Inspired?

ter teh beautiful photos from the last post, I decided to do some rainbow self-portraiting in oil! WOOOOH

                                            

Although I didn't follow his brush techniques, or much of it at all, I WAS inspired :) SO I think that makes for a pretty sweet painting!

I've fallen madly in love.

...with Vincent Van Gogh.

We talked about him in art, and I was browsing through some portraits, and I'm unfalteringly in love with him. It doesn't matter if he was crazy, his uses of colour and texture are so brilliant and beautiful.

God, such a fan girl.

I saw Iron Man this morning.

He was just chilling at the bus stop.

...Actually, it was a kid in a red/gold coat, with a blue ski tag in the middle of his chest...

...but he looked like Iron Man.

Fixing.

You know, as depressing as the last two posts are, there's no point sitting around depressed about life.
I'll fix this, everything, and find my way back.

March: Pick a Word, Any Word;

Whisper me words in the midnight black

Wrap your hands 'round the small of my back

I can't remember when I rode off this track

I miss sleep, secrets,

& I want my world back.

Fool Me Twice, Shame On Me.

Have you ever felt like you totally, horribly misunderstood something?

And you built the person you are today upon that understanding?

Did things, felt things, thought things, said things, because you took something the wrong way?

And you had your whole future imagined, planned out, and were excited for it?

And have you ever realized your mistake, and felt like you lost someone - yourself - because of it?

I have.

U of T, here I come!

I TOTALLY FORGOT.

How have I done that twice...?

ANYWAYS.

I've been accepted to University of Toronto, Mississauga Campus, for Art&Art History, joint with Sheridan college.

ME, out of only 76 places!!

I'm so happy I might forget about that last blog!

...okay no, but still. HAPPY! :)

The Kitchen Isn't For Girls Anymore.

Apparently it doesn't matter what women have been fighting for. Cuz a bunch of bone-headed, sex-deprived, insult-to-the-male-gender toddlers think they can sit on the bus and read a book called the "Manly Manual", about choosing the perfect woman, how to control her diet, and how to make her clean the kitchen, and that no one will give a shit.

News flash: I do.

I'm sick of all this highschool sexism. Next time a boy tells me to make him a sandwich, I'm prepared to give him one... made of my STEEL FIST.

K... well I'll flip him off.

I am SO sick of immature highschool assholes. Grow up.

To the boys on the bus: I find it VERY obvious why you're all single. Shut up, and make me a sandwich :)

January,February;

Sooo I have this super fancy calendar. It's got a magnet board, a MILLION words, and you have to write a poem each month on a topic they give you.

I've got my January and February... but I didn't have a blog then.

SOOOO I'll write them.

WOOOH.

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January: Winter/Spring Transition

beneath the snow, a flower dreams

of long rain blue sky & warm sun

a perfect day

only to be between spring morning and winter night.

February: Someone you love

Between your whispers & warm,

I paint a memory with your touch

Through our love, I laugh & fall

Beneath the sweet desire and simple beauty,

It's so magic to believe again.

You make me feel like more than I am.

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Aaaaaaaaand there we go.

Will post March when it's done :)

pretty princess.

I totally forgot.

I BOUGHT MY PROM DRESS.

Oh, the EXCITEMENT.

I never would've pictured frills... or a train... or multicoloured... but it's perfect. Not too fancy.

SUPER excited.Deserves a mini dance party, in my personal,professional opinion.

I look like The Little Mermaid.

...That's all.

What, you thought I was gonna show you?

FOOL.

It's a secret :)

Here's a sexy sneak preview, if you're daring.

Ankle...me-ooooow.

Toodles!

second... third... lost count.

This is probably the fourth blog I've made... I just keep getting sick of them. They're either too whiney, too boring, or too depressing.

But I'm going to keep this one... see where I am in a couple years, where I've been.

It's better than a post-it note...

Me... the precise moment this blog was made.

TOO MUCH TO HANDLE.