5.20.2004
Wow...for those of you who do the blogger thing too, i just want to be the first to say, THE NEW LAYOUT SUCKS.
With that said, it's almost been a month. And i guess i have to name the winner of the Carcrashtoon Naming Contest.
*drunmroll*
lol...i admit, i like Fergus. Something about that name at 2 in the morning caused me to hysterically giggle for a good 5 minutes.
So YunGee, i owe you a trip to the coffeehouse - on me.
My beloved little shoutbox is gone. ActiveTopic (or whatever) shut down their services, and are no longer remotely hosting precious little shoutboxes to good people like me. I'd like for everyone to observe a moment of silence this friday at 2am. - lower the flag to half mass if you must. Anything to remember the cutest little shoutbox. Ever.
Been a little busy lately…ya know, graduating and all. Nice to get back to the blogging thing. If you want to know about graduation night, feel free to ask anyone but me. I refuse to write about this touchy subject for numerous reasons. [The main reason being for legal purposes.] ANYWAYS. So I’m painting right now (and writing – look at her multitask, guys!) and it is so soothing. Grant Wood boggles me…
…the way he can paint an elaborate picture, yet make the people seem so…hmm…lifeless. Namely speaking, American Gothic. The eyes are so lifeless. The bodies, gaunt. The skin almost sickly with its greenish tint. Probably the biggest challenge I’ve faced yet. I refuse to let it win.
Painting is so strange. As a [formerly] strictly black and white artist, I’ve acquired a new appreciation for painters who convey their art through colors. Just…look at anything. Your carpet, your ceiling. Yes, your carpet is “brown”…your ceiling is “white” – but is it? Look closely. Look at all the brown, blue, purple, yellow, orange…
…Passing glances rob the eyes of the full extent of something’s beauty.
Sometimes I catch myself staring at a total stranger – not because I think they’re attractive, or ugly for that matter; but because I am intrigued by the lines on their face. Their strong jaw line, the tiny imperfections on their face, or the piece of hair that falls down from the nape of their neck.
Yes, you’re probably thinking that this is only normal for a psychopathic serial murderer…but honestly. Look at the next person that passes. Study them. Trace the lines of their face with your eyes. This is not limited to simply the self-proclaimed artists. Try it – you might see the world from a different perspective.
Recently I’ve gotten amazingly good at the guitar. I made my first recording a few weeks ago.
~LISTEN~
After some disappointing reviews, I proclaimed to my fan base that I would no longer spend countless hours in the studio working on something that wasn’t even appreciated. I also confessed that there were personal reasons behind this change of heart. I was then approached by…an ‘inspirational figure’ who encouraged me to “keep on keepin’ on”. I told him I couldn’t continue to play due to the possibility of ‘manhands’. When questioned, I quickly explained the metamorphosis all great guitarists go through. [From regular hands, to “rocking guitarist” manhands (which are perpetually callused).] I couldn’t continue my career with this possibility looming over my head. Just too risky. He then went on to tell me all about women artists who have overcome such hardships (and invested in many good picks). He used Jewel as an example. Instantly I was inspired, and wrote one more song. I have a feeling that this single will go multi-platinum.
~LISTEN~
I think I've got the 'Jewel-voice' thing down. Now all i need is a producer.
I can see where people would want to skip a year and then go to college. This whole “Hey look at me! I’m a total bum!” thing is really fun. Guess I’ve never been anything short of an anal-retentive-over-achiever my entire life. It feels good to slack a little bit.
I won’t heartlessly apologize for my lack of blogging. In fact, the few hours I spend at the computer each week mainly consist of me trying to maintain my bleak social life. Not that people don’t invite me out…because they do, (in fact, I’m constantly having to ditch) but it’s just that the weirdest things come up during the FEW hours I’ve set aside for friend-time. It’s really kind of strange. Anyways, I cannot talk about those things. Sucks, but I can’t.
The next blog is going to be a bit different – in fact, I’ve been writing it for a very long time now. It will consist of all the senior year weirdies. (as I like to call them) Basically, all the weird things that happened this past year will be compiled into one explanation-free blog. Take them as you will…infer what you must, whatever. Cop out, MAYBE. Funny, yeah.
,won rof sA
~TuO m’I~
lj [11:10 PM]
