Feeling particularly emo.

Can't really talk about it, though, which is why I'm posting it here. It's like talking, except I know nobody's listening. (Ok, except for maybe you, Jesse, though you seem to be only posting from your phone these days.)

Going to go for a run and beat myself into the pavement.

The real world scares me. And by real world, I mean the art world, which I realize isn't the "real" real world... It's a bunch of self-absorbed and/or crazy people... which is fine... but I digress ( Read more... )

I'm in the middle of shooting this assignment for my Photo class (the 200-level intro class -- joy). The assignment is to set up "tabletop scenes," basically constructed, compositionally-guided scenes rather than going out and photographing what already exists. A simple exercise, and yet I'm enjoying it much more than I expected ( Read more... )

Leave your name and ( Read more... )

I'm coming to the realization that nobody can 'fix' me. "Help" implies that the person being helped is also doing some of the work. For some reason, though, I've been expecting outside forces to somehow cure me, while I just get to be a passive recipient of said cure. But there is no magic cure, no pill, no quick or easy fix. There is no force ( Read more... )

...or at least, many of you laughed at the idea.

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I made a post a long time ago about the importance of contrast in life. You can't know if you're happy unless you know what sad feels like. Basically, it justified black-and-white thinking. I believed it wholeheartedly, though ( Read more... )

Ah yes, a sugar-high-driven entry that I probably shouldn't be writing. It seems I only have posted over the last term when I've been sleep-deprived. The pattern continues ( Read more... )

I've been sort of missing my old apartment lately. Really, the bathroom more than anything else. There was a mirror in the hallway that you could see when you sat on the shitter if you left the door open, which I always did, because I'm really narcisistic like that. I even did a self-portrait on it. More importantly (well, maybe not more ( Read more... )

"Every song has a you, a you that the singer sings to, and you're it this time, you're it this time..." -- Ani Difranco ( Read more... )