Auction Closed

The painting has just been auctioned to the loudest bidder. Thanks for all those who participated. Maybe the next painting will be yours. 

What a tool am I!

If I ate mold, am I going to die?

So, I had a "me day" today. All of me sleepless nights finally caught up to me and I have been exhausted. I can't sleep though because it is in the midst of my exhaustion that all my creativity has presented itself. 

I love when I can paint. It's been a while since I have been able to. I think it is because I do worry about others liking me, losing friendships, maintaining a good reputation. Rarely do I just say "suck it peeps" and do whatever I want.

This is not to say that I am one of those mindless crowd followers who does what everyone else does. I have very strong personal beliefs. It's just that I work very hard to be all the "good" aspects of my personality and hide all the less socially acceptable ones. 

Anyway, so today I laid around, painted, read, drank gatorade, ate junk food, talked shit about a pretty sunset (anybody get the reference? if you do, i'll make out with you OR I'll promise never to make out with you. Whichever more suits your fancy.

Does that make me a prostitute?

I feel like I ask myself that a lot.

I hate the words "a lot." Always have.

Once when I was in elementary school, I called a girl named Brit, Brittany. Everyone around me laughed and I went to the bathroom and cried from embarrassment. 

So, today I would like to take the opportunity to call everyone in the world, especially those people from elementary school, Brittany.

IT'S ME DAY! I DO WHAT I WANT!

If I really did what I wanted, then I'd be in jail in less than an hour. (freeing the lab animals, joining a gang, and saying the word terrorism 125 times on the phone). 

I'd love to be an anarchist, but I am too OCD for that.

I'm so tired right now. But I don't want to sleep. 

Me day.

Love it.

Here is my soapbox moment of the day:

I am sick and tired of college drama. Things that happen at frat parties are not relevant in the real world. I don't want you to tell me about what a slut she is or how small a dick he has. Excuse the language. It's me day. 

I regret saying all that because it assumes that this blog is more relevant than frat party gossip, and you know what, i know that isn't true.

I am SOOO excited about my painting. It's about human passion. That sounds toolish, but I'm a tool. I'll post a pic in 3 years when I'm done. 

You can take vitamins, but you're still not Britney Spears.

You cannot change people. 

If you just know someone would be perfect for you save one or two attributes, just remember that you cannot change people.

No one has ever really changed me. I have done things that go against who I am, but who I am remains the same and my actions always ultimately reflect that. 

I hope that there is someone that I do not have to change.

Please say no

Am I emo?

Kenny Gee

My brother told me a funny joke today. 

I mean... you'll have to ask him if you want to know it. 

I got a free condom on the pedestrian walkway today.

I sat it on my desk in front of my professor for a good half hour before I realized it wasn't candy.

I better get an A in that class.

Life is for living we all know, and I don't want to live it alone- Coldplay

Life is weird.

Isn't it the weirdest thing??? Everybody does it, and yet no one knows how to. There are infinite possibilities in life. There is no standard life that leads to bliss. We all have unique perspectives and opportunities. We all share this ignorance to the true "meaning of life" and can all unite under that fact, and yet we all have special and personal understandings of what life means for the individual. You live for Jesus, She lives for Metallica, He lives for baseball, I live for....

Coldplay?

Animals?

Being skinny?

Being popular?

Making people laugh?

Saying "terrorism" over the phone so the Man listens in on my phone conversations?

Blogging?

God?

Science?

Defiance?

I live to question, maybe.

I live to figure things out that I will never figure out.

I live to change because if I stay one way too long, I'll get bored. Or maybe I'm afraid you'll get bored.

I live to be a good person, even though I do not believe there is such a thing. (not that people are bad... we are both)

I live to fall in love (I sound like Carrie Bradshaw right now).

Living... it's frustrating.

How does one become "satisfied" with life?

Will I always be looking ahead? Will I ever stop looking at the map to find my life and see it where I stand?

Is life a sick game of hide and seek? Because I have never been that kid who likes that game. I hate being chased more than anything. I hate laser tag and gang wars and all those other chasing thingies. Maybe that's my problem... Life is all about enjoying running for your life. 

WHAT????

That made sense in my head for like a second, but then again it is 3:33am.

I shouldn't talk.

Don't chase me.

Una perspectiva de hoy

la vida triste