Eh.. this always happens.
March 26, 2009, 6:35 am
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I always seem to paint something and then hate it and then the next dayreally appretiate it.

Still maybe not the best I have ever done. But it’s got some neat layers and bumpply texture. And I likeit.


I’m quite tired. And I have to go get on a school bus. bluuugggaaa bluuuggaualgualgfhsnblak,mnsdvcxn v   poo poo head

March 25, 2009, 10:31 pm
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I painted somehing stupid. It’s pointless and dumb and really just a peice of stupid. Honestly it’s not bad exactly it’s just not worth anything (including time, effort or giving a care).

I decided to stumble around to find some art (I use the “drawings” catagory, it’s great.) and then I decided to post a blog with TEN links or images of what I found.

Well, part way through it I started to realize I wass too shut up. I need to explore this town, this house maybe, find the art in the objects and the light and the peoples faces and the buildings and roads and the words and thoughts. And I will.

Here’s ten things:


(this guy wont allow right clicking. good call)


I need to feel.  To experiance. Normal stuff. Town stuff. Friends stuff.

And draw it.

I need to go to a fine art museam. And soak it all in.

Oh my yes. That’ll do it.
March 23, 2009, 7:50 pm
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I wants me a digital camera what doesn’t suck.

And some paint markers.

Seriously, have you guys seen these things?



Seriously. Sharpie has n extremely diverse selection of paint markers. I don’t know if they are the best paint markers, however, sharpie has always treated me well in terms of markers.

Consumer talkin’.

Anyway, I need a serious mask before I go buyin’ paint markers or spraypaint (by the way, I’m not going on a graffiti spree, I just wanna use traditional graffiti tools for regular studio art… seriously) I need a mask.

Bloggin’ From Work
March 15, 2009, 12:47 pm
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It’s really kind of surreal. I’m sitting in one of the little tables by the Starbucks kiosk were I work and I’m bloggin’ with the free wi-fi.

Hooray TMBG. Glad I finally got the fact that my HD is big enough to handle some music on it. So, headphones ahoy!

People are kind of looking at me.

They’re ugly.

I should be asleep, not writting love poems.
March 8, 2009, 1:24 am
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Every pop song says
And in words true as the Bard’s
You got me goin’.

My soul shall concede
To hold together atoms;
A shape that you love.

Although I have learned from the best,
Even now I am put to the test.
For in love  there’s no sleep,
And your tender words keep
Me from getting much needed night’s rest.

With words I was always so slick,
And my verbiage indelibly thick.
Now my sentences muddle,
I’m completely befuddled,
When attempting to converse with Nik.

I admit it was was not at all smart,
Rationality little part.
But when I heard his voice,
I had zero choice,
Save to blindly
surrender my heart.

Sir Philip Sidney’s Sonnet 39
March 2, 2009, 4:53 pm
Filed under: Mysteries

Come sleep! O sleep, the certain knot of peace,

The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe,

The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release,

The indifferent judge between the high and low;

With sheild of proof sheild me from out the prease

Of those  fierce darts Dispair at me doth throw:

O make in me those civil wars to cease;

I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.

Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,

A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light,

A rose garland, and a weary  head:

And if these things, as being thine by right,

Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,

Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see.