2d can eat my ass and like it
i fucking hate 2d homework. it sucks a bunch, and it should die... horribly...twice.
everything bothers me. people i know are just not that cool anymore. i want to be completely alone for ten months. i want to go to a foreign county so that if anyone tries to talk to me i will not understand them and i will just walk away smiling over the fact that no one can change my seclusion. i want to live on an uninhabited island or planet or in another galaxy. i want to be buried alive. i'll die, but it will be worth it to spend those last breaths without any sight, sound, smell of another human being. i hate them. i wrote in my sketchbook that i wanted to skull fuck every mother fucker within arms reach and manually stimulate their useless tissues that are supposed to be brains, because they are incapable of using them on their own. i hope there's a fucking epocolipse, and i am the only survivor. it sounds like i'm some fucking snob and think that i'm better than everyone or something. that's not really true. i'm just angry and sick of shit... and believe me there's shit... too much to even begin to describe. let's make this easier on everyone. believe that the shit i put up with is what causes this much hostility. that must be a lot of stupid shit, and it is.
there are some good people in this world. his name is justin novak. his art is some of the most amazing art i have ever seen in my entire existance. he was the guest speaker at my school today, and he's fucking unbelievable. http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/~jnovak/artiststatement.html go. just go. look at his stuff. i wish everyone could hear him speak about art. i sound so stupid, but really i'm just dumbfounded. i'm in awe and i can't find coherent sentences to beging to explain.
i'm so glad that i went. i've been trying to go an extra step with everything i do at school lately. it's important for me to take advantage of every oportunity that i have. i think that's why i'm so mad at 2d. i see assignments now as oportunities to take advantage or where i am and everything that i've worked for and been blessed with. i feel that somehow i'm not reaching that with my work in 2d. i struggle so much in that class. the work is so challenging, frustrating, nosiating. when i work i know what i am going to be learning in the process. when i look back on work, i realize what i've learned, but good lord the work is just strenuating. i wonder if justin novak hated 2d. i fucking doubt it. if i found out that he did, however, i would be the happiest girl alive.
speaking of above and beyond at school. i'm doing christian's illustration homework. he's supposed to make a book about love or lack there of, so he's making an emo book, and i'm making an even better emo book, because competition makes great artists. i drew an angel kissing a devil, an empty birdcage on a table in front of an open window with one dove flying toward freedom and one dove decapitated next to a knife with a girl crying in the corner, a bathroom with a girl in a tub of pink water next to a razor and his and hers towels with a heart drawn and crossed out in blood, and two hands holding each other while morphing into a human heart with ventricles that turn into slit wrists. i'm also going to draw cupid slitting someones throat, someone crying with the reflection of their ex-lover in their tears, a super emo boy with his heart exploding out of his chest, and someone bleeding into water with the blood swirling into the shape on a broken heart or something like that. i wanted to really accurate about what blood looks like when it hits water and i couldn't find any pictures online, so i considered finding out for real, but then again that's a little bit extreme for an emo book that i don't even really have to make. i told my roommate, and i think it scared her. i'm going to write emo poems, diary entries, or suicide notes for each picture. pretty chill, right?
my friend deanne and i wore matching party dresses and took pictures and walked around the city. so cute!
oh! i got an A- on my first 3d assignment of the semester. i don't know what i'm going to do for the next project. i guess i'm not going to stress about it right now. i'm just going to be super stoked that i got an A-!!! woo.
i write about art... a lot.
oh man, all classes after 12 got cancelled today. guess whose only class today was from 9 to noon. oh mine was. fucking a man. i would really like to not have class tomorrow. i know that i said that whole thing about oportunities, i'd still have the same oportunities, i'd just have way more time to perfect them, right? right. night.
everything bothers me. people i know are just not that cool anymore. i want to be completely alone for ten months. i want to go to a foreign county so that if anyone tries to talk to me i will not understand them and i will just walk away smiling over the fact that no one can change my seclusion. i want to live on an uninhabited island or planet or in another galaxy. i want to be buried alive. i'll die, but it will be worth it to spend those last breaths without any sight, sound, smell of another human being. i hate them. i wrote in my sketchbook that i wanted to skull fuck every mother fucker within arms reach and manually stimulate their useless tissues that are supposed to be brains, because they are incapable of using them on their own. i hope there's a fucking epocolipse, and i am the only survivor. it sounds like i'm some fucking snob and think that i'm better than everyone or something. that's not really true. i'm just angry and sick of shit... and believe me there's shit... too much to even begin to describe. let's make this easier on everyone. believe that the shit i put up with is what causes this much hostility. that must be a lot of stupid shit, and it is.
there are some good people in this world. his name is justin novak. his art is some of the most amazing art i have ever seen in my entire existance. he was the guest speaker at my school today, and he's fucking unbelievable. http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/~jnovak/artiststatement.html go. just go. look at his stuff. i wish everyone could hear him speak about art. i sound so stupid, but really i'm just dumbfounded. i'm in awe and i can't find coherent sentences to beging to explain.
i'm so glad that i went. i've been trying to go an extra step with everything i do at school lately. it's important for me to take advantage of every oportunity that i have. i think that's why i'm so mad at 2d. i see assignments now as oportunities to take advantage or where i am and everything that i've worked for and been blessed with. i feel that somehow i'm not reaching that with my work in 2d. i struggle so much in that class. the work is so challenging, frustrating, nosiating. when i work i know what i am going to be learning in the process. when i look back on work, i realize what i've learned, but good lord the work is just strenuating. i wonder if justin novak hated 2d. i fucking doubt it. if i found out that he did, however, i would be the happiest girl alive.
speaking of above and beyond at school. i'm doing christian's illustration homework. he's supposed to make a book about love or lack there of, so he's making an emo book, and i'm making an even better emo book, because competition makes great artists. i drew an angel kissing a devil, an empty birdcage on a table in front of an open window with one dove flying toward freedom and one dove decapitated next to a knife with a girl crying in the corner, a bathroom with a girl in a tub of pink water next to a razor and his and hers towels with a heart drawn and crossed out in blood, and two hands holding each other while morphing into a human heart with ventricles that turn into slit wrists. i'm also going to draw cupid slitting someones throat, someone crying with the reflection of their ex-lover in their tears, a super emo boy with his heart exploding out of his chest, and someone bleeding into water with the blood swirling into the shape on a broken heart or something like that. i wanted to really accurate about what blood looks like when it hits water and i couldn't find any pictures online, so i considered finding out for real, but then again that's a little bit extreme for an emo book that i don't even really have to make. i told my roommate, and i think it scared her. i'm going to write emo poems, diary entries, or suicide notes for each picture. pretty chill, right?
my friend deanne and i wore matching party dresses and took pictures and walked around the city. so cute!
oh! i got an A- on my first 3d assignment of the semester. i don't know what i'm going to do for the next project. i guess i'm not going to stress about it right now. i'm just going to be super stoked that i got an A-!!! woo.
i write about art... a lot.
oh man, all classes after 12 got cancelled today. guess whose only class today was from 9 to noon. oh mine was. fucking a man. i would really like to not have class tomorrow. i know that i said that whole thing about oportunities, i'd still have the same oportunities, i'd just have way more time to perfect them, right? right. night.