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Again, everyone whom I still think about from LJ responded to my return and that makes me feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy.
I have Dawnba's painting framed and hung up in my new apartment. My dad still has a picture Peggy made as his computer's wallpaper. I found Gaultt arts yesterday in a portfolio. I got an email about the cafe picture I made for Maui recently. I was thinking about the_onceler's adventures in Japan when I was shelving a book on teaching over there. I found a crappy sketch of something I didn't pursue for a Ketrava commission when I moved. And I introduced this woman my mom works with to Anna's snail lady and she loves her.
I can't inspect a bug without thinking about Gryllus or try to draw digigrade legs without kicking myself for loosing Ruggles' tutorial. Falling off the face of the earth kinda sucks, but sometimes you have to.
So I might have to make my journal friends only for a bit since I gave my mom my website address [side note: how did NO ONE in my family know I could draw? This great epiphany they have had lately of "wow your art doesn't suck" makes me feel loved [/sarcasm] I haven't made anything in months, but I've been drawing and taking art classes since middle school and they just now find out when I'm done with college? O_o ], Yeah so I gave my mom my website address and she shows all her coworkers my crap and they all are design people and they want my crap on Tshirts and postcards and I want my crap to be hidden so no one can see it.
That part was just embarrassing, what was traumatizing and down right annoying was that my mom read my entire livejournal. Yep, this one right here. The one that I never make things friends only on cause I figured I have nothing to hide from strangers. Moms, on the other hand, well I don't have anything to hide from her either, but it's really a pain in my ass to get yelled at for not telling her I was upset over something that happened A YEAR AGO. Wtf?
I'm also thinking about changing the journal name. : / but I dunno what to...
Anyway, back to reading. I'm halfway through Phillip Pullman's "The Golden Compass"
I have Dawnba's painting framed and hung up in my new apartment. My dad still has a picture Peggy made as his computer's wallpaper. I found Gaultt arts yesterday in a portfolio. I got an email about the cafe picture I made for Maui recently. I was thinking about the_onceler's adventures in Japan when I was shelving a book on teaching over there. I found a crappy sketch of something I didn't pursue for a Ketrava commission when I moved. And I introduced this woman my mom works with to Anna's snail lady and she loves her.
I can't inspect a bug without thinking about Gryllus or try to draw digigrade legs without kicking myself for loosing Ruggles' tutorial. Falling off the face of the earth kinda sucks, but sometimes you have to.
So I might have to make my journal friends only for a bit since I gave my mom my website address [side note: how did NO ONE in my family know I could draw? This great epiphany they have had lately of "wow your art doesn't suck" makes me feel loved [/sarcasm] I haven't made anything in months, but I've been drawing and taking art classes since middle school and they just now find out when I'm done with college? O_o ], Yeah so I gave my mom my website address and she shows all her coworkers my crap and they all are design people and they want my crap on Tshirts and postcards and I want my crap to be hidden so no one can see it.
That part was just embarrassing, what was traumatizing and down right annoying was that my mom read my entire livejournal. Yep, this one right here. The one that I never make things friends only on cause I figured I have nothing to hide from strangers. Moms, on the other hand, well I don't have anything to hide from her either, but it's really a pain in my ass to get yelled at for not telling her I was upset over something that happened A YEAR AGO. Wtf?
I'm also thinking about changing the journal name. : / but I dunno what to...
Anyway, back to reading. I'm halfway through Phillip Pullman's "The Golden Compass"