"I like the people who have their own ideas about things so they don't bore me, but then I like them to be enough like me to keep me company. I liked to be tucked in, but I don't like to be tucked away." - Andy Warhol ( Read more... )

This morning while I was making myself some toast with peanut butter on it, I began reading the ingredients on the Skippy jar. There is an ingredient called rape seed and it is used to prevent separation. For some reason, I found this to be ridiculously hilarious and I laughed the entire time I ate and even afterwards in the shower ( Read more... )

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I miss playing outside. The feeling of crisp grass weaving its way between my toes and poking at the bottom of my dirty feet. The carelessness of falling asleep with nothing but the sun to blanket me...not worrying about an uneven tan ( Read more... )

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Pull up a chair and clean out your ears because I am about to tell you a fantastic tale about the universe working it's magic ( Read more... )

When one says that a high school atmosphere is not reality, what the fuck are they talking about? And if it bothers them that much, why don't they do something to create a change ( Read more... )

This morning I went to Gary with my parents to take some digital slides of my art that was on display at an exhibit at IUN. My mom was a little uneasy from the start of the trip, so when we got there I walked around with her to look at some of the other art exhibits to calm her nerves a bit. This proved to be the wrong choice at decreasing her ( Read more... )

It is strange how one incident can so quickly create a judgement of person in your mind. I had my interview with Jeremy from the American Academy of Art (the same guy from my last post), and I was not looking forward to it at all. I was totally expecting some idiot art critic who had a close-minded conception of what good art is, but I was very ( Read more... )