Just fine
"Existentialism On Prom Night"
When the sun came up,
We we're sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we we're dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Keeping it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
we're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would....
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.
That, has got to be the most romantic song ever. Whitney got me hooked on the band, and I have to agree with her when she says thats the best song EVER! I want that played at my wedding...but that'll change.
Today was officially the last day of my art portfolio course classes, tomorrow we go to the school, present our peices, and then go home. I made another painting today, this one's called "Standing vigil to the lost", it was the phrase that was playing through my mind for about a half an hour after I was finished. I'm still really impressed with how the "Sewer walking" one came out, it has a nice feel to it.
I love paint, the way it feels in the tubes, the way it goes into the pallet, the way it spreads out on to the canvas. I love the energy that I get when I spread that first stroke onto the perfectly white surface of the canvas. I've been getting the feeling that I should be painting something more and more often lately, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm addicted to painting. I really would love to do nothing but paint for the rest of my life, there can't be anything better to do with my life. The problem is that I dont know if I could make it. I might have to make my painting obsession a purely recreational thing unless I do make it.
I spray painted my old shoes today, they're now yellow (and yes alex, it works quite well, I've washed the teeshirt and it stayed on fine, no running at all. With the jeans it's yet to be seen)
I'm gonna put on some laundry and go for a walk,
--out--
-me
When the sun came up,
We we're sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we we're dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Keeping it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
we're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would....
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.
That, has got to be the most romantic song ever. Whitney got me hooked on the band, and I have to agree with her when she says thats the best song EVER! I want that played at my wedding...but that'll change.
Today was officially the last day of my art portfolio course classes, tomorrow we go to the school, present our peices, and then go home. I made another painting today, this one's called "Standing vigil to the lost", it was the phrase that was playing through my mind for about a half an hour after I was finished. I'm still really impressed with how the "Sewer walking" one came out, it has a nice feel to it.
I love paint, the way it feels in the tubes, the way it goes into the pallet, the way it spreads out on to the canvas. I love the energy that I get when I spread that first stroke onto the perfectly white surface of the canvas. I've been getting the feeling that I should be painting something more and more often lately, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm addicted to painting. I really would love to do nothing but paint for the rest of my life, there can't be anything better to do with my life. The problem is that I dont know if I could make it. I might have to make my painting obsession a purely recreational thing unless I do make it.
I spray painted my old shoes today, they're now yellow (and yes alex, it works quite well, I've washed the teeshirt and it stayed on fine, no running at all. With the jeans it's yet to be seen)
I'm gonna put on some laundry and go for a walk,
--out--
-me