If I ever EVER decide, "Hey, I can do a giant realistic painting in acrylic! No problem!",
please
PLEASE,
rip my eyes out.

Thank you.

We had peach cobbler fer dinner. Yuuuuum.

P.S. Momma got her a wig.

On Friday, Sean rescued me from my horribly dull economics class. He swooped in the door and held up a video camera he had borrowed from someone and heroically exclaimed, "I need to see Colleen Schultz for an interview ( Read more... )

Tomorrow morning, Sean and I shall be transformed into Mr. and Mrs. Arbus for a photo. Results shall be posted at a later date.

I feel like I'm walking around in a fucking mine field and I have no idea which step I take is going to blow the place up.

I really can't handle this because it makes me not able to see straight.

I hate when we hang up the phone and you're still disappointed.

So, it's quite a good thing that I feel I draw best late late late at night. Quite good indeed, because I have a feeling, due to the fact that I tend to have a BIT of a procrastinating nature and Pratt's heavy work load, this will be the first of many, MANY late nights of doing artwork. Hoorah ( Read more... )

Dear Diane Arbus,

I am in love with you. Thank you for making everything better.

Yours truly,
Colleen Schultz

I hate digital. It makes me sick to my stomach ( Read more... )

I can't stop smiling! Sean is the best! I loove him like an immigrant boy. Today started off sucky but it ended up being the best day ever ( Read more... )