to write when I think about those things. Anyways, a glance at my life: 1. Busing sucks unless you have a killer soundtrack on your iPod. 2. Intelligent boys are so cute. The other day we were having group discussions in philosophy class and I was in a group with guys who...
Took me a long time to realize: Life goes on and people change with the seasons.
Anything before you: irrelevant. Anything after you: inadequate.
You and I we’re friends from outer space...