April 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
I am ecstatic.
Today I was asked by whom I think is a very talented artist (photographer), to be a model in one of his studio shoots. It is an honor and a pleasure. He is very respectful, and I’ve missed ‘working’ with him. He thinks that nobody would shoot him nude. Not to be creepy: but I would! I think all bodies are extremely beautiful. I can imagine that shoot being totally chill.
On another note, I love and hate that all my amazing art and/or writing is inspired enough to come out when I should be asleep. GAH! I’ve been painting for the past three hours while listening to classical music. I really don’t know why I am so inspired by the music. A very interesting obsession of mine lately.
Tomorrow is the last Thursday of the month: which means. POETRY READING! yay. I’m so stoked. I just painted a silhouette that looks a bit like this photo:
Now I need to write a very good poem to go with the painting for tomorrow night… possibly?? I think so.
I’ve come to realize that nudity is one of my passions.
April 27, 2010 § 1 Comment
No book has ever caused such a violent reaction from me. I am so pissed that I don’t know what to do. This book is You must be Dreaming written by Barbara Noel and Kathryn Watterson. we will have to wait and see what I will do..
my heart is seriously broken, burning, and going insane right now. I want to break something.
April 27, 2010 § Leave a comment
For some reason, last night/this morning turned into some crazy dreams. I didn’t sleep well at all for no apparent reason that I can guess. I even woke up nauseous at one point, so I thought I was sick, but you’ll have to hear that part of the dream.
I fell asleep at 11pm last night. I woke up at 3am when my sister left for work. This part of the dream happened between 3-5am.
I was in my photography class that has been suffering financially in real life. In the dream, I walked into the room at night, and my teacher told me that when I go into the studio, read the instructions or he would kill me. So, my friend and I read some weird instructions that made sense to us. We see other people painting on canvas. I grab one and think about what I want to paint. I can’t think of anything really cool. I walk up to my teacher and tell him that I can bring in extra canvas because I have some at home I don’t use. He called me a dork.
Then somehow the dream goes somewhere else that seems like my room, but it’s not. Somehow PQ gets into a fight with other people, while I am swimming but also fighting with these two little girls that I need to hide my stuff from…? PQ’s fight starts to get blood all over my room and some house. I have end the fight and tell him to get into the shower. We get into the shower to wash off the blood, and I go to clean the house. While I’m cleaning, I try to find the hydrogen peroxide. I find it with some lady. I ask her if she is drinking it, and she told me yes. I sorta think, wtf? and then I ask why. She tells me that nothing has been strong enough to cure her upset stomach except for hydrogen peroxide.
I wake up there and I feel like I’m going to be sick. Pretty weird, huh?
April 26, 2010 § Leave a comment
six years ago today…
There are two days of the year that I try to remember: September 27 and April 26
I have a lot of fond memories of him from middle school… But really not as many as we all wished. He was the nicest person I have probably ever known who was a ‘well known’ kid. Everybody loved him. When my dad was in the hospital for a long time, he made sure my sister and I were all right. He was my number one role model and he still is! I try to be like him to this day. He made us all laugh. And in the end, he made us all cry because we miss him.
“I might be kind, but I’m not Dallas Milat.”
April 25, 2010 § Leave a comment