an essentially unnecessary introductory entry
I am Brenda.
I am either in a transitional stage in my life, or else I have nothing left to live for - or maybe both?
I enjoy watching television shows (on dvd) and movies with people I like. I think that's how I rate my friendships actually - by how many movies I have watched with who.
That is a lie, I assure you (, but not that great of one.)
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I am currently concerning myself in the affairs of a certain Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
I am pretty good at art - though not the best. I think everyone has to be good at something or other in order to live, even if that something is just looking good or flirting or being able to beat everyone else in all sorts of games. If you aren't good at anything, I really don't see how anyone would want to keep living with themselves, quite honestly.
I've got a boyfriend in St. Louis. He's pretty nice to me - cooks good meals and says nice things and kisses me a lot, watches venture brothers and arrested development with me and takes me to art museum - but aside from my visits once a month and some letters and whatnot, I don't really keep in that great of contact with him. I don't really mind much.
I don't think I really think all that much of being in love, at the risk of sounding like one of those poor bitter saps.
I just don't care so much about most things.
whatever happens happens i say - at nineteen I haven't a very serious care in the world
(except when I am wondering if my friends still like me and when I'll get out of this house and if I'll ever get a job).
sometimes I hope it will stay like that, but other times i wish i lived a real life
I painted this picture of a bathroom mirror and a faucet - I painted it from my head, just the underpainting.
John came over to my painting station to be all teachery and critique me on what i'd been up to.
He thought the water faucet was a little person, talking about the reflection in the mirror reflecting a small person on the outside, i don't even know what he was saying, but it was all nonsense to me. It was just a bathroom sink, and he was being so serious about his interpretation. I laughed to myself, but chose not to correct him.
Later during the class critique John started talking about that strange little faucet person again, but this time someone corrected him, saying "I thought that was a bathroom sink"
I said, "Yeah, it's a bathroom sink."
John asked me why I hadn't corrected him before, and I told him I thought it was funnier not to.
It was kind of fun driving to Joliet the other day with Mary Beth for our art show, even when she swerved off the interstate to pick up large pieces of metal. Twice. I want to be interesting when I'm older.
I like all my teachers this semester.
I've only skipped out on one class - in this Entire semester. I am changing my ways.
Even communications class is not so bad. In fact, it's kind of fun, because everyone knows my name, and people try to talk to one another. No one ever talks to anyone in other acedemic classes unless they are old friends or relatives.
My mom's all unhealthy and disabled and has back problems. She's probably going to have to have surgery.