set yourself on fire...
Photoshop 7 is sooooooooooooooooooo much better than 5.5.
*revels in the sheer glory of smooth lines*
life's been good to me
as I've been good to it.
It's so simple sometimes. I think the most potent change I associate with me liking myself again- no seriously, actually admiring everything, including my own person- has been my art class. I had older people I compared myself to, and that made so much difference.
Seniors are different from freshmen, but by-fucking-god, not that different.
I love this book I've been reading. "The Teenage Libaration Handbook". "how to quit school and get a real life and education". It puts confident, written word behind the concepts and emotions I'd been developing about school, freedom, ability and growth. I'll unramble myself now and tell you some stories, o journal.
Friday came after a ruthless Monday-thru-Thurday session of figure drawin' and swimmin'. Swimming was exhausting, and in terms of a few little chlorine droplets, dangerously close to deadly. (I'm doing better today; no more adventure for me) Figure drawing is four hours daily, on bare feet, bla bla bla it's hard and good for me and I love it. :D Each Wednesday night, art party, and for that week, I spent Friday night (until 11) at Max's house in Petaluma... Several of us lounged around and dismantled oreos and watched Office Space, Mad Max 2, and Amelie. It was a good night. :]
I forget my weekend.
so there.