BRITNEY SPEARS
I'm proud of her. This album is actually pretty good. I'm serious.
And the remix of "Me Against the Music" kicks. "Outrageous" and "(I Got That) Boom Boom" suck shit. "Toxic" and "Breathe On Me" are my favorites. "Brave New Girl" is cheesy. "Touch of My Hand" and "Shadow" are also pretty good.
I'm a fairweather fan and I freely admit it.
The OC almost on. Real excited for that.
I have a lot of work and I'm avoiding it all. Tons of reading and papers to start for next week...and my art teacher hated my painting that I was so proud of last night. I had to do it in the hall so I could set up a mirror and spread out my paints, (I live at the end so it was fine) and my entire hall checked on me periodically and all said they liked it. I even had Yoli come down and give me an honest opinion because she paints and draws, and she told me she loved it and loved the colors. Then today, he looked at me and told me it didn't have enough color, had too much white, and that I need to take more drawing, that it was imperitive if I planned on continuing this. It got even worse because critiques are in front of the entire class and he proceeded to show me some other kids' paintings as examples of what I should be striving for. He then told the class as a whole that a lot of us need to work on drawing if we want to keep painting, if this wasn't a "one time shot before you move on to chemistry." Ouch. Good thing I had given up on the idea of an art major. Plus just last night I was telling someone how they should take his class because he was a good teacher. I wanted to kill myself, I really did.
My dad has emailed me 4 times and called once in the 2 days I have been gone.
And the remix of "Me Against the Music" kicks. "Outrageous" and "(I Got That) Boom Boom" suck shit. "Toxic" and "Breathe On Me" are my favorites. "Brave New Girl" is cheesy. "Touch of My Hand" and "Shadow" are also pretty good.
I'm a fairweather fan and I freely admit it.
The OC almost on. Real excited for that.
I have a lot of work and I'm avoiding it all. Tons of reading and papers to start for next week...and my art teacher hated my painting that I was so proud of last night. I had to do it in the hall so I could set up a mirror and spread out my paints, (I live at the end so it was fine) and my entire hall checked on me periodically and all said they liked it. I even had Yoli come down and give me an honest opinion because she paints and draws, and she told me she loved it and loved the colors. Then today, he looked at me and told me it didn't have enough color, had too much white, and that I need to take more drawing, that it was imperitive if I planned on continuing this. It got even worse because critiques are in front of the entire class and he proceeded to show me some other kids' paintings as examples of what I should be striving for. He then told the class as a whole that a lot of us need to work on drawing if we want to keep painting, if this wasn't a "one time shot before you move on to chemistry." Ouch. Good thing I had given up on the idea of an art major. Plus just last night I was telling someone how they should take his class because he was a good teacher. I wanted to kill myself, I really did.
My dad has emailed me 4 times and called once in the 2 days I have been gone.