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Well isn't this a bitch?
David finally calls me back - twice - and my mother is using the phone, both times. She fails to inform me of such, and so, David thinks that I am still angry with him.
No, rather, I am intimidated by how prone he is to bouts of anger, so of course, I'm not going to call him first. Not after that. It was so..mundane..him telling me, that while I'm trying to prove my point, I have an "underlying superiority complex." Complex my fucking ass.
This is the same guy, of course, who is ALWAYS right, and will NEVER admit to being wrong. He NEVER apologizes, even to his precious fucking jewel, Xiomara. So, come again, just who has this so-called superiority complex?
Pathological liar that he is, he probably didn't even REALLY call me; my mother isn't SO absent minded as to forget a call twice, and his calling is nothing but hearsay.
But whatever. It's all good. I just have nothing to write about, really. I've just been sitting on my ass and discovering all these bands and groups that I've never heard before.
I've had a really hard time drawing lately. I don't know quite what it is. I get so easily frustrated; instead of drawing something that doesn't seem right at first, and keep going with it, I immediately erase, and insist on doing it exactly how I "see" it, whatever "it" may be. I wasn't always exactly like that. I drew things in an artistic way. It wasn't necessarily how I saw it, but rather, how I interpreted it, and definitely wasn't prefect...but, it wasn't meant to be perfect, you know? Now I'm so logical.
If it is physically impossible, I can't draw it. Even then, it's so frustrating.
Sometimes, when (obviously) drawing how something actually looks, I begin drawing how it is. For example, try drawing a finger that is pointing at you. You obviously don't draw the entire finger length, for then it doesn't look as though it is pointing forward. But sometimes, in these situations, I wind up drawing that way. It's correct, in how it looks alone, but it is not how I intended it to look. I've gotten so frustrated with this that I've become completely anal with every little line, as I mentioned above.
Cursive put it quite nicely: art is hard, especially when you don't know who you are.
David finally calls me back - twice - and my mother is using the phone, both times. She fails to inform me of such, and so, David thinks that I am still angry with him.
No, rather, I am intimidated by how prone he is to bouts of anger, so of course, I'm not going to call him first. Not after that. It was so..mundane..him telling me, that while I'm trying to prove my point, I have an "underlying superiority complex." Complex my fucking ass.
This is the same guy, of course, who is ALWAYS right, and will NEVER admit to being wrong. He NEVER apologizes, even to his precious fucking jewel, Xiomara. So, come again, just who has this so-called superiority complex?
Pathological liar that he is, he probably didn't even REALLY call me; my mother isn't SO absent minded as to forget a call twice, and his calling is nothing but hearsay.
But whatever. It's all good. I just have nothing to write about, really. I've just been sitting on my ass and discovering all these bands and groups that I've never heard before.
I've had a really hard time drawing lately. I don't know quite what it is. I get so easily frustrated; instead of drawing something that doesn't seem right at first, and keep going with it, I immediately erase, and insist on doing it exactly how I "see" it, whatever "it" may be. I wasn't always exactly like that. I drew things in an artistic way. It wasn't necessarily how I saw it, but rather, how I interpreted it, and definitely wasn't prefect...but, it wasn't meant to be perfect, you know? Now I'm so logical.
If it is physically impossible, I can't draw it. Even then, it's so frustrating.
Sometimes, when (obviously) drawing how something actually looks, I begin drawing how it is. For example, try drawing a finger that is pointing at you. You obviously don't draw the entire finger length, for then it doesn't look as though it is pointing forward. But sometimes, in these situations, I wind up drawing that way. It's correct, in how it looks alone, but it is not how I intended it to look. I've gotten so frustrated with this that I've become completely anal with every little line, as I mentioned above.
Cursive put it quite nicely: art is hard, especially when you don't know who you are.