Much as Ayn Rand annoys the living hell out of me, that line of hers said everything that had been swimming about in the murky depths of my mind. And I thank her for that ( Read more... )

Shit. So tonight, instead of listening to all the sad songs until I feel emo, I'm here a-watching the Boondocks marathon. I tried listening to my favourite sad music while painting tonight, but they negated each other or something. I was hoping to get real sad for a minute just for something to do, but it didn't happen and I've since moved on. Now ( Read more... )

More like face full of steel, actually. I damn near blinded myself last night in an encounter with my needlenose pliers. I was working on my jacket and using the pliers to turn the sleeve bands right-side-out because the fabric is so thick. Then the pliers slipped and the needlenose end hit me straight in the eye. I effectively punched myself in ( Read more... )

There's been new stuff up on my website for a while that I haven't posted links to, if anyone cares. I'm too lazy to post links right now, so just take a look, if you are so inclined ( Read more... )

There's something missing from me. It's something to do with robots and techno and elegant machines... that or it's merely personified by those things. Robots are something I've always wished I were more familiar with... not real ones, but ones that ought to be real. I don't want them to be real, though, I just want to pretend that they are. Or ( Read more... )

I really do need to get out more. Or at all. I feel so trapped anymore and it's making me crazy. I keep dreaming that I'm somewhere else and I'm happy. Sometimes I miss the people that used to frequent my dreams that don't actually exist. Especially that one... he and I had good adventures. Like the time we went to the flooded playground ( Read more... )

My bird kisses me when I turn my face to him. Tonight he does, anyway. He's been particularly sweet lately, and I can't imagine my life without such a perfect little soul around ( Read more... )

Like hell I'm on another emo kid music jag. This is the best CD ever ( Read more... )

I've been posting and posting crap on DA but not linking it to this, if anyone is reading one and not the other and/or cares. So here goes.

Art class projects:My first landscape, traditional and dull still life, my second landscape, Mt. Pisgah landscape.

Sewing projects: Black jacket. You've all probably seen this one already ( Read more... )

I'm a little scared... not scared so much, I suppose. Maybe uncomfortable is the right word. Things might be drifting back to where they shouldn't be. That is, I feel out of my hands again and I need my 3 am solitude to feel right again. Or any would do. Just some kind of quiet ( Read more... )