Day 1: Pride
This just seems like the perfect day for a meme full 'o sin. Hijacked from villagegreen .
I’m a kick ass artist ** This is probably where most of my prideful sinnin’ is, but yeah, I think I’m a great artist. My works run the gamut from childish to really quite weird...my advisor/teacher refers to it as ‘nightmarishly whimsical’, although right now I’m more into contrasts and experimenting with techniques. It’s funny, I never felt this way back when I was still studying photography, so it’s obvious that I’ve found my niche. I still do take and sell photographs on the side, and I’m pretty sure if I cared at all about throwing bowls/cups, I could sell those too. I’ve shown work at a few local galleries and one well-known one in Chicago. When I send images in to enter in a show, I’m always like “Yeah, totally got this in the bag.” Haven’t been wrong yet. Next up I’m sending in pictures for a major magazine contest.
My hair ** My hair is a wavy, flippy mess and the perfect shade of light brown/strawberry blonde. I keep it shoulder length or shorter and very choppy (reminds me...I really need a haircut). Since I graduated high school, it’s been dyed almost every shade and I’ve just recently gotten back into that. I see it as a canvas where anything goes, cause it’s just hair.
My family ** The maternal side of my family is a bit of a downer, but my paternal side is a raucous, insane group of people. Get-togethers on that side always guarantee disgusting talk during dinner (poop, organ transplants), dirty jokes, great desserts, and just an all around good time. I always have a great time with them and especially love going to public places...we get so many strange looks. We’ve been warned before by restaurant managers. The guy who runs the local funeral home even called us his ‘favorite family’. LOL
I’m funny ** I’ve always used humor (verbal and physical) as a way out of awkward or embarrassing situations, but when I realized that I could also make people laugh at the same time, it became a sort of drug for me. It’s like I have this daily quota that I need to get in or I feel horrible. I just hate meeting new people because I have a rather dark, degrading sense of humor and I hate not knowing how they will react. Thankfully some of my best friends are just the same way.
I’m (a little too) curious** I love to learn new things and am full of strange little facts. I would watch The History channel, Animal Planet, ID or National Geographic all day if I could. I have a pretty morbid curiosity and I kind of blame my dad for it. I showed an interest in fishing when I was around 4 years old. He soon had me digging for worms, baiting hooks, and taking the hooks out of the fish. None of it made me squeamish and other adults were pretty much dumbfounded. I mean, weren’t little girls supposed to be at home playing with dolls? That led to my strange fascination with dead things...not the road kill spread along the street kind of dead thing, but the died-of-natural-causes kind. I study them (no touching!) and photograph them. And then there’s my extreme want to view an autopsy...
I’m honest ** This is something that came around because of all the art critiques I’ve been through. Now, though, lots of people think I’m some sort of stuck up bitch because I’ll say exactly what I think...and then I tell them how stupid they are.
My parking ability ** This is a weird one, but I love to park my car. I drive a Ford Focus and I’m able to squeeze that sucker into any space no matter how tight and still leave enough room for people to get out. Although I can’t parallel park to save my life.
I’m a kick ass artist ** This is probably where most of my prideful sinnin’ is, but yeah, I think I’m a great artist. My works run the gamut from childish to really quite weird...my advisor/teacher refers to it as ‘nightmarishly whimsical’, although right now I’m more into contrasts and experimenting with techniques. It’s funny, I never felt this way back when I was still studying photography, so it’s obvious that I’ve found my niche. I still do take and sell photographs on the side, and I’m pretty sure if I cared at all about throwing bowls/cups, I could sell those too. I’ve shown work at a few local galleries and one well-known one in Chicago. When I send images in to enter in a show, I’m always like “Yeah, totally got this in the bag.” Haven’t been wrong yet. Next up I’m sending in pictures for a major magazine contest.
My hair ** My hair is a wavy, flippy mess and the perfect shade of light brown/strawberry blonde. I keep it shoulder length or shorter and very choppy (reminds me...I really need a haircut). Since I graduated high school, it’s been dyed almost every shade and I’ve just recently gotten back into that. I see it as a canvas where anything goes, cause it’s just hair.
My family ** The maternal side of my family is a bit of a downer, but my paternal side is a raucous, insane group of people. Get-togethers on that side always guarantee disgusting talk during dinner (poop, organ transplants), dirty jokes, great desserts, and just an all around good time. I always have a great time with them and especially love going to public places...we get so many strange looks. We’ve been warned before by restaurant managers. The guy who runs the local funeral home even called us his ‘favorite family’. LOL
I’m funny ** I’ve always used humor (verbal and physical) as a way out of awkward or embarrassing situations, but when I realized that I could also make people laugh at the same time, it became a sort of drug for me. It’s like I have this daily quota that I need to get in or I feel horrible. I just hate meeting new people because I have a rather dark, degrading sense of humor and I hate not knowing how they will react. Thankfully some of my best friends are just the same way.
I’m (a little too) curious** I love to learn new things and am full of strange little facts. I would watch The History channel, Animal Planet, ID or National Geographic all day if I could. I have a pretty morbid curiosity and I kind of blame my dad for it. I showed an interest in fishing when I was around 4 years old. He soon had me digging for worms, baiting hooks, and taking the hooks out of the fish. None of it made me squeamish and other adults were pretty much dumbfounded. I mean, weren’t little girls supposed to be at home playing with dolls? That led to my strange fascination with dead things...not the road kill spread along the street kind of dead thing, but the died-of-natural-causes kind. I study them (no touching!) and photograph them. And then there’s my extreme want to view an autopsy...
I’m honest ** This is something that came around because of all the art critiques I’ve been through. Now, though, lots of people think I’m some sort of stuck up bitch because I’ll say exactly what I think...and then I tell them how stupid they are.
My parking ability ** This is a weird one, but I love to park my car. I drive a Ford Focus and I’m able to squeeze that sucker into any space no matter how tight and still leave enough room for people to get out. Although I can’t parallel park to save my life.