there are few things as sublimely beautiful as working on a day like today. the gentle falling of the snow quietly building its castle on the ground outside the shop. as the snow fell, the cheeks of every person that came in the door grew rosier and rosier, induced by cold and by a smile that spread ear to ear. even those few complaining about ( Read more... )

blablabla..yesterday i was being emotionally constipated and it all came out in oh so many words. anyway..if anyone is currious, i am feeling much better after a few emotional outbursts, of sorts. things are looking rosey again.

have i ruined the one good thing i have?

now, to southe my phyche, a list of art page i do adore.

( right here! )

( emotionalscarsaplenty )

i dont even know what to say, i try so hard to hide my jubiliation over such news. if only so that i do not come off as giddy, but when i hear news such as that..giddy is all i can be considered.
news is: im in. in just a few months i will be in portland, and back in school.

my hair before (as well as a sassy jacket):


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i did it? did i really make it in? does this mean that i can do it? go to portland, and go to an art school? does this really mean that i got in? a bfa catalog and a seperate letter saying 'our faculty and staff will work hard to ensure that you succeed.' does this mean i made it?

i think the first time i dyed my hair, must have been my sophmore year at highschool. for the last five years, my hair has been almost exclusively black. it has been long enough, in fact, that i had almost completely forgotten what my natural haircolor was. since i have been back from school, this last year, i have not once dyed my hair; and it ( Read more... )

its comming down again..slowly building its castle of white.