Put a pill on the warm tastebuds of your tongue and you have what some call, "Release".

No one reads this goddamned thing anymore because I never write in it anymore. I'm blank. I'm trying to think of things to draw. I sketch a lot. A whole lot. I think I'm getting better at things, too. I just can't finalize things. I can't put them on a canvas. I always ruin what I wanted. I'll learn how to really paint someday. Until then, the ( Read more... )

My portfolio got accepted to the Columbus College of Art and Design.
Hallelujah.

Sweetest day got me thinking about other things ( Read more... )

I had the most terrifying, realistic dream I've ever had in my life last night.

Mrs. Smith said she'll write me a letter of recommendation. I need to find one more person by next Friday. I don't know who to ask. I've been panicking lately. Especially now. She just showed us the career passports of former students. They looked great. Too great. I have no volunteer service, I've done only one highschool extracurricular activity ( Read more... )

I had a very great weekend. I got scared for a few minutes, but it's okay ( Read more... )

I'm sick in more ways than one. This morning I indulged in Pulmicort, Dayquil, and antibiotics. I feel like passing out. Really. Pseudoephedrins should be taking that away, but they aren't ( Read more... )

Every now and then, every human being finds themselves tearing through rubber cement cobwebs, freantically trying a place to put the next picture. They sometimes find themselves wondering if everything's aligned ( Read more... )

Confined in a small space, you'll find yourself breathing your own air over and over.

Goodnight Diana.
I wonder what she's dreaming about.

I'm typically overwhelmed with love for her.