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I love photography. I struggle with drawing, and especially with coloring.

But pictures are a way to express your point of view. Something that's hard to do with just a pretty picture.
Who knew?

Just some musings.

Listening to: Eleanor Rigby
Reading: Reading Lolita in Tehran

I know that I don't know anyone on here, so the likelyhood of anyone reading this is somewhat slim, but what the hell, I wanna.

I haven't drawn much lately; I haven't drawn anything like a formal picture in a couple years, probably. I know I could get better if I cared, but I don't care too much about actually getting better on my own, since all that changes is my style, not my expertise. I want to take an anatomy class, but I think ceramics is my type of art, not drawing, as much as I enjoy doodling. Oh well.

Maybe I'll do something soon and see what I can do.
Maybe not.
lol.


I'm in a slump, and I need to do something creative with myself before I go apeshit. I don't have any art classes this semester, and my job is particularly mind-numbing right now. Damn Publix.


Oh, by the way, NO ONE EVER EVER WORK FOR THOSE ASSHOLES!
They've been treating me like a little piece of shit since I started.

Feelings are wonderful things.

Mood: Creative
Listening to: Struggle - Ringside
Reading: Wuthering Heights

I;ve been taking a psychology class that focuses on biological and genetics factors. It's weird and kind of a downer, but most people aren't as individual as they might thing. Individuality is based on genetic predisposition, for the most part.

Makes it funny though that so many people are bent on being "original" or, you know, a "scene kid" because it's pointless. Original thought is extinct. That's sort of deviant to what I was talking about, but whatever.

I've been thinking in terms of making myself happy lately, and doing things that make me happy or proud of myself. I used to be ruled by my "friendships" and how my friends treated me or ignored me.... But at this point, only 3 months from graduating high school, I've realized once we graduate I will probably never see these people again, because I know I'm not important enough for them to call me once they're away, and the same is becoming true for them to me.

So who cares? I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do if it makes me happy, short of doing insensitive or assinine things that will hurt others, becasue that's not the way I swing, baby.

*shrug*
I'm not good with expressing myself fully but concisely, so I'm just going to stop now. I just felt like letting someone know about my heightened level of awareness and understanding (since I obviously can't tell my "friends" that I don't really care much about them anymore. *laughs*).... (They brought it on themselves anyways. Bastards)

Listening to: The Faint

A million miles away from here, take me away.

It's getting cold, my dear heart.
It's getting old. It's getting heavy.

Time to lighten things up with a bit of nihilism. What do you think?
Nevermind. You won't answer anyway.

My last journal was in November, so I figured I'd update instead of being a dirty lurker. Anyway, I haven't drawn much of anything in a looooong time, much less colored old stuff, so there haven't been any updates. I might get around to uploading a sketch or two soon... But don't get your hopes up. I'm not on here to hold a schedule for you. After all, chances are, if I knew you, I probably wouldn't like you anyway.