Well, that was predictable
Yes, folks, I have lost yet ANOTHER art contest that I have entered. I don't even know why I bother to get my hopes up...or for that matter, even enter XD I always seem to get honorable mentions at the very best. Yeah, yeah, I suppose it's good that I TRIED or something like that, but after awhile it's a bit frusterating. I guess this only means that as an artist I am mediocre at best.
In other news, I have actually been drawing for my art blog everyday, although I've been turning out one picture every two days for the past couple of entries. Still though I feel like constantly drawing something is not drawing anything.
I'm just about to finish Chelsea Handler's book "Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea". It's quite amusing, although I find her more enjoyable on the TV. It's strange reading comedy. But reading her book has made me realize I could probably write one of my own. Mostly because all she did was take 12 events from her life and write a chapter on them. My life is dull, but I could definitely find 12 things to write about. I know that I would write about why I hate retail and my love for hamsters and bunnies. The rest would just be some major events in my life...then I could write about them in humorous ways. You would all laugh, I know it.
I think that, if for whatever reason, Chelsea Handler's dad and my dad ever met, they would be great friends. They're so much alike. Overweight, lazy, love wearing suspenders and sweatpants, slightly racist and no social tact what-so-ever. It makes me feel a little better to know that someone else like my dad exists out there because I was kind of scared that I was the only one with a father like him.
--Merritt